"Damn it, what in the worl
In the secret realm, Thor had mana
Without Mjolnir's aid, Tho
While divine power still protected his body, his destructive capability had
The aggregated Corpse Mon
This battle was
"Clang~"
A clear, echoing sound, accompanied by a soaring orange light, appeared on the gr
A colossal cleaver spun and fell beside the aggre
"What is that!?"
Thor's voice
Now, his brain began to secrete its juic
The gruesome spine-like back of the huge cleaver connec
The shape of that b
Its awkward curvature, the black and white colorati
Though it shimmered with an orange glow, an unsettling chill emanated from the blade, making the weapon even more terrifying!
The Butcher's Cleaver.
It housed a portion of the vengeful spirit of the demon known as the Butcher. Countless blacksmiths had attempted to contain this weapon, aiming to absorb the scattered resentful spirits of the Butcher after his demise through an identical form.
The Butcher was a demon with a notorious reputation; merely hearing his greedy, hungry growl was enough to send shivers down one's spine.
"Fresh meat! Meat!"
Upon hearing this sound, it was usually accompanied by a long, barbed hook or a massive demon charging forward, cleaver in hand.
In a flash, one would see their own body being dismembered piece by piece in the demon's grasp.
The Butcher of Hell, his patchwork body sustained by vengeful spirits through the power of Azmodan.
This was the Butcher.
He had appeared in people's sights more than once, and had been slain more than once.
And a fragment of his vengeful spirit resided within this monstrous cleaver!
Every "Butcher's Cleaver" forged served to weaken the terrifying demon's power upon resurrection.
Thus, this legendary weapon was not uncommon in the Sanctuary.
However, most people couldn't endure the screams of the Butcher's vengeful spirit and chose to cast it aside.
When the Butcher was still known as the Berserker, he was cleaved apart by Aidan, the Dark Wanderer, with an axe.
That single blow annihilated the Berserker along with the axe in Aidan's hand. Under the power of the Dark Soulstone, the Berserker became a thing of the past, leaving only the resurrected Butcher.
The later Butcher was merely a monster cobbled together by Azmodan, possessing only greed and brutality.
"Enough! I am a god!"
Thor twisted his neck, his vertebrae grinding.
He couldn't quite tell whom this declaration was meant for, but facing the Butcher's Cleaver, Thor felt a flicker of unease.
Compared to other barbarian recruits, he could feel that ominous aura more clearly.
Thor strode over to the cleaver and frankly picked up the weapon.
As he examined it, the brief information about the cleaver became known to him.
It wasn't that Thor particularly valued this weapon; in his eyes, no weapon could ever compare to his Mjolnir.
But the aggregated Corpse Monstrosities rapidly approaching in the distance forced him to pick up this sole weapon.
Killing one aggregated Corpse Monstrosity with his bare hands had already left him feeling weary; now, three more monsters were rushing toward him.
Facing those gigantic beasts, he had no choice.
Bare hands wouldn't make his combat easier, but a weapon could!
Throughout Thor's long life, besides wielding Mjolnir, he was equally adept at using other weapons.
Thor charged forward, raising the cleaver in his hand; a few demons weren't enough to make him retreat.
He casually swung the cleaver a few times, and a black mist flashed across its blade.
"Hmm-hmm~"
The Butcher's Cleaver, when swung, would occasionally emit the Butcher's sickening grunting sounds.
As if examining the meat before it, expertly considering how to dismember it.
Thor raised both hands high, and the cleaver in his grasp, carrying immense power and the sound of the Butcher's vengeful spirit, came crashing down!
His face was slightly darkened; the sound of the Butcher's vengeful spirit made him nauseous.
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"Alright, that's enough talk. What are you going to do now? Still just randomly selecting some worthy individuals and tossing them onto Mount Arreat? When the Seven Great Evils resurrect, those endless hordes of demons won't be something you can stop alone."
Voluskk spoke lazily.
He sat directly on the ground, constantly wiping down his Shattered Stone Hammer.
"Are you suggesting I should accept those annoying individuals and have them train with Qual-Kehk?"
Bul-Kathos took a swig of wine, his rough manner making Raekor frown.
"Voluskk, we shouldn't recklessly interfere in other people's lives, nor should we make choices for them."
Raekor stared at the wine in Bul-Kathos's hand, offering her opinion.
"We wait. I will stand on the front lines, creating opportunities for ordinary people to survive. The Seven Great Evils won't be able to produce powerful demons in a short time. I believe I can make those creatures retreat."
Bul-Kathos carefully placed the bottle on the ground.
It was Raekor's wedding wine; though not his finest work, it was still a rare vintage.
"You always overthink things and bear burdens that weren't meant for you."
Raekor tossed this statement over her shoulder and turned to leave.
Since Bul-Kathos was here, Roshak's training should be returned to him.
Raekor still wanted to gaze at the clear blue sky from the mountain peak. Her wedding day had been overcast, and Raekor felt it was a warning from Death itself.
Now, to see an unclouded sky was something worth savoring.
As Raekor departed, Kanuk, who had been standing in the plaza outside the Elder's Sanctuary, also left with her.
He had to go teach Kaecilius what honesty was again. After these past few days, all of Kaecilius's teeth had been knocked out.
If he didn't quickly become a barbarian, Kaecilius might starve to death because he couldn't chew hard bread.
After all, Kanuk had no interest in helping Kaecilius chew black bread with his gums every time.
Nor would he personally cook for a not-so-likable successor, even if he was known as the best cook among the barbarians.
But Kanuk wouldn't even cook for himself; he only ever prepared food for Raekor.
This concludes the remaining two thousand words from the guaranteed six thousand on the 5th. I am currently working on the six thousand words for the 6th and twenty thousand words for the 7th.
Do not worry, I keep precise track of these commitments, and I remember very clearly if I miss an update on any day…
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