Once outside, Jack saw the Tribal members of each Cold One tribe.
The Frost Tribe, The Star Tribe, The Moon Tribe, and The Berserkers Tribe.
The remaining four after Jack had annihilated the Bloods and Devils.
Jack walked in the direction of the members, causing them to turn around and look in his direction.
The Matriarch and Patriarch were walking behind Jack, their expression completely blank, especially Jonathan's whose enslavement had finally been completed fully.
"You're finally here Jonathan!!" A large man with dark skin and hair reaching up to his knees spoke as he started walking toward Jack, Phione, and Jonathan.
"Who is he?" Jack questioned as he saw the man coming towards them.
"The Berserker Tribe Patriarch sir." Jonathan replied, his tone courteous and polite.
"I see, well then since everyone is here, shall we get started with him first," Jack muttered to himself, and the large Tribal Patriarch finally arrived close to Jack.
Opening his mouth, to say something, anything really.
He found himself unable to.
At that moment, in the eyes of every single Cold One who was waiting for the interaction between the Frost Tribe Patriarch and the Patriarch of the berserkers, they saw a single scene.
The head of the Berserkers Patriarch flew up into the air, completely disconnected from his body.
For a brief moment, nothing happened.
Thump
The head fell onto the floor first and it was soon followed by the rest of the Cold One's body.
Thump
The head rolled a few meters before stopping, its face looking toward the other Tribe members.
The horror on his face could still be seen, the moment when the Berserker Patriarch had learned of his doom, etched into his expression and eyes.
"Aaahh!!" A loud scream was heard, it was a woman who fell down onto her knees as she looked at the detached head.
She was the Matriarch, the wife of the Berserker Patriarch.
Immediately following the loud scream, the atmosphere inside the Tribe immediately changed.
The fighters, clearly distinguished by their blood-red eyes, immediately took the front and made combat stances.
However, they look closer to the stance that a primal predator would hold, someone who completely relied on his instincts.
It was similar to Jack's fighting style before he combined it with his intelligence Special Stat.
Jack didn't move from his spot next to the fallen body as he stared at the enemy.
A single sentence from his caused the entire atmosphere to escalate even further and caused the fighting to finally begin in earnest.
"Kill them all," Jack said nonchalantly, as soon as his words were heard, Jonathan, Phione, Kass, and Saya as well as ten others jumped toward the closest Cold Ones they could find and started attacking with all their strength.
In less than one minute, the entire atmosphere had changed from one where calmness reigned and where no bloodshed existed into a full-blown frontline on the battlefield.
Heads were flying all around him, however it was clear that his team was on the losing end.
The Three Patriarchs had teamed up together to battle against Jonathan, who was the strongest of his current underlings.
"Seems like it's time that I head into battle as well," Jack muttered to himself before disappearing from his location.
This fight would be much harder than the last two.
He was going against four tribes at the same time, and he couldn't use the Justice skill to double his strength.
To say it would be harder than the last two might even be an understatement.
Appearing before his first Target, Jack didn't hesitate for a moment. Causing the woman's head to fly into the air in the very next second.
Turning around, Jack maneuvered around tens of combatants who had noticed his entry and were now attacking him from all around.
No matter how much they tried, however, Jack was like an eel in water. Impossible to be hit by their slow attacks.
Bang Bang Bang
As soon as Jack moved out of the attack from an enemy, he would slither his body around quickly and launch an even more fierce counterattack.
Landing three blows on the head, heart, and solar plexus.
Completely shattering the enemy's skull, and ribs, it was a complete carnage.
Even if Jack was nowhere near close to his full power, it was more than enough.
As soon as one of his companions died, Jack would enslave a new one and make them join the fray on his side.
The longer the battle went on, the lower the enemy quantity however his side of allies, or rather slaves never fell down in number.
In fact, they only got stronger, it wasn't specifically the slaves becoming stronger but rather the psychological effect of fear taking hold of more and more of his enemies.
Facing someone like Jack who was stronger than them in every single way as well as the fact that he seemed to have an unkillable army, was quite the terrifying prospect.
Minutes passed by with Jack killing more and more Cold ones.
He didn't spare anyone.
Not the people who had treated him so well just a few hours ago when he joined them, not the kids who wanted to play with him or anyone for that matter.
He had truly become a killing machine with only one objective in his mind.
Finish the dungeon and head back to his own world.
Finally, after ten minutes of combat, the enemy was gone.
And so were his slaves.
The entire surroundings had become silent, there was only a single intelligent being left in these lands.
Jack Sparrow, the last one as well as the one who had eradicated every other being around him.
[ Ding! ]
[ User has completed the Cold One Dungeon! ]
[ Ding! ]
[ User has completed his first Special Dungeon. ]
[ Aditional rewards will be granted upon return to the User's original World. ]
[ Transporting User! ]
And once more, Darkness enveloped Jack's senses.
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