God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 520: Attacking the Black star Clan [3]

Right after those words dropped, the front row of Black Star members charged ahead.

Some dashed forward with swords drawn. Others flung concealed weapons from behind. A handful sought to flank from the sides, banking on superior numbers to offset the power disparity.

Gabriel's form flickered indistinctly, decapitating the three foremost enemies before they could catch sight of his arms shifting. Blood erupted over the shattered doorway, streaking the stone in extended crimson trails.

The next cut came blazing fast, eluding even the sharpest trained gazes.

Shing.

The curving strike ripped through five others simultaneously. Forms cleaved apart, gear exploded into fragments, and those following recoiled, faces shifting to horror in an instant.

Gabriel deployed no abilities. No mana surge radiated from him. No energy erupted. Pure physical might and dreadful quickness drove him, amplifying the terror for the spectators.

A Black Star operative toward the back drew a sharp breath and jabbed a quivering finger.

"He’s not using mana. What kind of monster fights like this with only raw strength?"

Another gulped down fear. "That’s impossible. No one can move this fast without skill support."

Gabriel overheard but dismissed it. His strength stat topped five hundred. Versus these opponents, such bodily power sealed the outcome. Their ranks, drills, killer techniques—everything crumbled before this colossal divide.

To some extent, he played the role of a tyrant. A colossal one, no less.

He sliced into the following bunch without pause. One foe lifted dual daggers in defense. Gabriel's blade landed once, severing the daggers, the arms clutching them, and the torso beyond in a seamless stroke.

Another dropped from overhead. Gabriel angled his shoulder and barreled into him weaponless. The attacker's ribs caved immediately, his frame launching rearward to smash the wall with a sharp snap.

The hallway quivered more fiercely. Fresh waves of Black Star thugs flooded from deeper tunnels. Their headbands gleamed in the scarlet illumination as they surged to the wrecked portal, only to falter seeing the slaughter above.

Floors lay drenched in gore and strewn with cadavers.

A mid-level clan fighter braked suddenly and spat, "We can’t keep up with this. I signed up to kill people, not fight a demon."

"He’s laughing," another observed faintly. "Why is he laughing?"

Gabriel's shoulders twitched, releasing a deep chuckle.

Not boisterous, yet it pierced the demolished gateway, draining color from several cheeks. His combat fervor ignited, growing fiercer with every assault they launched, making him feel utterly alive.

"You want to stall me?" Gabriel declared, an icy smirk curling beneath the mask. "I’ll bring the fight to all of you."

Bang!

He blasted deeper into the lair. Walls shuddered as battle surged inward. Rock powder cascaded from the ceiling, lanterns rattled in their mounts, and each sweep of his swords felled a life. The stronghold was crafted to shelter slayers, not endure a fiend shredding the outer zones bare-handed.

One killer bolted into a branching corridor.

Gabriel swept a sword with nonchalance.

Fwish!

A crescent of power lanced forth, slashing the tunnel. Three foes were halved as one, the fourth shorn of legs before pitching forward into the sanguine puddle.

A woman at the rear gawked at the nightmare, eyes bulging, knees buckling. She scarcely held herself up.

"He’s one person," she whispered. "How are we getting crushed like this?"

Deeper along the tunnel, past the frenzy overhead and under the shaking vault, a tranquil zone of the base stayed pristine. Black Star fighters clustered around one individual, every face etched with strain.

This was Johnny.

Second in command of the entire Black Star.

He held hands locked behind, stance rigid, features composed amid the spreading din. Eyes narrowed, he heeded the remote death rattles without haste to engage.

One subordinate assassin bowed hastily and pleaded.

"Vice Leader, you need to go now. If you don’t step in, the losses will get worse."

Another appended, "He’s cutting everyone down. We can’t stop him."

"White Phantom will come to me," Johnny stated evenly. "If he has this much confidence, let him walk into the deeper hall himself."

The men nearby swapped anxious glances.

None approved of the reply, though none risked rebuttal.

Moments passed, then the bloodied specter they dreaded entered the passage.

Gabriel crossed a corpse and strode into Johnny’s chamber leisurely. Crimson trailed from his paired blades' edges, his aura alone shoving leftover Black Star members to the sides.

Step. Step.

His boots resounded over the stone.

Spotting the white-masked intruder, Johnny at last shifted.

He lifted a single hand, summoning a weapon so slender it scarcely seemed substantial. Narrower than a typical sword, its point was nearly needle-sharp.

Gabriel glanced at it, utterly baffled.

"That is your weapon?"

Johnny kept his expression serene as he responded,

"It only needs one opening. That’s all I need to kill you."

For the first time across both his lives, Gabriel faced an opponent like this. A spark of interest flickered about the potential of that razor-thin blade, yet curiosity had no place right now.

In that instant, Johnny surged ahead.

The slender blade streaked like a beam of light straight for Gabriel’s throat. Blindingly quick. Far swifter than any before. The strike was precise, masterful, intended for instant death.

Yet in Gabriel’s view, it moved too sluggishly.

...agonizingly slow.

Instead of retreating, he advanced.

Johnny’s pupils contracted sharply during his charge.

Gabriel’s arm lashed out, carving a crisp path through the air. Johnny halted frozen in place. His blade halted mere inches from Gabriel’s neck, as a slender crimson line bloomed across Johnny’s throat.

Silence gripped everyone for one second.

Blood erupted forth.

Pshh!

Johnny’s head detached from his neck and thudded to the ground. His body lingered upright for half a second before toppling after it.

Gabriel sheathed his sword and turned his eyes toward the rest in the hall.

The assassins trailing Johnny stiffened in terror. One let his weapon fall. Another staggered back into the wall.

"That was Vice Leader Johnny," someone muttered in shock. "He died in one move."

"We’re done," a third man’s face paled completely. "We are completely done."

These were hardened assassins. Killers who had feasted on dread for years. But now, each one resembled helpless prey before an unfathomable horror they couldn’t comprehend, let alone challenge.