This King Had An Omnishop
Chapter 30 - 29 Escape 2

Chapter 30: Chapter 29 Escape 2

The moment the first arrow was fired, another swiftly followed, both shots executed in flawless succession. The second arrow trailed just four inches behind the first, creating a deadly, synchronized attack.

This time, the arrows made no sound, as it slice through the air silently. The tips seemed to ignore wind resistance, maintaining their full velocity as they shot toward their targets.

Their speed was far greater than the previous shots, and with the Trolls’ massive size and slow movement, they were easy targets.

Both arrows struck their foreheads, piercing through their thick skulls, though they did not reach their brains.

The impact, however, was enough to halt their advance. Their heads snapped backward, forced by the sheer force of the attack.

There were no growls of pain, no cries of rage, only the sound of their heavy bodies jolting back from the powerful strike.

Yet, despite the blow, the Trolls steadied themselves and prepared to continue their march forward.

"Fenrir’s Doomfang!" Thorne bellowed, his eyes gleaming like those of a predator.

A yellowish energy surged through his veins, traveling to his arms as the ground beneath him cracked under the pressure.

With an explosive burst, he dashed forward, the sheer force of his movement shattering the ground where he once stood.

The first Troll, seeing the beastman’s speed suddenly triple, instinctively raised its club in an attempt to shield itself which was succesful.

But Thorne did not falter. Face-to-face with the towering creature, his momentum was unbroken, his eyes sparked with intensity as he threw a devastating punch toward the massive club blocking his way.

As Thorne’s fist collided with the massive wooden club, the primal energy surging through him shattered it like a twig.

The Troll’s eyes widened in shock, the beastman’s small fist hadn’t stopped at just destroying the weapon. It was still hurtling straight toward its face.

Panicking, the Troll tried to retreat, but before it could move, a powerful force locked it in place. Thorne had stomped on its right foot, driving it one foot deep into the ground.

With the beast immobilized, Thorne sprang upward, delivering a brutal uppercut.

A massive shockwave erupted from the impact. The force shattered the Troll’s teeth, sending blood spewing from its mouth, nose, and ears.

The sheer power of the blow lifted the Troll off the ground, its body completely defenseless.

"Seken!" Thorne roared as his hand flared with golden energy, growing even brighter before he drove a powerful punch straight into its stomach.

Thorne’s fist sank deep into the Troll’s stomach, his eyes turning bloodshot with sheer intensity. Without hesitation, he unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, each carrying the same devastating force.

The rapid, earth-shaking blows launched the Troll into the air, its massive body hurtling backward at an incredible speed. The impact was so immense that even the towering trees couldn’t stop its momentum.

One after another, the trees splintered and collapsed, unable to withstand the force. It wasn’t until the fifth tree that the Troll’s broken body finally came to a stop.

Its once glowing red eyes faded into lifeless darkness—its vitality completely extinguished.

But Thorne did not stop. As the final Troll swung its massive club, determined to fight back, Thorne dashed forward without hesitation.

With just a simple motion, he extended his hand and caught the club mid-swing.

Then, with his other hand, he delivered a crushing punch to the weapon, shattering it into countless pieces.

The Troll, seeing its weapon reduced to dust, roared in fury, its rage boiling over as it glared at Thorne.

But Thorne only sneered, gripping both of the Troll’s massive wrists before twisting them violently. The creature let out a low, guttural growl, its body writhing in pain from the brutal hold.

"Finish it!" Thorne bellowed, feeling his mana reserves nearly depleted.

Perched atop the tree, the beastwoman steadied her bow, carefully aiming at the struggling Troll.

One of her eyes closed, her breath steady when suddenly, a white owl materialized near her chest.

The ethereal creature let out a faint screech, its ghostly form settling atop her hair before slowly dissolving into her body.

In that instant, she vanished into the shadows.

But if one looked closely, she was still there, perfectly concealed in her perch.

From within the darkness, she loosed a single arrow, its tip shrouded in spectral energy.

"Phantom Mark," she whispered between her lips as the arrow shot forward, its speed so fast it nearly blurred in the air.

