What astonished Scela even more were the other human companions.
He had witnessed Ging's strength before, so seeing him gather golden blades in both hands and carve through the beasts like cutting through vegetables didn't surprise him.
However, the teamwork displayed by Shizuku, Menchi, and Buhara left Scela completely in awe.
Buhara used his massive body like a battering ram, charging through the horde of wild beasts that swarmed around them, scattering their formation with brute force.
This kind of reckless charge was something Scela had seen often among his own kind, but he never imagined a human could replicate it so effectively.
Menchi's twin blades danced in the air under the night sky, threading through the chaos like needles. She moved among the beasts with the grace of a hummingbird.
Under the glow of the campfire, her twin blades shimmered for just a fleeting moment, flashing with a cold, deadly light.
In the next instant, a series of sharp, hissing sounds filled the air, like the release of some gas or liquid under pressure.
But Scela, with his wealth of experience, quickly realized the truth—it was the sound of beasts' flesh being sliced open, their arteries severed, and blood spurting out like fountains!
Menchi sliced through the beasts as effortlessly as if she were working with meat on a cutting board, calm and precise.
Then, in the blink of an eye, a truly horrifying sight unfolded.
Shizuku raised her Conjured Vacuum Blinky, and the blood of the beasts Menchi had cut down began to spray out like rivers breaking through a dam, all rushing toward the vacuum!
Under the light of the campfire, the night sky seemed to fill with streams of blood converging like countless rivers flowing into the ocean, all pouring into the mouth of the vacuum.
The vacuum devoured it all without hesitation, gulping down the blood endlessly, as though it could never be filled.
The beasts, drained of their blood, let out desperate, pitiful cries, trying to retreat. But they were blocked by Ging and Buhara.
Ging, in particular, had completely vanished into the dark forest, his figure obscured.
Only the bursts of golden light and the explosive sounds erupting from the forest revealed his relentless presence!
In no time, the wounded beasts would be completely drained by Shizuku's vacuum, leaving behind nothing but dry, shriveled corpses.
Scela watched his human companions in astonishment—they were not only incredibly strong but also so fearlessly determined. His feelings were a mix of shock and joy.
"I thought I already respected these humans enough," he murmured to himself. "But I still underestimated them! Are all humans this powerful?"
So, why does their tribe want to leave the Dark Continent?
They could clearly establish a strong presence here.
Scela didn't have time to think much. With a sharp hiss, he slammed his large shield into a nearby beast, knocking it to the ground, and then swiftly thrust his spear into its vital spot.
Covered in the beast's blood, he yelled loudly and, along with the other three moose centaur warriors, charged back at the group of beasts!
What should've been a suffocating encirclement was shattered by their teamwork, breaking into segments.
Scela pushed his four hooves hard into the ground, causing his towering, muscular centaur body to leap into the air. In mid-air, he raised his giant shield and crushed the back of one beast's skull!
In an instant, with a splatter of blood and flesh, the gore splashed across Scela's face.
This only fueled his warrior's courage. His hooves landed heavily on the ground, then he took a few steps back, charging forward once more with his spear, sending a "small species" beast flying!
In the blink of an eye on the battlefield, Scela suddenly realized something.
Where's the other person?
Where's Germain?
Why didn't he see him?
The next moment, Scela got his answer.
A burst of dust exploded from the ground, followed by the digging sounds of poof poof poof.
Then, Scela saw the "Night Stalker Species" emerge from the earth!
It actually dug itself out? Scela was somewhat surprised.
The creature twisted its three heads and large pincers, growling, but not many beasts responded to its "summoning."
The entire beast horde had been blocked by humans and the moose centaur warriors. They were even being killed in retaliation.
The beasts themselves couldn't care less about the "Night Stalker Species."
The "Night Stalker Species" suddenly turned and headed deeper into the dark forest, seemingly trying to escape.
Scela immediately galloped after it.
That's right. What made the "Night Stalker Species" so despicable, besides its "summoning," was its "positioning!"
It always lurked in the dark, using various methods to protect itself, maintaining a distance from its prey, while constantly sending out its position to other beasts.
