The chaos in Mentis continued. Zich took the lead in slaughtering the elves, and from behind, armored soldiers followed. The soldiers randomly poured into nearby houses, but there was nothing in those houses except some flesh and bones.

<<Boss! There’s nothing inside the house!>> one of the soldiers said to Zich, making him scowl.

“How’s that possible! They told me that this area was a sacred place for the elves! How could there not even be a treasure!”

<<But there really is nothing, sir!>>

Slice!

Zich sliced the leg of one of the elves coming towards him. The elf collapsed with a loud scream.

“Tch! Maybe I really do have to clear out a place that looks like it has something.” Zich stared at a large structure in the middle of an island. It was made of a pile of white rocks and looked like a storybook castle that kings lived in.

Zich kicked the screaming elves by his ankles and pushed them aside with his feet. Then, he carelessly deflected the arrows flying his way and pointed at the castle in the middle of the island with Windur.

“Attack that castle! Everyone searching this house, get out!” Zich commanded and took the lead again while slicing some elves.

However, even if Zich took the lead by slicing...