Ayr, the man, had been feeling his emotions surge ever since he arrived at the gate of Gerkinde’s territory.
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During the countless hours he spent in the Demon Realm, he and his men gradually killed their emotions. At some point, their emotions, like those of the desert, cracked and became invisible, drifting apart from each other.
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Only instinctive things such as anger, disgust, and pleasure for survival occasionally appeared and supported him.
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He thought that was the only way to survive.
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However, it was only after a long time that he realized that it was wrong. His men who had given up their emotions died faster than before.
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Some went crazy with the taste of blood, some put their neck in the demon’s claws themselves, and some didn’t show any expression until the moment they died. They took death for granted.
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Eventually, he and his men began to gather the pieces of their emotions that had fallen apart again. The process was more difficult than giving up.
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‘𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.’
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The moment he saw the ramparts and gates faintly remaining in his memory, and the flag fluttering in the wind.
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He felt something hot and wriggling through the cracks of the emotions he had gathered.
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‘𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥.’
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He knew what this emotion was.
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It was the longing he had been feeling constantly since the Demon Realm.
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He was glad he could feel this emotion to his heart’s content.
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But.
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There were those who interfered with him like that.
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And they had murderous intent towards him.
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𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩━
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“Caw!”
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The mercenary’s left wrist, which was reaching for Ayr’s sword, was cleanly cut off. It was the mercenary’s sword that soared into the air that cut off his wrist.
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Ayr kicked the sword handle that the guy had raised with his foot and lifted it diagonally.
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The mercenary also did not relax while stretching his arm.
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It was just that Ayr’s movements were too fast for him to react.
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“What the hell? This bastard!”
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“Kill him!”
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Krimson’s men, who were caught off guard by the unexpected situation, flinched and soon rushed in with their weapons drawn. They acted like local gangsters, but they were a B-class mercenary group that had gone through all sorts of battles.
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However, unfortunately, they picked the wrong opponent.
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𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩━
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Ayr had already passed the mercenary whose wrist had been cut off and was digging into their arms. And soon, in his hand was the mercenary’s sword that had soared into the air just a moment ago.
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𝘗𝘶𝘬━
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Ayr’s sword pierced the arm of the mercenary standing on the left. The guy dropped the axe he was holding on the floor with a painful scream.
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𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨━
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Ayr immediately kicked the fallen axe with his foot, and
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𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩━
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The axe, flying around, cut off the ankles of the two mercenaries approaching from behind. Ayr took advantage of the gap where his body stopped and the mercenary on the right stabbed his sword.
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𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘰━
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Ayr dodged the incoming sword by turning half a turn. And like water flowing, he naturally drew the sword he was holding diagonally.
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𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩━
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The shoulder of the mercenary swinging the sword was neatly cut off and fell.
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It happened in less than two breaths.
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Only then did Ayr, who had stopped in his tracks, look at the mercenaries standing awkwardly. Blood dripped from the sword he was holding.
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𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥━
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As Ayr slowly took a step forward, the startled mercenaries took two steps back. In an instant, their colleagues became one-armed or one-legged. Moreover, Ayr’s movements just a moment ago were hard to follow even with the naked eye.
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They were the ones who valued their limbs more than their camaraderie with their colleagues.
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“If you target me, I’ll pay you back in kind.”
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Ayr spoke to Krimson, who was panicking with his trembling eyes. And the moment Krimson met Ayr’s gaze head-on, he froze as if frozen in a lake in the middle of winter. The thought of shouting what the hell he was talking about went in.
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It was different from the eyes that Fiden had encountered before the battle began.
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Ayr’s eyes, which had cut off five wrists and ankles in an instant, were filled with wild killing intent.
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Krimson, who had been in the mercenary world for a long time, had never met anyone who exuded such an atmosphere.
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No, it’s like when he faced the top-level demon eight years ago.
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“That’s what they all say. Bastards like you.”
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