In the middle of the dance floor.
A figure too powerfully built to be human suddenly exerted his strength, snapping an ordinary person in half before stuffing them into his mouth and swallowing them with two crunches.
As the thick stench of blood filled the air, the other demons lurking throughout the bar began to move.
One after another, they surrounded the ordinary people inside, forming ring after ring with seemingly organized discipline.
Some demons even used magic to charm the people, making them kill themselves as offerings.
Faced with these demons and their meticulous plans, the people panicked like lambs awaiting slaughter.
"Ah! Help!!"
"They're not human! They..."
Soon, cold corpses littered the entire hall. The thick, rusty stench of blood permeated the air, spreading slowly as blood flowed across the floor.
Looking at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, Lynn remained expressionless. He pulled the Flameflow Blade from his system inventory and swung it sharply, sending golden holy flame rippling from its blade.
Holy light pulsed as though it were breathing, its radiance flowing like water and driving back the monsters lurking all around.
"Well, now it's time for me to step in..."
Before he could finish, a spotlight landed on another part of the hall.
Beneath its beam stood a blue-haired girl, her deep-purple clothing lending her a cold air.
The girl had delicate features and pale skin, with a strange red gemstone on her forehead.
Sensing the ravenous stares of every demon, the Blue-Haired Girl's azure eyes flickered.
"Hell demons? Now it's time for me to step in."
Lynn: "..."
Who the hell are you? Why are you stealing my lines?
Inside the dim bar, neon lights flashed wildly in every color, illuminating the corpses lying in pools of blood and the scattered human remains.
The pounding music was like a battle anthem, rousing the hulking demons.
Their faces twisted hideously, their mouths stretched all the way to their ears as they charged at the Blue-Haired Girl with savage grins.
Seeing that the Blue-Haired Girl was about to steal all his kills, Lynn immediately drew the Flameflow Blade and rushed forward.
"Hey, woman! Don't steal my kill credit!"
Raven was just about to cast a spell when she saw a man charging over, wearing a Bear Head Mask and iron armor, with a longsword in his hand.
Raven: "..."
Was this some new breed of demon?
"Hey, here's another human with a death wish!"
"Eat him!!"
The demons roared, baring sharp fangs and claws as they lunged at this human who clearly had no idea what was good for him.
A Minotaur Demon over three meters tall, covered in bulging muscles and radiating a formidable aura, reached Lynn first.
Lynn tightened his right hand around the Flameflow Blade and swung.
"What the hell are you babbling about? Eat my sword!"
Whoosh!!
A cold gleam flashed.
The Minotaur Demon's face instantly turned pale, and he clamped his legs together.
His bovine eyes bulged as he stared at the man before him in utter disbelief.
Who the hell started by chopping a demon down there?
"You... you fucking..."
Lynn swung again. Amid the whistling sword light, he severed the demon's four remaining limbs, leaving only the Minotaur Demon's torso to drop to the floor.
"If you've got something to say, sit down and talk it out. Throwing hands and feet around is so uncivilized."
At the sight, Raven, who had been about to act, froze. Her beautiful eyes filled with shock.
You chopped him into a Demon Club, and you call that sitting down to talk?
She wasn't the only one. The vicious demons reacted the same way.
Seeing the Minotaur Demon reduced to a Demon Club in an instant, their faces filled with disbelief and horror.
As hell demons, they wielded black magic that allowed them to continually heal their injuries, and their physical toughness was exceptional even among evil creatures.
Some of them could even give that handsome guy in neighboring Metropolis a run for his money in terms of physical toughness.
Ordinary human weapons had absolutely no effect on them.
But what had they just witnessed?
A man wearing a Bear Head Mask and ordinary iron armor had used a flaming sword to carve the Minotaur Demon into a Demon Club!
Even the appendage between his legs had been chopped off. How fucking cruel was that?!
"OMG, I recognize him! He's Dinosaur War God, the Bat Gang member wanted by the police!"
A Bat Demon's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Lynn standing beside the Minotaur Demon, crying out in alarm.
"A Bat Gang member? But that sword in his hand looks like a weapon those angels use..."
"I can feel a powerful fire burning on that sword. It sears my soul, almost burning me out of existence... That's holy fire!"
The other demons also stared intently at Lynn and the Flameflow Blade in his hand.
"But I don't sense any magical fluctuations. It seems he's only capable of this because of that sword," one demon reasoned.
Hearing this, the other demons finally calmed down and studied Lynn carefully.
"That's right. No magical fluctuations. He's just an ordinary human!"
The Bat Demon sneered disdainfully.
"A mere human picks up an angel's weapon and thinks he can kill us hell demons?"
Compared to these frail humans, demons were far stronger.
Even if their opponent had an angel's weapon capable of hurting them, they could easily kill him as long as they avoided the sword!
"Attack together! He can't kill us all before the holy fire runs out!"
The demons' muscles swelled. They stomped off the floor and hurtled at Lynn like ferocious beasts.
[Feast stacks: 2]
Lynn grabbed the Minotaur Demon, now reduced to a Demon Club, and refined him in an instant.
Then he bent his right elbow while gripping the sword. A Basketball appeared out of thin air in his left hand, and two spectral figures emerged behind him.
One was a tall, muscular Black man. The other had center-parted hair and wore overalls-a true man.
Boss's martial soul, Chicken Bro's martial soul, lend me your strength!
Almost instantly, a powerful man's furious roars and a strangely rhythmic tune rang out through the hall, overlapping one another.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lynn unleashed Iron Mountain Lean, while also
remembering to slam his elbow viciously into the demons.
The Flameflow Blade tore through the air, letting out piercing shrieks. Every swing struck the demons precisely in the lower body.
As a veteran player, Lynn naturally intended to maximize his gains from this wave of mobs.
So he first struck the demons in their most vulnerable parts, then sliced off their limbs once they were staggered.
The fierce fighting immediately drew the other demons into the fray.
Gradually, however, some of them realized something was wrong.
This human... how was he so good at fighting?
Not only could the spectral Black man throwing elbow strikes and the spectral man performing Iron Mountain Lean behind him inflict actual damage on them,
but even after personally cutting off all five appendages of more than a dozen demons with his sword, he still had strength left to move.
Was this guy really fucking human?