This devil has stopped moving?!
As countless people looked with fearful eyes at the figure that had now become still.
A humanoid weapon enveloped in a dark red magical glow.
'Kill him!!!'
'Kill him!!! Kill him!!'
Countless people cast looks of hatred and fear.
They were both afraid and fearful of this enemy who was so strong he didn't seem human, but also deeply disgusted and hateful towards the figure who had so cruelly killed so many of their comrades.
Finally——
When a wave of people mustered their courage and charged at him together.
Just as the swords were about to strike him.
*Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch…*
A crimson flash, like a spiral blade, formed a rotating shell centered around Night.
All the enemies seemed to throw themselves into the fray, as if being sucked into a meat grinder, ultimately creating a curtain of crimson storm on the battlefield.
It was a shocking spectacle, his weapon swung so fast that ordinary people couldn't see it clearly, leaving only a storm of flashing light visible.
The sky was filled with shattered flesh and organs suddenly bursting open, like ragdolls torn apart by sharp blades, drifting in the wind like willow catkins.
A deep blue, illusory flame began to ignite in Night's eyes, spreading out with the wind.
The powerful bio-field constructed through his honed instincts from countless battles even ensured that his body could continue fighting autonomously the moment he lost consciousness.
It was like an explosive awakening—this special mode, activated naturally and operating purely on instinct, had completely unleashed the terrifying potential within him by the time he regained awareness.
His mental consciousness had abruptly crossed into a new realm, and his parched soul felt as if it had been suddenly filled to the brim, brimming with unparalleled vitality and energy.
*Huuu~!!!*
With each breath, a surge of life force was exhaled, bringing with it a scorching wind.
The moment his consciousness returned, sensing the changes in his body, Night thought,
"Have I broken through? With my current strength, I should be able to hold my own against Achilles now."
At the very least, he wouldn't lose as miserably as before, being taken down in just a few moves.
After all, how long had it been since he obtained Achilles' talent template, and how long had Achilles himself been growing?
To be honest, he was already quite satisfied with his current improvement.
Moreover, his current state seemed somewhat special.
At this moment, he could feel that his five senses were more than ten times sharper than usual.
In this state, although his body remained the same and his energy reserves hadn't increased, the combat power he could unleash had far more than doubled.
In this state, he felt as if he could do anything, terrifyingly calm, with an overwhelming mastery over his body.
If he could maintain this state indefinitely, he even felt the courage to challenge Heracles, who hadn't become divine yet.
Of course, it was just courage and he wasn't at that level yet.
But from all these improvements, it seemed that pushing himself was indeed the right choice.
After a period of growth, accumulation, and learning new techniques, as well as continuous slaughter on the battlefield, Night had a feeling that if he could maintain high-intensity combat for an extended period, his strength might experience an explosive surge.
And that was why he had chosen such a dangerous combat style, willing to fight until his consciousness faded, all to temper himself.
After all, with his invulnerable steel body, even if he lost consciousness, almost no one on this battlefield could break through his defenses.
Not to mention...
Even if he were to die accidentally…
He could always just restart.
Having already reached a crucial turning point in the Roman universe, Night took the time to visit the transfer station a few days ago and saved a checkpoint at the Black Tower.
In fact, even if he left the simulation universe now and settled the account, it would be completely fine.
After all, the reforms were already on track, and the Senate could hardly turn the tide enough to affect the historical turning point.
Everything was already under control.
And it was precisely because Night allowed himself to fight so freely that he finally broke through his limits.
With no worries holding him back, the risks he had to consider in the real universe were absent here in the simulation.
For once, he experienced the noble script of breaking through in the midst of battle.
Now, his mental state was terrifyingly calm, like the heart of a still, clear mirror, yet his movements became more and more decisive and brutal.
Armed with twin spears, Night strode toward the enemy forces once more, and soon countless crimson flashes lit up again.
Though he didn't know exactly what this state was, it didn't stop him from feeling incredibly exhilarated.
At this moment, he just wanted to quickly imprint it into his muscle memory.
And so—
Stronger, stronger, stronger—!!
I can still go further!!
His steps quickened slightly, the force behind his weapon swings increased just a bit more, his body pushed to its limits, while his mind transcended and emptied, as if entering another dimension.
*Boom~!!!*
When Night's power reached its peak, no enemy could even approach him.
Merely getting close required their utmost effort, and countless soldiers were torn apart mid-air before they could even take a step toward him.
Finally—
The Spanish rebels were totally in despair.
They lost their will to fight and began to flee in panic.
But Night didn't spare anyone.
He pursued them relentlessly, forcing the enemies to fight him.
At this moment, he completely abandoned the large-scale AoE storm-like force field and transformed into the most primitive weapon, charging into the crowd.
A warrior must never flee from battle.
Turning their backs to him was like prey begging to be devoured—how naive!
Night began to use spears, swords, fists, fingers, even his legs, every part of his body that could be used as a weapon, to dance across the battlefield.
As he madly chased down the enemy, gradually feeling no pressure at all, his steps seemed about to slow.
However, he could not accept this.
At this point, at this step, he could not accept slowing down.
So, he instinctively began to imagine stronger hypothetical enemies.
Not enough, it's still not enough…
He hadn't fully memorized this special state yet.
He needed the pressure of even more powerful enemies to keep his body running at such a high load.
And so—
Night began to imagine the enemy forces as terrifying dragon species or fantasy creatures, those colossal beings long unseen in this Roman era.
The kings of the sky, the rulers of the sea, creatures like dragons or even Leviathans.
After fighting for who knows how long, when the chaotic cries around him gradually faded away.
Night, who had unknowingly walked alone to the Ebro River, turned back to see the corpses of an enemy force he had chased all the way here.
There were no more opponents left around him.
'It seems that's it for today.'
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment… and forcibly pulled himself out of the state.
As his body gradually began to cool down, like a high-speed machine winding down, Night walked to the edge of the Ebro River to wash his face.
But when he saw his reflection in the water, he suddenly froze.
His armor was stained with dark brown blood, making him look ferocious.
The visor revealed his eyes, burning with a faint blue illusory flame.
The once bright silver armor and the crimson cape had now turned into a deep, dark red.
At this moment, he was just like a black knight who had emerged from hell.
Is this—me?!
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