The Witch Hunter System

"Martial Brothers, the destined overlord has appeared!" Berucha loudly announced with excitement and confidence, strongly believing in his statement.

"In the past, I have never thought the destined overlord would be someone I would strongly respect and admire from the bottom of my heart."

"After all, no matter who the destined overlord was, I believed that person wouldn't have anything to do with the martial way; I believed such a person would have been a spatial-attribute Transcendent Witch – someone blessed with strong magical powers from birth."

"However, I thought wrong, and I'm glad I did. Not only is the destined overlord a person of the martial way, but he is even the first person in history to climb to the very top of the Black Mountain!"

"If someone like that doesn't deserve your loyalty and worship, then I don't know who would ever will! However, I will tell you what, Martial Brothers – Sir Pendragon has earned by complete admiration and loyalty, and I am willing to follow him as he unites the continent!"

"Who else wants to join me in following Sir Pendragon?!" Berucha hollered at the crowd of martial warriors.

Ba-dump!

The blood of all martial warriors boiled as they listened to Berucha's speech. There wasn't a single warrior among them that would deny Sir Pendragon's achievements.

After all, they had all witnessed his glory in reaching the top of the Black Mountain. Even when his skin cracked, bones splintered, and organs ruptured, Sir Pendragon pushed on with sheer will and endured the Black Mountain's colossal pressure.

Such force of will from one who had reached the top and pursued the martial way truly deserved their utmost respect.

"This Old Man may be old, but he is not blind. I have never seen such a young man with such awe-inspiring talents and determination," an elderly Transcendent-rank Body Refiner descended the Black Mountain and sighed in admiration.

"Sir Pendragon is a role model for all warriors and deserves every bit of this Old Man's respect and loyalty. Truly worthy of the one who shoulders the great destiny of uniting Pangea!"

"Naturally, this Old Man is willing to follow Sir Pendragon on his conquest! However, who the hell are you to Sir Pendragon, Young Lad? Why should we follow your lead?" the elderly Transcendent-rank Body Refiner asked.

"Who am I to Sir Pendragon?" Berucha smiled and patted his chest, feeling a wave of honor and pride overwhelm him before stating, "I am Sir Pendragon's first follower! I had the honor of being his guide, then follower, even before he revealed his martial talent!"

Following such a declaration, Berucha immediately received countless gazes of awe and envy, just as he had hoped.

However, it only lasted a moment before they started cursing his dog-shit luck for receiving such an opportunity despite his trash martial talents.

Nevertheless, thanks to Berucha's incitement, the full force of martial warriors in the Black Mountain expressed their desire to follow Vaan and serve him.

"Let us move, brothers! Even if we can't help much, we must at least witness Sir Pendragon's glory! We, the proud warriors of the Great Ratholos Empire, acknowledge his right to rule the continent!" Berucha shouted excitement, completely absorbed in his role of convincing and leading Vaan's martial followers.

"Yeah—!!!" the martial warriors roared.

…

Meanwhile, in a seemingly abandoned slum district, Vaan blinked into view with Lucien in his grasp. He hurled the Royal Vampire into the ground with savage force, followed by a powerful drop.

Boom!

Vaan descended right on Lucien with a powerful stomp, crushing the latter beneath his feet. Lucien's head and the ground underneath him instantly gave way under the strong impact.

The ground shattered into a small crater while Lucien's head splattered, scattering blood and brain matter everywhere.

Any normal person should have been instantly killed under such a state.

However, a Peak Demigod-rank Royal Vampire like Lucien was especially tenacious, like a cockroach.

Lucien's whole body melted into a pool of blood before it gathered all the scattered blood and brain matter. A few moments later, Lucien completely reformed his body in its perfect state.

However, Lucien stared at Vaan from a distance with shock, disbelief, confusion, and a hint of fear. It was like he was still savoring the taste of dying and coming back to life.

Lucien had seen Vaan's stomp coming. But for some reason, his body's magical defense was completely ineffective in stopping the physical stomp.

There was so much mana in his blood that his vampiric body was naturally reinforced by magic. Logically, a Peak Demigod-

level magic defense shouldn't have been shattered by an Early Demigod-level physical attack.

And yet, it did so as easily as squishing tofu!

"This doesn't make any sense! What the hell did you use in your attack, Human?! I demand an answer!" Lucien roared.

However, Vaan couldn't be bothered providing an answer; he simply responded with further violence, blinking behind Lucien with another spatial shift before raising one of his hands…

Poof!

Lucien's head splattered again with a single smack. His headless body plopped to the ground lifelessly.

Shortly after, Lucien's body turned into another pool of blood, then reformed itself once more. The fear in Lucien's eyes became even more evident.

This time, Lucien had tried further fortification magic to his head, but it still popped like a fragile watermelon.

"Weren't you going to teach me a lesson? Didn't you look down on my brute strength? Well, I'm using that exact brute strength to beat you!" Vaan stated.

In the blink of an eye, Vaan's figure disappeared into the void again. Lucien's expression instantly changed as he moved to dodge, knowing another attack was coming.

Unfortunately, no matter how Lucien evaded, he couldn't escape the fate of getting his head splattered by Vaan's seemingly almighty hand.

Plopped!

Lucien's headless body dropped to the ground, then reformed from a pool of blood a third time. Signs of exhaustion appeared on Lucien's face as restoring his head consumed a lot of energy. His movements also became sluggish.

Poof!

Lucien's head exploded again. After the fourth time came a fifth, sixth, and even seventh time.

"You savage simpleton! Do you not know how to use any other attack?!" Lucien cried with anguish and fear.

"If the same attack is working over and over again, why would I need to use something else?" Vaan casually replied before smiling coldly, "It seems you are at your limit."

Lucien's expression quickly turned ghastly pale. He wasn't sure he had enough blood energy to revive an eighth time.

Suddenly, he sensed Fergus and the other sixty-four members of the Night Parade flying over from a distance. Joy immediately flooded his heart.

"Lord Fergus, save me!"

"Stop!!!"

Fergus was shocked to see Lucien plead with utter despair and desperation. He immediately bellowed for Vaan to stop the moment he saw his attack.

Unfortunately, why should Vaan listen?

Splatter!

Lucien's head flew with a smack. After his headless body dropped to the ground, it did not stand up again.

"How dare you!" Fergus roared furiously.

He was a Divine Being with unparalleled authority and power. And yet, a mere mortal actually dared to defy his command and killed his kin in front of him so openly!

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