In midair, the arrow blinked in and out of existence, phasing unpredictably every second as it sped toward its target.

With deadly precision, it struck the Troll right in the chest, aiming directly for its heart.

The arrow pierced through the Troll’s stone-like skin, its momentum carrying it all the way through until it burst out from the creature’s back, finally embedding itself deep into a nearby tree.

The Troll, now with a gaping hole in its heart, let out a despairing growl before its massive body collapsed lifelessly.

Thorne exhaled sharply and let go, stepping back only to feel his legs buckle under the weight of exhaustion.

Just as he was about to fall, another beastman rushed forward, supporting him.

Thorne glared at the one who caught him before growling, "Aren’t you supposed to be recuperating? Hurry up and rest first! Your injuries are even worse than mine!" he reprimanded.

The beastman simply responded, "Do not worry, for I am fine. I have already had plenty of rest, and my injuries have healed already. Besides, my life is insignificant; while your life is more important since you are destined to become the tribe leader in the future."

Hearing these words and seeing the determined look in his uncle’s eyes, the beastman who was his father’s best friend.

Thorne knew that no amount of persuasion would make him stop and tend to himself.

But right now, Thorne had nothing left. His body refused to move, drained of both stamina and mana. He needed to rest.

Glancing at his uncle one last time, he opened his lips and spoke in a faint but audible voice.

"Uncle, I’ll leave the rest to you." As soon as those words left his mouth, his vision darkened, and he passed out.

The beastman held him steady in order to not fall before nodding firmly.

"You have my word, young chief," he replied before carefully passing Thorne to the other beastmen, ensuring he was in safe hands.

Then, standing tall, he turned his gaze toward the battlefield, ready to lead in Thorne’s place.

The archer perched in the trees watched closely, her tense expression was ease when she saw that her brother was safe, clearly he was just unconscious due to exhaustion.

She let out a small sigh of relief before shifting her gaze to scan the surroundings.

As she turned to look behind her, another beastman clad in black clothing appeared beside her. The beastman who appeared hurriedly relayed the urgent news.

Her eyes gleamed with a sharp glint as endless anger clouded her face.

"Uncle Reiner, more Trolls are approaching from the back. They’ll be here in just a minute. We need to leave now" Her voice was loud, carrying a sense of urgency.

Reiner the beastman who was also called uncle by the both of them, nodded at her words and immediately began issuing orders.

"Increase speed! We’re leaving now!" he commanded, ensuring the wounded and exhausted were swiftly evacuated.

Meanwhile, she turned to the scout who had delivered the news. "Support the others," she instructed before dashing off towards the opposite way.

The beastman in black clothing didn’t try to stop her. He knew her strength and trusted that she could handle herself.

After leaping from tree to tree for several minutes, she finally found a hiding spot far from the enemy. Her eyes gleamed with malice, but she did not act immediately.

There were too many of them, about twenty Trolls were present. And this time, they had a leader, making her even more cautious.

She reached for her bow, but after careful contemplation, she decided on not using it. Silently, she left the area, vanishing as if she had never been there.

The Troll leader, wielding a massive axe, stood apart from the others. Unlike his kin, he wore an armor and was significantly larger and more muscular.

His gaze swept toward the spot where the beastwoman had been moments ago. His eyes remained emotionless as he said nothing.

Deciding that whatever he had sensed earlier just now must have been just an illusion, he then commanded his troops to continue forward.

...

Back in the familiar forest, Alexander looked up at the towering beast and could not help but feel a slight tinge of fear.

Since this looked completely different from the one he was about to fight, the spider, with its hundreds of eyes, stared at him simultaneously.

It came here after smelling the scent of blood, and upon seeing that a human had caused this, it was delighted since food had presented itself.

But the large spider did not rush in suddenly; it eyed him, wondering why it felt a strong pressure when facing this human.

The pressure was so overwhelming that it considered fleeing from his mere presence.

However, it did not do so. As a strong beast capable of surviving here, it decided to test the human’s combat skills first to confirm its theory.

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