Technique #93: Spine Compression Strike His palm struck another soldier’s lower back with perfect accuracy, the impact compressing vertebrae and severing the spinal cord. Instant paralysis. The man collapsed, alive but unable to move anything below the waist.

Satou’s follow-up claw strike finished him.

Technique #156: Sternum Implosion His fist drove into a soldier’s chest with force calculated to shatter the breastbone and drive fragments into the heart and lungs. Internal bleeding. Death in thirty seconds.

Technique #214: Temporal Artery Precision Strike Claws found the side of a soldier’s neck, cutting the temporal artery with perfect placement. Blood sprayed in rhythmic pulses with each heartbeat. The man had perhaps fifteen seconds of consciousness left.

Satou was already killing the next target before the first one finished bleeding out.

[DRAGONFIRE MANIPULATION]

He swept his arms in wide arcs, white-hot flames washing over clusters of soldiers. Armor melted. Flesh charred. Men died screaming, their blessed equipment providing no protection against draconic heat.

A squad of archers tried targeting him from range. Their holy-enchanted arrows actually penetrated his Shadow Armor, several finding flesh.

Satou barely noticed. His Legendary Regeneration was already sealing the wounds, pushing arrows out as new tissue formed.

[DRAGON’S ROAR]

He drew in a deep breath and unleashed sonic devastation.

"RAAAAAAHHH!"

The sound hit the archers like a shockwave, the concussive force shattering bones and pulverizing internal organs. The entire squad—fifteen soldiers—died instantly from catastrophic internal damage.

One hundred eighty-five soldiers left in this sector.

Satou accelerated the slaughter.

[SHADOW MANIPULATION + SHADOW SERVANT CREATION]

Darkness responded to his will, coalescing into physical forms. Not nightmare constructs this time, but actual shadow servants—humanoid figures made of solidified darkness that could fight independently under his mental commands.

Ten shadow servants materialized around him, each one armed with shadow weapons—swords, spears, axes all made of darkness sharp enough to cut steel.

"Kill them all," Satou commanded.

The shadow servants charged into the human formation, their supernatural speed and strength making them deadly opponents. They fought with mechanical efficiency, no wasted movement, no hesitation, no fear.

A soldier tried blocking a shadow servant’s sword with his shield. The shadow blade cut through the shield, through the arm holding it, and buried itself in the man’s chest. Dead.

Another soldier thrust his spear at a shadow servant’s head. The construct simply dissolved into mist, letting the spear pass through empty air, then reformed behind the soldier and beheaded him with a shadow axe.

The shadow servants weren’t individually as strong as Satou, but they were still far beyond normal human capability. And there were ten of them working in perfect coordination.

They killed fifty soldiers in the first minute.

Satou didn’t wait for them to finish. He moved through the chaos they’d created, his claws finding targets with lethal precision.

[ENHANCED AGILITY + TIME DILATION]

He activated his temporal ability again, speeding up his personal time stream while the world slowed down around him. Combined with his already supernatural agility enhanced by Berserk Mode, he moved through the human formation like a red-wreathed storm.

To the soldiers, he was impossible to track. One moment visible on the left, next moment attacking from behind, then appearing to the right, movements too fast for human eyes to follow properly.

His claws found throats, hearts, spines, major arteries. Each strike precisely placed for maximum lethality with minimum effort.

Technique #278: Kidney Strike with Hemorrhage Extension Claws punched into a soldier’s lower back, rupturing both kidneys simultaneously. The man would bleed out internally in under two minutes. Satou moved to the next target.

Technique #301: Jugular Tear with Windpipe Severance Claws hooked into a soldier’s throat from the side, tearing through both jugular vein and trachea in a single motion. The man couldn’t scream—couldn’t even breathe—just gurgled as blood filled his severed windpipe.

Technique #89: Eye Socket to Brain Penetration Claws drove into a soldier’s eye socket at an upward angle, penetrating through the orbital bone and into the frontal lobe. Instant death from massive brain trauma.

One hundred thirty-five soldiers left.

One hundred.

Seventy-five.

The remaining humans broke completely, discipline shattering under the horror of watching their force decimated by one dragoblin and his shadow servants.

They ran.

Satou let them run for exactly three seconds.

Then he activated [SHADOW ABSOLUTE MOVEMENT] and appeared in front of their escape route.

[ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE DOMINION - SOVEREIGN]

Reality warped around the fleeing soldiers, the nightmare realm manifesting with even greater intensity than before. The ground became obsidian mirrors reflecting their terrified faces. The sky turned black, stars replaced by eyes that watched with malevolent intelligence. The air thickened into something that fought against every breath.

And the shadows began whispering.

Each soldier heard different words, but the message was the same:

You’re going to die here. Your god won’t save you. Your blessed weapons won’t protect you. You invaded our home. You killed our people. Now you pay the price.

Fifteen soldiers went completely insane, their minds breaking under the psychological assault. They collapsed, screaming incoherently, clawing at their own faces.

The remaining sixty tried fighting their way through the nightmare realm, blessed weapons raised against the supernatural darkness.

[TERROR MANIFESTATION - PERFECT]

The fears whispering in the darkness took physical form. Each soldier faced a personalized manifestation of their deepest terror—things only they could see, perfectly crafted from their own nightmares.

A soldier saw his dead wife, her throat slit, blood pouring from the wound, reaching for him with accusing hands. He screamed and ran directly into Satou’s waiting claws.

Another saw spiders—thousands of them, covering his body, crawling into his mouth and nose. He thrashed wildly, fighting enemies that didn’t exist, completely ignoring the very real dragon-goblin who decapitated him.

A third saw fire—saw himself burning alive, saw his own flesh charring and melting. He threw himself to the ground and rolled, trying to extinguish flames that existed only in his mind. Satou’s claws found his exposed neck.

One by one, the terror manifestations drove soldiers into Satou’s kill zone, their minds too occupied with personalized nightmares to mount any effective defense.