Technique #134: Subclavian Artery Puncture with Controlled Bleed Claws found the space above a soldier’s collarbone, penetrating to severe the subclavian artery. Blood sprayed in rhythmic pulses. The soldier had perhaps twenty seconds of consciousness left before blood loss dropped him.

Satou was already three kills beyond that one before the bleeding soldier finished dying.

Four hundred fifty soldiers left.

Four hundred.

Three hundred fifty.

A group of elite soldiers, recognizing conventional tactics were useless, tried something desperate: a synchronized blessed magic attack from twenty casters simultaneously.

Twenty soldiers channeled holy power into a combined spell, golden light gathering into a sphere of concentrated divine energy aimed directly at Satou.

[MAGICAL RESISTANCE]

The blessed magic sphere hit him and... dispersed. Like water splashing against stone. The divine energy simply couldn’t affect him, his Perfect magical resistance providing complete immunity to magic below Demon Lord tier.

And this was definitely below Demon Lord tier.

The twenty casters stared in shock as their most powerful combined attack failed utterly.

Satou stared back.

[PSYCHIC ANNIHILATION - LEGENDARY]

Mental assault struck all twenty casters simultaneously, bypassing blessed protections to attack their consciousness directly.

Their minds shattered. Twenty highly trained combat mages reduced to drooling vegetables in an instant, their consciousness destroyed beyond any possibility of recovery.

Satou continued killing.

[PHANTOM STRIKE]

His attacks began ignoring physical defenses entirely. Soldiers raised shields—his claws passed through the metal as if it wasn’t there, finding flesh beyond. Soldiers wore blessed armor—the protection meant nothing, his strikes connecting with bodies directly.

It was like fighting ghosts. Defenses that should work simply... didn’t. Parries failed. Blocks accomplished nothing. Armor might as well have been tissue paper.

Three hundred soldiers left.

Two hundred fifty.

Two hundred.

The remaining humans pulled into a tight defensive formation, shields locked together, spears bristling outward, attempting to present a unified wall of steel that even a demon lord couldn’t penetrate alone.

Good tactic. Against a normal enemy, it might even work.

Satou wasn’t normal.

[ABSOLUTE SEVERANCE]

He activated the ability he’d gained from Floor 100 of the dungeon—the power to cut through not just physical matter, but connections, bonds, formations, concepts.

His claws swept in a horizontal arc, and the power of Absolute Severance spread outward in a crescent wave of cutting force.

It didn’t cut through the shields. It cut through the conceptual connection binding the defensive formation together. The coordinated tactics, the mutual support, the unified defense—all of it simply... severed.

Suddenly two hundred soldiers weren’t a unified formation anymore. They were two hundred individuals standing close together, their tactics no longer coordinated, their mutual protection gone.

And Satou killed individuals far more easily than formations.

[BERSERK AURA + ENHANCED STRENGTH]

His crimson aura flared brighter, dark red energy crackling around his form. His physical strength, already enhanced by Dragoblin physiology and Berserk Mode, surged even higher.

He grabbed a soldier by the leg and swung him like a club, the armored human’s body becoming a weapon. The improvised club hit three other soldiers, all four bodies crumpling from impacts that shattered bones inside armor.

Another soldier tried stabbing Satou while he was occupied. Satou caught the sword blade between his clawed fingers, ripped it from the soldier’s grip, and drove the man’s own weapon through his chest with enough force to punch through backplate armor.

A squad of ten tried overwhelming him through coordinated assault, attacking from all sides simultaneously.

[SHADOW PROJECTILES]

Darkness erupted from Satou’s body in all directions—dozens of shadow spears shooting outward like a spherical porcupine of death.

All ten soldiers were impaled simultaneously, shadow weapons punching through armor and vital organs. They died before comprehending what had killed them.

One hundred ninety left.

One hundred fifty.

One hundred.

The remaining soldiers broke completely, discipline shattering under the horrifying reality of fighting something that couldn’t be stopped, couldn’t be hurt, couldn’t even be slowed.

They ran in all directions, abandoning weapons and armor in desperate flight. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

[NIGHTMARE POCKET DIMENSION CREATION]

Satou didn’t chase them physically. Instead, he created a nightmare pocket dimension that overlapped with physical reality, trapping the fleeing soldiers in a space that existed between normal space and the nightmare realm.

To outside observers, the soldiers simply vanished—there one moment, gone the next.

Inside the pocket dimension, they found themselves in an infinite maze of obsidian walls that shifted and changed, making navigation impossible. The air was thick with dread. Whispers echoed from every direction, speaking in voices of dead comrades.

And hunting them through the maze were nightmare constructs wearing the faces of everyone each soldier had ever killed.

The soldiers ran screaming through impossible corridors, chased by personalized horrors, trapped in a space designed specifically to break their minds before ending their lives.

Satou left them to die slowly in the nightmare maze and turned his attention to the three hundred who’d broken and fled at the very beginning when his Draconic Presence first manifested.

They’d gained perhaps half a mile of distance, thinking they’d escaped.

[SHADOW ABSOLUTE MOVEMENT]

He teleported to the front of the fleeing crowd, appearing directly in their escape path.

Three hundred soldiers skidded to a halt, seeing the crimson-wreathed dragoblin standing casually between them and freedom.

"No," one soldier whispered, the word carrying absolute defeat.

Satou didn’t say anything. Just activated multiple abilities simultaneously.

[DRAGONFIRE + MAGMA MANIPULATION + HEAT AURA]

He became a walking inferno. Dragonfire erupted from his body, white-hot flames washing over the tightly packed soldiers. The ground beneath them turned molten, magma bubbling up to consume boots and legs. His Heat Aura radiated outward, the air itself becoming superheated.

The three hundred soldiers died screaming, burning alive in temperatures hot enough to melt steel, their flesh charring and their bones turning to ash.

When Satou released the elemental powers, all that remained was a field of cooling glass where sand had been flash-melted by the heat, with three hundred piles of ash and slag marking where humans had stood.

Central sector: cleared.

One thousand human soldiers dead in under twelve minutes.