Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

"Comrades in arms, as professionals, we possess superhuman strength, and it is logic and wisdom that form the basis of our survival, while duty and dedication are our sacred obligations as soldiers.

Sometimes, reason and duty conflict, but right here, right now, pick up your weapons and win this victory! Knowing that hell is ahead, yet conquering it is our duty as soldiers..."

The ferocity in his eyes was even contagious to all the participants, their eyes reddened as if dyeing the mist with the color of blood.

Kael drew his sword, the flame on the blade erupting as he charged toward a corner: "Let’s show these bastards how we mad dogs tear them apart.

Hey, right? Big prize, Chosen One."

At that moment, the Ranger clad in dark green combat attire charged forward.

The worshippers, looking like demons, grotesquely surged from the surrounding areas, but Kael’s gaze penetrated the dark forest, catching a glimpse of Black Hand hidden behind the worshippers.

In an instant, short-range combat ensued.

...Two minutes later, the fragmented battlefield...

"Lord..." Jonathan managed a smile through the pain at the corner of his mouth.

Kael laid Jonathan, who was hanging from his torso, down on the ground—

He had only the upper half of his body left, but his blade was still firmly directed at himself, until Kael decisively severed it with a sword stroke through the waist.

The Divine Particles surged even more violently within Kael.

A slightly despondent voice filled the air, "Why..."

Mind Control measures, I know, the Church’s usual desperate tactic before a meltdown.

I knew subordinates would be controlled—the worshippers are like a handy faith-manufacturing machine to the gods, you don’t spare even your own faithful, and it’s normal to turn against enemies when pressed.

That I have to kill them myself, I also... knew.

If it weren’t for the Gluttonous Slime delaying their death, keeping them alive until I reset the instance.

But why—

"I have never felt such pain in living, nor have I harbored such hatred for these mindless zealots." Kael’s voice was hoarse, "The awareness for quelling war yet sparking another is what you taught me... I really can’t treat this as just a game."

The malice of former comrades was like a bonfire in the night, so painfully bright and poignant.

But they had been ready a long time ago.

Gluttonous Slime Queen Aister, controlling the lives of all subordinate slimes, and the Rangers living symbiotically with the subordinate Gluttonous Slimes, thus indirectly came under Kael’s control.

Who had been influenced and lost control, he was crystal clear.

This was a secret never revealed before this battle, a trump card tailor-made for Kael and the Ranger Squad to counteract the Chosen One’s potential betrayal.

The Scarlet Dream Blade, wrapped in splattering Divine Particles, flickered with light, and the surviving Rangers stood silent as steel.

Just then, they had successfully strangled their completely uncontrollable comrades, the barbed Whale Hunting Spears formed by the Gluttonous Slimes on their bodies, they rammed forcefully into the twisted flesh of the Chosen One using brute strength.

Without the influence of Mind Control, if this Chosen One wanted to harm himself, he could only approach for close combat or be manipulated by his controlled comrades.

But the Chosen One never anticipated that this team was prepared to fight to the death.

First killing the worshippers, then slaying their kin, the bloody scent blossoming amidst agony engulfed the surrounding worshippers like waves.

He hooked his foot around a nearby shattered transport cart, grabbing one end and, like a cannon, hurled it forward, the Chosen One navigating the area swiftly dodged, appearing somewhat bewildered, he asked again:

"Why didn’t you save your comrades, my speed in mashing their brains can’t even keep up with your killing speed... Human, I don’t understand, aren’t they your brethren?"

Kael remained silent, carefully calculating the Chosen One’s trajectory with the help of the Scarlet Dream Blade, perhaps because of the excessive power he had taken on, the Chosen One’s body swelled into a large, ferocious mass of flesh.

In Kael’s view, a punch should feel quite impactful!

His face bore a fierce smile, the pattern of the Life Treasury on his head flickering uncertainly, the released Divine Particles hardened and concentrated within the pattern, then activated to strengthen his body.

Under this maneuver, he felt his muscles melting, the Divine Particles wrapping around his fist, he smashed down with earth-shattering momentum.

Even without the destructive power of the Scarlet Dream Blade, the tightly coiled muscles were just as lethal when launched, striking directly at the Chosen One’s brain.

Kael himself didn’t notice, with that punch, the smile on his face was as malicious as a scythe, like a wild beast.

He couldn’t see his own expression, but he never felt more ferocious than at that moment. Explore hidden tales at NovelBin.Côm

In that bone-sour cracking sound, the Chosen One’s head was smashed around twice, his soft yet tough skin twisted into a pretzel.

The next second, the downward kick smashed down like a cannonball, in the muffled thump, Kael feeling slightly light-headed from minor blood loss, mercilessly drove him into a twenty-meter-deep pit.