CHAPTER 45: DEMONIC ENERGY

The two focused on the undead, in hopes that whoever was coming would be blocked by their tanker, but when five figures appeared, the atmosphere changed and panic set in.

"They are five of them," he said, looking at them, five men cloaked in black, with sinister smiles on their faces. The leader, a man with a sharp jaw and red eyes, looked at them.

He had a grin on his face. "Seems we have found what we need," he said. The others let out laughs, cackling like a bunch of hyenas.

"I don’t think we can take these five people, we have to run," the tanker said. He turned around and let out a thunderous roar, his muscles bulged as he activated his ability.

He charged forward like a bull and slammed into the undead, pushing it to the side forcefully. "Let’s goooo!" he roared, and the other two immediately followed.

"You think you can get away? Hahaha, we’ll kill you," the man yelled, and all five started chasing at top speed through the hallway.

Silva also got out and chased behind, keeping a safe distance but making sure he didn’t lose them, and also making sure that those five wouldn’t kill those three. They weren’t going to die on his watch.

The chase went on for a few minutes. The three had tried to get away, but it turned out that the five chasers were skilled, fast, and unrelenting.

They cackled as they chased, and at times threw different projectiles at the group. They were having fun, playing, toying with those three.

They chased until the three were backed into a corner. Forced to stop, they turned around, panic filling their minds.

"What the hell do you want from us?" the leader yelled.

"Hahaha, your life will do," the leader of the five said. He took a step forward, and then a chain dropped down from his hands. "Your life is needed for the greater cause," he said, then swung the chain. It ripped through the air like a whip, latched around the neck of the guy, and pulled him to the ground.

The guy tried to resist and activate his ability, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t, as if his ability was blocked somehow.

"Get the others," the man said. His followers nodded and also attacked with chains. They wrapped around them no matter how they tried to resist, and when they did, they were completely powerless.

"Let’s go, this should be enough for today," the leader said and started dragging the guy on the ground. They turned around and then spotted a figure standing there.

"Huh? When did someone arrive here?" the leader asked. "It doesn’t matter though, I’ll kill you for seeing what you weren’t supposed to see," he said and attacked with another chain.

But to his surprise, Silva grabbed the chain. The man was stunned; he looked at Silva like he had just seen a ghost.

"How? How the hell are you doing that? This chain was given to me by His Holiness, no mortal hand should be capable of holding this," he said in anger.

Silva, on the other hand, stared at the chain. He wasn’t certain, but he could tell that there were traces of demonic energy inside this chain, or at least around it a little.

’Demonic energy... how do they have something like this?’ he wondered. His interest in their organization increased instantly.

He looked up at the man. "I’m sorry, but I have a few questions to ask you," he said and yanked the chain. The man was thrown forward, shock in his eyes.

"And I need answers," Silva said, already getting ready to hit the man.

The man saw this and instantly let go of both chains. He was still midair. He pulled out a short sword that gave off some sort of black smoke.

"Who the hell are you to question me? I’ll kill you and drink your blood," he roared and attacked, but Silva parried the hand and sent a punch right into the face of the man, sending him flying. He slammed into the wall and fell to the ground.

"System, place ten stats each into each category," Silva said.

[Strength: 33]

[Speed: 34]

[Defense: 32]

[Intelligence: 38]

The four men saw their master had been thrown back. They let go of the two and rushed at Silva. Each one pulled out a short sword. The first one attacked with a slash, but Silva dodged under the blade, grabbed the hand, and threw him into the second person.

The third came from low, stabbing upward. Silva stepped back and kicked the sword away before following that with a punch to the face, shattering his nose.

"Arghhhhhhh!" the man screamed in pain. Silva grabbed him by the hair and threw him to the wall. Then he dodged the attack of the last man, sending a punch into his guts.

He looked around as the five men got back on their feet, their eyes filled with rage.

"You guys are oddly very weak. Don’t tell me you rely on those weapons of yours all the time. I guess there is no need to practice when you can take down an enemy with just some weapons," Silva said, then got into a stance.

"That’s a mentality that only people who desire to be weak carry though," he said, and blasted off. He moved so fast they could barely follow. He leaped into the air, spun, and kicked the leader in the chest so hard that several ribs were shattered.

He landed and immediately turned his gaze to the rest. He charged at them, lifted into the air, and kicked all of them before he landed on the ground.

He looked at the three from the party, seeing how stunned they were while watching his fight.

"Three of you, go now, it’s not safe for you," he said.

They got on their feet, bowed their heads to him, and started to leave.

Silva turned and looked at the incapacitated leader. "Now to know what has been happening."