Helas stood at the forefront, arguing with the large bastard: “You will not receive any more than what you have already taken from us! Prepare to die!”

“Die?” The blue slug laughed, “Haha! And who will be doing the killing exactly? You? You couldn’t kill me in a thousand years.”

Helas paused, furrowing his eyebrows, “I bet if all of us were to attack at once, we would be able to take you down with ease.”

The blue-skinned criminal clenched his jaw, looking around at the furious expressions of the various natives that were gathered around.

‘They aren’t weak. I might even face a bit of trouble. But… I would still win.’ He declared to himself. He suddenly looked past his shoulder, “Brother?” He said under his breath.

A smile slowly appeared on his face, “So… you succeeded.” He grinned.

He quickly turned to face the Zasean natives again, “So… will one of you step forward, or will I have to butcher several of you first!?”

Heavy footsteps approached from the back, as people began to move and make way.

Ha stepped in front of the group, his expression stern.

“Ha… I command you to stand back.” Helas said, his tone serious.

Ha looked back at the man, “Lrax… let me do this before I die. It’s the least I can do.”

“That was an order,” Helas replied, his tone even deeper than before.

“Its okay.” Ha retorted, turning to face the blue rogue, “Im giving my life… an order won’t punish me as much as this sacrifice.”

Helas was taken aback as he heard this. He was left speechless for a moment as Ha continued to step forward.

“I’ll fight you!” He exclaimed, staring at the blue man.

The blue rogue sized him up and down.

Ha was four inches taller than the blue slug. He had the same-sized muscles, and a slightly larger belly as well.

The two looked similarly matched, apart from the fact that Ha simply looked larger and stronger.

The blue man raised a brow, “Huh… I’ll take it.” He smirked, “I would usually take you for testing, but I want to fight you instead. So… unseathe your weapon!”

As he said this, he ripped his robe off of his body–revealing his ripped physique.

Ha wielded his spear, spinning it several times before slashing it down toward the blue slug.

“Hehaha…” The blue slug began to laugh, his expression almost giddy.

Everyone looked with awe as this battle looked to begin at almost any second.

Many were nervous, and others were angry at this entire predicament. Others were slightly hopeful, but their wishes were feigned and they knew it themselves.

Finally, Helas stood there with his head facing the ground, his face shadowed.

“Come at me first!” The blue slug exclaimed, curling his fingers toward himself.

Ha didn’t hesitate, lunging forward with his spear before thrusting it forward.

It aimed to pierce straight through the blue slug’s stomach, but the mark disappeared before the spear could reach it.

The blue slug had sidestepped the attack, causing its afterblow to rustle the tree leaves several feet behind.

“Not bad…” The blue slug exclaimed, “Now… It’s my turn.” He dashed forward, clenching his fist tightly.

Ha couldn’t calibrate the immense speed at which the blue slug was moving. He instinctually took a step back and raised his spear–getting ready for the blow.

The blue slug unleashed his fist. It flew forward like a missile, arriving a foot away from Ha’s face within a millisecond.

*BANG*

The impact was hard.

Ha opened his eyes feeling no pain or pressure. At that moment, the overwhelming gasps of everyone around him rang in his ears.

He looked forward. His maw gaped wide open as he saw Helas back in front of him.

Helas fell to the ground, his arms badly bruised and possibly broken by blocking the attack.

“L-LRAX!” Ha exclaimed in shock, quickly kneeling.

Several others also raced to Helas’ aid, worried and angry.

The blue slug had an unimpressed look on his face, “How boring…”

“Shut the hell up!” Ha screamed, looking at the rogue, “I’ll kill you!”

He rushed forward, attempting to pierce the blue slug several times.

After dodging all of Ha’s attacks with ease, he gave the young man a harrowing punch to the gut.

It sent him flying over 50 feet into the distance, before skipping across the ground like a stone over water and finally sliding to a stop–fully unconscious.

The blue rogue smiled, “Good… thats good… hahaha!”

Several more Zasean natives rose from their lrax’s side, their eyes fueled with anger as they unsheathed their swords and axes.

“Oh? You dare to raise a weapon against me? That means death you know…” The blue slug grinned even harder.

At that moment, the dozen or so Zasean natives stormed the blue rogue.

The blue bastard didn’t back up, however, instead sprinting forward with his malicious intent spewing in the air.

*BANG*

He punched a native in the chest, exploding a hole through his torso.

*BOOM*

A slap across the body, tearing skin and bone.

*CRUSH*

A kick to the hips, ripping a native in two.

Blood was spilled everywhere, and the blue slug was bathing in it with joyful tears nearly wanting to come out of his eyes.

The screaming from other natives was horrifying.

Some yelled for them to stop, some yelled for reinforcements.

It was total and utter chaos.

At that moment, a voice rang from behind them all. The blue slug even turned, recognizing it to be his brother’s tone.

“Mrama! It’s over… let’s go home.” Jiro said from about 50 feet away.

Tyr’s eyes couldn’t stop looking at the mutilated bodies lying across the floor.

Behind his red pupils, there were seemingly no emotions.

Jiro looked back at him and laughed, “Hahaha! Looks like you were too late.”

At that moment, the others also noticed how Tyr looked.

The natives began to point out his eyes.

Finally, after all the murmuring, the oldest Zasean native spoke: “Red eyes… the bastard has sided with the Black Merchant Guild! He’s eaten the Black Worm!”

A wave of gasps and shocked noises went around.

“You fucker!”

“You lead us to this!”

“How dare you!”

“Damn it! The mistake we made, choosing him to lead us.”

“Foolish! How damn foolish!”

Reana, raised up from beside Helas, “TYR!” She screamed, capturing Tyr’s eyes.

“Is it true…” She asked softly, her voice cracking slightly. She was clearly terrified at the idea of Tyr switching sides.

Everyone quieted down in anticipation. The natives looked at Tyr with their pupils dancing in desperation.

Mrama and Jiro stared at Tyr with grins across their faces.

Finally, Tyr inhaled deeply. He slowly extended his hands out to both sides of him, and then he closed his eyes.

Jiro and Mrama were slightly confused by this.

Finally, when Tyr opened his eyes again, they were brightly glowing; a glorious golden color.

A golden flame also erupted from his glabella.

[You are immune to all mental attacks.]

Tyr spoke: “I… am no slave.”

He suddenly grabbed Jiro by the back of the neck, capturing the little son of a bitch with a tight grip.

A smile stretched across Tyr’s face as Jiro was raised into the air, his legs flailing as his hands claws to get out of the hold.

“It’s time to talk, you pathetic slugs.”

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