As a result, the prey would be relentlessly chased and attacked by many beasts, unable to escape.
Only when the prey was completely exhausted and unable to fight back would the "Night Stalker Species" appear, reaping the rewards!
Scela thought, I must not let the "Night Stalker Species" escape; otherwise, tonight's troubles will be endless!
However, after chasing it for a while, he began to notice something strange.
The "Night Stalker Species" seemed to move very slowly now, no longer as agile as it had been at the beginning.
The black smoke around the "Night Stalker Species" grew less and less. Its entire outline and shape became blurry, and then it collapsed to the ground.
All three of its heads hung low, their tongues stretching out like a snake's. Its eyes gradually lost focus, and the black mist continued to drift away from it.
Had it fallen?
Scela immediately slowed his four hooves, standing still, watching the "Night Stalker Species" slowly disintegrate into dust.
Had it... died?
It was dead already?
Was the "Night Stalker Core" destroyed?
Scela knew that to defeat the "Night Stalker Species," its core had to be destroyed. The core was the most vital part that kept its body structure stable.
If the core wasn't destroyed, the "Night Stalker Species" would be like the darkness of the night—endlessly regenerating as long as there was no light, no daylight.
But... who had destroyed the "Night Stalker Species'" core?
Scela turned around, looking at the hole where the "Night Stalker Species" had emerged, and there, he saw a figure appear.
The triangular hat, the black hunter cloak—it was definitely Germain.
So, Germain had disappeared earlier to track the "Night Stalker Species" underground and had successfully killed it in the darkness within a short amount of time.
Scela felt his spirits lift.
Without the "Night Stalker Species" to unify them, these beasts were nothing more than a rabble. Another round of assault should be enough to completely destroy them.
However, what happened next amazed him even more.
Germain raised both hands, holding a large sword that seemed to blend into the thick night.
He lifted the sword high, and in the next moment, a bluish light flashed, shooting out in all directions!
Vroom—
It wasn't a blinding light; it was soft, moonlight-like.
Scela and the other Moose Centaurs immediately recognized it.
The bluish, pure moonlight—it was one form of the "Blood Moon," the belief of the Moose Centaurs, their god!
The Moose Centaurs stared as Germain, holding the Sacred Moonlight Sword high, stepped into the dark forest.
Just then, a medium-sized beast happened to collide with Germain. He gripped the Sacred Moonlight Sword in both hands and lightly thrust it forward!
Swish—
A bluish shockwave pierced the beast's body, then emerged from the other side. The sword had effortlessly destroyed the beast!
The dazzling, beautiful blue light spread out like fireflies, sparkling like starlight, drawing the gaze of many and instilling fear in the beasts.
Each time Germain swung his large sword, another beast was cleaved in two with a soft thud.
This scene had lost its gruesome nature and instead felt like a holy ritual, something sacred.
The beasts, like dark demons being banished, let out fearful low growls as they retreated.
If they could, the people would have stopped to watch him—Germain, wielding his Sacred Moonlight Sword, punishing his enemies.
Scela unconsciously raised his arm in the direction of Germain and performed the "Moon Ritual" of their tribe.
The other several centaur warriors, including the one who had just managed to rise and move under Sanbica's care, followed suit.
They revered the warriors and held a deep respect for the moon they saw every night.
And that Sacred Moonlight Sword—it seemed as if the moon itself had descended to the earth.
It was the first time they were so close to their faith, and their hearts could not help but feel stirred.
Bathed in the pure moonlight, the centaur warriors surged forward with even greater courage, their strength almost surpassing that of Ging, Bisky, and Shizuku!
They were like brave knights gathered around Germain, their lord!
This charge from the centaur warriors was swift and powerful, becoming the final blow that crushed the camels!
The encirclement completely shattered!
Before long, the battle was over.
The beasts lay scattered across the ground, their bodies piled up like hills, and the remaining beasts fled, disappearing without a trace.
Germain stood atop the mountain of corpses, his Sacred Moonlight Sword held high.
In the darkness, the great sword truly shone as bright and pure as the moonlight.
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