He resembled Avalokiteśvara*, who he had seen in art textbooks on Earth. If he recalled, Avalokiteśvara had two… how many arms again? Well, it didn’t matter. He was just using Avalokiteśvara as a reference.

TLN*: You can Google this. It’s the Buddha-like god with a bunch of arms.

And then he began to resemble a hundred-handed giant known as a Hekatonkheire​ from Greek mythology more than Avalokiteśvara, he brought his arms down one after another towards Gordan, whose face had frozen with astonishment.

“Whip Attack.” Vandalieu used an Unarmed Fighting Technique martial skill that could normally only be used by Ghoul men, who had longer arms than legs. However, the first attack was easily deflected by Gordan’s shield.

“Hmph! Using the Ghouls’ martial skill! But before my Steel Wall, such a skill is –”

“Whip Attack, Whip Attack, Whip Attack, Whip Attack, Whip Attack, Whip Attack.”

Vandalieu’s arms were swinging endlessly. All of them were using Whip Attack.

Impossible! How could he use that martial skill so many times consecutively?!

A normal person… No, even a superhuman’s head wouldn’t be able to process this. But Vandalieu had already used Whip Attack dozens, hundreds of times.

Could it be… I-impossible!

In the gap between Vandalieu’s countless arms, Gordan saw the head that he had sent flying earlier.

“Whip Attack.”

“Whip Attack, Whip Attack.”

“Whip Attack, Whip Attack, Whip Attack, Whip Attack, Whip Attack.”

What Gordan saw resembled a bunch of grapes.

But it was an aberrant sight; each of the fruit in this bunch of grapes was a child’s head with a hollow pair of eyes.

“M-monster…!” For the first time, there was fear in Gordan’s voice.

Watching him with his countless eyes, Vandalieu felt the urge to laugh.

Back then, Darcia was burned at the stake, but Vandalieu had been unable to do anything but hide in the ground like a worm in order to survive. Now, Gordan feared him.

Gordan was calling Vandalieu “monster” out of fear rather than scorn; he truly feared Vandalieu.

Ah, how wonderful. But choosing this method and going all-out was consuming a lot of Vandalieu’s Mana.

“Come.”

Materializing one of his heads, Vandalieu called the Golems that he had made beforehand.

Letting out groans, red Golems… Blood Golems made from the blood spilled by the expedition army’s soldiers flew towards Vandalieu’s mouth.

It wasn’t very fresh; it had the taste of the dirt and grass and even contained fragments of the soldiers’ bones, but Vandalieu was in such a good mood right now that he didn’t care about that.

Seeing Vandalieu feeding like this put the final crack in Gordan’s will. He understood that even if he continued to endure these attacks, Vandalieu wouldn’t run out of breath or Mana.

Well, even without replenishing it, Vandalieu still had half… around 100,000,000 Mana remaining.