The war drums and signaling horns were blown to their absolute limit... until they suddenly fell silent as a violent, violet arc of energy cleaved through the air.

It severed the necks of the orcs like they were nothing, continuing its path and carving through the ranks without a shred of mercy. Slicing and dicing that tried acting in it’s way.

’Hoh... I didn’t expect to see that technique for the first time, katana series an intriguing skill.’ Quinn thought as he witnessed the entire event unfold in a flash.

Alice had simply executed a single draw; the purple energy had concentrated into a razor-thin line, expanding into a colossal crescent wave upon release that decapitated everyone with effortless precision.

Quinn was still bothered by the reality of her sealed rank.

It was definitely time to ask her about that, perhaps once this entire slaughter was over...or when the time finally comes.

He glanced toward the opposite flank, where Lilith was ravaging the enemy lines with her halberd, like a warrior in the middle of siege.

Nothing was spared; she tore through their numbers like a hot knife through butter.

It was truly a effortless display...limbs and heads flew as the cleave went out from every possible direction.

Lilith didn’t employ her specific skill series, but the raw power of the Earth Shaker was fully unleashed.

The ground convulsed, fracturing into deep fissures with every step she took. The entire settlement was rapidly transforming into a grotesque bloodbath for all to see.

Even the humans trapped inside the vine cage felt a profound dread, yet a glimmer of hope sparked within them that they might actually be saved... seeing a human is enough to recover the colors in their faces.

Finally, Quinn looked down at the already severed head of the dark-green orc chieftain.

Zero had already executed it the exact moment Lyra’s impact reached its peak.

The creature’s eyes were wide with shock and terror; it couldn’t comprehend how or why it had died so abruptly.

None of the other monsters were even able to witness its pathetic demise, as they were far too busy dying themselves.

All the lower orcs don’t even know that the leader, the chieftain already died...it’s body already slumped in the dirt with it’s green blood pooling the ground.

’Good... perfect.’ Like a father proud of his daughters, Quinn nodded in approval repeatedly.

Then, he turned his gaze away, his expression twisting into that of a complete demon.

"Hehe... they certainly sent a welcoming party." Quinn vanished.

The sole reason he hadn’t moved an inch until now was because he had already detected a group of humans approaching rapidly from not far away.

They would surely arrive within minutes, so Quinn had simply bided his time... enjoying his MILFS in action.

The performance of his four Handful MILFS are excellent...best among the best.

Now, it was time to offer his goodwill. A pacifist man ought to act the part.

’I will be stepping away for a moment. Finish them off and clean up the mess... also, release those captives,’ Quinn commanded the three telepathically.

They didn’t even dream of questioning his order; they could feel his dark amusement just from his thoughts alone.

They could only hope to finish their current task quickly enough to catch whatever was about to happen.

"Blink."

His figure dissolved, reappearing a hundred meters from where he had just stood in the literal blink of an eye.

...

"Hehe, so the intelligence really is reliable. Listen to the sound of fighting just ahead," a man with an ugly, rat-like face remarked, his prominent teeth protruding awkwardly.

The Silverglade family might possess a fancy name, but its members were hideous. They lacked any semblance of good looks, a trait that seemingly stretched back to the beginning of their lineage.

"That bastard is surely a lucky swine... I questioned some people back at the village, and they claimed he travels with four women of exceptional beauty!" He nudged his crotch as his member began to stiffen.

Just imagining indulging himself with those captives sent his blood boiling, having a good time with a fine man is rare in the Silverglade...so human trafficking happened, those other family vassals are hopeless to the clutches of those in power.

"Huhu... young lads these days," an old man spoke up, thoroughly amused by the warrior’s banter.

He might be advanced in years, but he wasn’t so senile that he would let them claim the first taste.

"Forgive me... Elder, hehe. You can certainly have the honor of the first turn—" The man never finished his sentence, as his head suddenly detonated like a ripe watermelon.

BOOOMMM!!!!

The sound of the detonation even lagged for a fraction of a second because the strike was so blindingly fast; reacting was something none of them could muster.

"WHAT?!!! STAY IN POSITION!!!" The old man’s half-closed eyes bulged out in sheer panic, having completely failed to register the strike.

The subordinate standing barely five meters away from him had just died instantly without his knowledge. He had been entirely confident in his detection capabilities as a Grandmaster, yet he hadn’t sensed even the slightest fluctuation in the ambient air.

"Hmm... what were you guys gossiping about? I didn’t quite catch it." Quinn inserted his pinky finger into his ear, twisting it to clear out some imaginary blockage as if he couldn’t hear properly, while keeping his other hand buried deep in his pocket.

There wasn’t a single visible drop of blood or flesh on him; his clothes were pristine, free of sweat or even a speck of gore.

The nine remaining Masters stared at him with utter horror, and the old man wasn’t faring any better.

Just moments ago, they were having a casual chat about having fun with those women, but then...sudden annihilation.

As for their grueling conversation, utilizing their status and authority to commit such atrocities was standard norm for them, making this nothing more than a routine locker room chat...

Too bad...it will end today.