The Slayers
Chapter 123 (Season 3)

"This child, where did his courage come from? Did he feel that with just that strength was enough to fight against the Imps?" One silhouette spoke with a somewhat surprised tone. His body part was invisible because it was enveloped by shadows, only his eyes were glowing. Although covered by shadows, it can be seen that the silhouette has horns and is like a goat.

"Why do you bother with something like that? That kid knows how to make this fun!" This time, a black silhouette with burning eyes spoke with vigor.

"The courage he showed made him look more handsome~~" Now, the silhouette of the shadow of the woman who spoke in a seductive tone.

"It's.... It's surprising.... Good..." Lastly, the black silhouette of a three-headed dragon spoke. The middlemost head then slightly glanced towards the side. The only one who did not speak a single word, and only watched blankly. 'She's hooded' and mysterious, no one ever knew about the contents of her mind and no one dared to oppose her.

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Alan who was now in the midst of the Imps was regretting that he had pretended to jump into the Imp crowd. Maybe he was too excited. But, Alan still felt excitement when fighting the Imps. Capitalizing on a medium-quality dagger, Alan tore through the soft flesh of Imp without much effort. Still, the numbers were too many to be dealt with by Alan.

Alan slashed every throat from Imp that was in his sight. Alan was circling like a storm, he didn't stop to spin because if he stopped, he could get hurt. Alan needs to find a spot to go somewhere safe. At least he should rest even if it's only a few seconds.

"There!"

Alan saw a slightly wide path. From there, he did not waste much time and rolled there, then he ran as fast as possible towards the big rocks.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief, even if only for a moment. He tried to peek out from behind the rock. The Imps are looking for him without direction. They split into groups and went in opposite directions to each other.

Alan smiled in satisfaction, as he could carry out the kidnap and kill tactic. A cowardly, but effective way.

After thinking for a few seconds, Alan started to move, but with great caution. The only thing he was grateful for was that he was still athletic, though not like when he had the [Martial Arts Houman Style] skill. His athletic body is now more than enough, and he can parkour. He jumped over the rocks and made as much noise as possible. Alan finally approached his gathered prey like a wolf about to attack the sheep.

The Imps who were looking around, one of them suddenly shouted. The other Imp looked towards the voice. However, they found nothing. The Imps were then confused and tried to search again, however, one by one they went unnoticed. Until the end, only one Imp remained....

Crews!

The latter Imp knew absolutely nothing, but, his life suddenly ended just like that. Of course, the cause was because Alan suddenly appeared from behind and broke Imp's neck.

"One group is finished, now the remaining six groups again." Alan was so excited, "it turned out to mimic the fighting style of an Assassin who was in the game and in a cool documentary video as well."

Alan became so confident, he believed he could win this way.

He did not know, if there was a commotion elsewhere.

"...it turns out he's a coward." Saying a goat-headed silhouette.

"This biad*b is disappointing!" Speak silhouettes with fiery eyes that agree.

"agree... She's smart.... Looks promising..." The three-headed dragon silhouette agreed with the woman. Then, again the dragon stole a glance towards the hooded silhouette. His expression was still the same, flat, showing no interest whatsoever in Alan.

Switch back to Alan who was sneaking around. He finished off the second group which was more in number. This time he was quite troubled, as he was caught, but he quickly finished everything off before the Imps could signal the other party who had even more numbers.

He continued to go to the nearby Imp troupe. This time there are hundreds more. The number did not make Alan's spirit decrease, instead he grew even more excited. Still, he tried to fight Imp by slowly feeling out of a hurry.

So he picked up the stone he was holding and threw it to an empty spot. The Imps immediately turned to look at it, some Imps immediately approached the place to see. That way, there were still sixties Imps that had yet to separate.

Alan again threw a rock the size of his grip. This time the target is the face of one of the Imp's. The goal was to make some Imp faint.

Alan threw as hard as he could and fortunately Alan did not rip aim. The stone hit the face of one of the Imps. It's ugly, because the stone, it's worse. Not stopping there, he throws, throws, and throws stones at some Imp. Almost everything is headshot, and the misses can be counted on the fingers. Feeling that it was enough to throw the Imps. He barbarically jumped towards Imp who foolishly flew low and tore their flesh all off easily. The imp who had fainted was also stabbed to death.

Not to forget, Alan finished off the Imps that had been separated. Now, the remaining five Imp troupe.

Alan immediately headed for the nearest caravan. This time, the field did not support Alan to kidnap and kill. There is only a large field for brawls.

But Alan doesn't care about it. He was ready to face this.

Finally, Alan who was ready to get hurt, whistled loudly. Fishing the Imps who heard the shrill voice. The Imps ferociously flew low towards Alan with their disgusting slimy mouths. On the other hand, there was Alan with both hands stretched out, signaling that he was ready to receive any attack.

When the difference in distance reaches a hundred meters. Alan started running fast with his wild screams. Alan and Imp then clashed fiercely and fought as they were.

Alan, who only had a dagger in his hand, stabbed his dagger into the limbs of the Imps with precise precision. The other hand is not left idle. His left hand that was not holding anything was used to reach the tail of one of the Imps and with that, he swirled around like a tornado with Imp in his hand. The Imps were pushed back because of the attack, and the unlucky ones had to bounce back because of Alan throwing Imp in his left hand hard and strong. Alan kept doing the same thing. Don't forget to wear the other limbs to hurt the enemy. The number of Imps continues to decrease, but at the same time continues to grow.

Another Imp's entourage came because of the riots that occurred. Making Alan dredged by time, his body has been completely scratched by the Imps. The wounds on his body did not make his fighting spirit disappear.

About 25 minutes of fighting. The last surviving imp had his head pierced by a dagger that was none other than Alan's dagger.

Alan was sitting among Imp's dead bodies. All of them had tear marks on their bodies and deep slashes. Alan was bored, his legs were shaking because they were no longer strong. But he knew that there was still another challenge waiting for him.

Slowly, around into ash carried by the wind. The corpses of Imp scattered on the ground also disappeared. In fact, Alan's body wound was also gone.

This confused Alan and he was also surprised again because without him knowing, now he was in a different place. The surroundings were almost the same as earlier, but this time the temperature was higher and there was a sea of lava.

Looking around, Alan could only sigh and walk without direction, hoping he could get out of here soon...