Frank reared his chin and bellowed, “Die!”
It was only then that Sif noticed that Frank’s eyes had gone blood red.
At the same time, the death aura around him was so condensed it could well be solid, and it swirled rapidly like an unfurling gale.
“Come and get it!” he bellowed as he met the charging Lionheart bodyguards without flinching, even charging at them in turn and shattering a machete swung at his face.
As the Lionheart bodyguard looked on in shock, Frank punched his face, rupturing it like a watermelon.
“What?!”
The other Lionheart bodyguards felt pangs of terror within them, as they could see that the machete could not even pierce Frank’s skin.
They were Birthright rank, but their sword techniques required weapons to truly shine.
And the man with blood red eyes who stood before them was immune to said weapons!
What rank was he?! Peak Ascendant?!
“Hyah―!”
With a raging cry, Frank caught the sword another Lionheart bodyguard swung at him, snapping the blade and shoving the fragment into the man’s eye.
“Argh!!!” the Lionheart bodyguard screamed, clutching his face as he rolled around on the floor.
“Come on, hit me, or I’m going to hit you instead!” Frank bellowed with a hint of sadism.
He then pointed at another Lionheart bodyguard, shattering his heart into a dozen pieces.
The man suddenly went limp even as his jaw dropped in shock and died in utter confusion. “What technique was that?!”
“Let’s go together! Don’t give him any openings!”
The other Lionheart bodyguards finally realized that things were dire, as Frank was far stronger than they expected. They charged at him all at once, but Frank stood his ground once more.
With a raging cry, he unleashed the Death Eater and the Five-Peat Archaeus at the same time.
He could well be the reaper himself, sending shockwaves with every punch and leaving the entire building shaking.
In fact, all of South Morhen was left rumbling!
“Roar!”
As if unleashing his beastly side, Frank caught the neck of yet another Lionheart bodyguard and tore it from his shoulders. Then, holding up the corpse with one hand, he slammed it into the head of another Lionheart bodyguard.
Within moments, the entire basement floor was a bloody scene of slaughter.
Guests screamed as they scampered across every direction, but Frank continued his massacre without mercy.
Wherever he passed, death ensued-be it Lionheart bodyguards or guests who could not make it in time. “H-Help…”
The masked guests who were losing themselves in debauchery moments ago were all left petrified, even as they watched Frank strode toward them, covered in blood.
Some were even stammering nonsense about begging the reaper for mercy.
Still, Sif was inevitably the most terrified person in the room.
She panicked when she saw Frank cut down her bodyguards like they were straws effortlessly, and started to look around for a way out.
However, Frank was already in front
of her, while her bodyguards were all on the floor, killed in every manner gruesome and none of them in one piece.
As Frank stood before her, silent, Sif started to shriek, “F-Frank Lawrence! How dare you kill my bodyguards… mutilate their bodies… You’re dead… You’re a dead man, you hear?!”
