The current situation made Liens feel like he had just escaped a tiger's den only to enter a wolf's lair.

If he wasn't unfamiliar with the place and didn't consider that 'leaving the town immediately after entering' might attract the attention of the ritual's orchestrator, he probably would have just left.

He was just too unlucky…

He just wanted to find a place to rest and properly relieve the fatigue of a month of wilderness survival.

He didn't expect to encounter such a thing right after coming out of the Monster Forest.

Of course, he wasn't too anxious right now.

Besides a bit of confidence in his own strength, the main reason was that this large magic ritual did not restrict people from leaving.

He had just tested this in the instance.

So, for now, he was still safe.

Liens picked up his pace and began running around Hughes Town, trying to find the key point of the ritual.

The town wasn't big, and with the blessing of the Wind Element, Liens didn't take long to roughly traverse it.

He had seen all the elemental areas and observed them carefully.

However, as an outsider to the field of magic, this behavior, apart from further confirming that it was a magic ritual, yielded no other results.

His unusual behavior also aroused the vigilance of the militia brother and the town residents.

Considering the speed Liens had just displayed, the militia brother felt that he couldn't confront Liens alone.

So, he directly called some of his colleagues to surround Liens, this Adventurer who might be up to no good.

"Adventurer, please stop your actions and explain the reason for your unusual behavior."

"Otherwise, we may be forced to detain you."

The militia brother led his men to surround Liens in three layers, then issued a warning to him.

Upon hearing this, Liens, who was deep in thought, pondering where the key point of this magic ritual might be, looked up at the militiamen surrounding him.

Their number was probably in the dozens.

Some carried long spears, some held swords, and some even drew longbows and aimed them at him.

Outside the militia's encirclement were ordinary citizens who had come out of their homes to watch the commotion after hearing the noise.

They all looked at the surrounded Liens with curious eyes, discussing this strange outsider.

"It's a pity, time is a bit short."

"Otherwise, I could test right now — the importance of people to this large magic ritual."

Liens scanned the people around him with cold eyes, saying with a hint of regret.

And everyone who was swept by Liens' gaze felt a chilling sensation.

No matter how benevolent Liens appeared in reality, it couldn't change his disregard for Life.

Especially his experiences in the Monster Forest had caused some changes in his demeanor.

He could be as harmless as a small rabbit; he could also be as terrifying as a fierce tiger.

"Next round."

Thinking this, Liens exited this instance.

The scene changed.

The scene before Liens' eyes returned to the town entrance.

At this moment, the militia brother was preparing to take Liens to the town's only inn.

"Sorry…"

Liens said softly to the militia brother.

Then, before he could react to why Liens was apologizing to him, a silver light flashed, and he lost the ability to think.

The sudden situation caught all the town residents present by surprise.

It wasn't until they saw the fallen figure of the militia brother and the blood flowing from his body that they realized what had happened.

"Murder!"

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs, expressing their horror while also alerting those who hadn't noticed to the most important information.

After saying that, he turned and fled, away from this dangerous place and dangerous person.

At this time, Liens had already begun his slaughter.

Blood and screams lingered in the air simultaneously, and falling figures continuously hit the ground.

Liens was expressionless, ignoring the town residents' pleas for mercy, step by step chasing after the fleeing people, then swinging his sword down.

"Whoosh!"

Liens dodged the arrow shot at him, and the arrow, missing its target, embedded itself in the dirt beside Liens.

Liens turned to look at the archer standing on the rooftop who had just shot at him.

At this moment, he had already nocked a second arrow on his bowstring, aiming at Liens, waiting for the opportunity to shoot a second time.

And besides him, the town's militiamen had also arrived one after another, slowly surrounding Liens.

Their eyes were filled with hatred, glaring at Liens, and the redness on their faces indicated their current rage. P&art^ of a se@ri#es h+o#s#t+e*d# by My V^ir*t@u+a#l% L%i-bra^ry E-mpi$r.e* (#MV-&LE^M&P+&Y^R)^.%

But anger did not crush their reason; they still surrounded Liens in a disciplined formation, approaching him step by step.

Clearly, they also knew that with their individual strength, they could not inflict any harm on a ruthless killer like Liens, who possessed great power.

Only by relying on collective strength could they take down this killer and avenge their families and friends.

So, no matter how angry they were, they did not act impulsively.

Liens looked at the militiamen's formation with interest; he felt a familiar shadow in their fighting style.

Lucrezia also used to, no, it should be said, probably still is, teaching the soldiers of Kara City a similar encirclement tactic.

Therefore, he could tell that these militiamen must have received professional training.

Their fighting style was very useful against people stronger than them, or against monsters.

Unfortunately, he was not an ordinary person.

Although their encirclement tactic looked good, it couldn't bridge the huge power gap between them and him.

Of course, if their numbers were ten or even dozens of times greater, and there were more archers like the one on the rooftop, then it might be possible to kill him.

Yes, only possible, because Liens would also run.

Of course, that would be in a real-world scenario.

In an instance where he encountered such a situation, he would only charge forward more bravely.

Stepping, dashing.

In the eyes of those militiamen, Liens appeared like a ghost in front of their comrades.

However, that was just Liens' ordinary dashing speed.

Swing the sword, then the next…

Liens repeated the same actions, slaughtering the militiamen who were surrounding him one by one.

And the continuous fall of their comrades, along with the incessant screams, hammered their hearts like heavy blows.

The militiamen watched the constantly flickering ghostly figure, and the anger in their eyes gradually turned into fear.

The archer on the rooftop, with his bow drawn, kept swaying left and right, constantly trying to aim at Liens.

But as time passed, and his comrades continuously fell, the sweat on his forehead increased, and his eyes became more desperate.

Impossible…