Ainz - Slices apart Hellhounds

The hellhounds attacked from every direction to brutally slaughter the dark warrior Momon. They encircled him completely, not leaving a single gap.

If he used his swords to block, some would get around, bite into him, and rip him apart. If he sliced through them, the remaining ones would leap at him. He’d get body checked by the hellhounds, his stance would crumple, and he wouldn’t be able to evade their next assault.

This assault was practically the definition of attacking with sheer numbers.

It was no wonder the guards’ expressions were all so pained. But they had no idea what the truly strong were capable of.

A giant sword arced through the air, causing a massive gust of wind.

Everyone with eyes fell speechless.

It was a single slicing attack. An ordinary person would have been able to cut through one enemy at most. But because of who was holding the sword, this slice could surpass the ordinary.

Four of the hellhounds that had seemed invincible to the guards fell onto the road in pieces.

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Momon didn’t even try to force his listing body back but instead leaned into the flow to whirl around. His crimson cape fluttered behind him, creating a blazing swirl. With the nimble movements of a dancer, he planted his feet again, and his great swords howled as he swept them from left to right.

He sent the remaining hellhounds tumbling down the street. None of them could move properly anymore.

“In just...two slashes?”

The guard’s murmur spoke for everyone. Having witnessed such a feat, what other words could possibly come to mind?

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Volume 6, Chapter 11.2