Martial Online.

Ambrose, dressed as Beowulf, landed gently on the roof of the building.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a purple mist descended to the roof, and from there, an unconscious woman gently floated down to the roof.

She was still sleeping soundly in the safety of her dreams.

Beowulf then crouched beside her and touched her forehead gently, infusing sof his magic into her dreams.

"Tellwhere you live…" He whispered with a dreaming echo.

Without realizing it, the woman began to speak in her sleep, revealing the location of her home.

"17th of Nocturn Avenue…"

Beowulf wrapped her in a gentle blanket of purple mist and made her float above the roof.

Then he made her vanish into the purple mist and immediately followed her into the mist.

As they moved with blitzering speed across the Great City, everything looked blurry and purplish.

After stof searching, they appeared near the window of an empty room with a view of the moon reflecting off the window.

Beowulf gently opened the window and made the woman float towards the bed.

As soon as she was on top of the bed, he made the purple mist disappear, and she gently landed on her bed, her expression turning blissful immediately.

With a wave of his hand, he controlled the blanket remotely and made it cover her body.

She immediately snuggled into the warmth and closed her eyes even deeper, falling into a peaceful sleep.

Beowulf closed the window and started flying towards the docks like a purple shooting star.

There was something left for him to do before returning to the underground town.

…

In front of a warehouse with a red door and green handle, two men were standing on guard with a hidden flintlock pistol dangling from their hip-side holster.

"Yawn…" A man with crooked teeth stretched his arms as he let out a tired yawn. "When will that guy appear? Damn, do we have to wait for the entire night for him?"

"Yeah…" His friend agreed in annoyance and looked at the ship that was waiting on the docks.

The lake was very large, but it was also located in the Great City, so boats and ships were a common sight. It would still take several days to reach the other side of the lake.

It was proof of the insane size of the Great City.

The Great City was all humanity had ever known, as were its protective walls.

It was the wilderness, untouched by man, that lay beyond.

No one was allowed to go beyond the walls, and not many were brave enough to even go.

At that moment, sscreaming cfrom inside the warehouse, but the dock workers that were walking by acted ignorant and continued on their way.

"Quite bold of them to sell out magicians this taround." The man with crooked teeth said with vigilance.

"There's around a hundred of them here, magicians. Aren't they afraid that they will try to escape?

"We don't really have manpower to guard so many of them."

"There is no danger of that happening." His friend said with a confident smile. "Our boss is present here—he is as strong as a thousand magicians. Ever heard of the legendary Sage?"

"The Dark Sage?" The man with crooked teeth asked with a raised eyebrow. "The so-called leader of the Black Hands?"

"Yeah." His friend nodded. "The Dark Sage and our boss have had a hundred-year-long rivalry.

"They have fought each other countless times throughout history, each tresulting in a stalemate.

"You know the Dead Zone near the Southern Wall?"

"Dead Zone was the aftermath of one of their duels." His friend said shockingly.

"What?!" The man with crooked teeth said loudly, not expecting that. "I knew that our boss was powerful, but I didn't know he was that strong!"

"Exactly." His friend laughed. "That's why we've nothing to fear!"

Splat!

At that moment, they both exploded into a cloud of blood and gore, their body parts splattering all over the wall and the red door.

The dock workers who witnessed that felt their bodies freeze in fear, and for sreason, they couldn't speak as if sstrange power was holding them hostage!

And then they all lost the feeling in their bodies, and they fell unconscious to the ground.

Beowulf gently landed in front of the red door with a green handle and blasted it off its hinges with a single magic spell.

An alarm started blasting throughout the warehouse, and as Beowulf entered the warehouse, he saw a shocking sight: hundreds of cages filled with terrified people.

They were all lined up in rows, looking at Beowulf with frightened eyes.

"…" Beowulf looked at them silently and then heard loud footsteps coming from the stairs above.

Armed men and women rushed from the office on top and screamed loudly at the sight of Beowulf.

Beowulf didn't sense any danger from them, but then another person walked behind them, and Beowulf's instincts immediately alerted him to the true threat.

"Aye aye…" The person whispered and saw Beowulf standing near the entrance with his aged eyes. "An intruder. Quite powerful, it seems."

He was wearing a black overcoat with a walking cane in hand and a small-brimmed hat perched atop his head.

The face was wrinkly, and he walked with a hunched back, looking like he was already older than a hundred years old. His long white beard reached his chest, adding to the mystique of his appearance.

As the armed men rushed at Beowulf with their weapons drawn, he waved his hand and made them all disappear with a swift flick of his wrist.

There wasn't a single drop of dust left of them, as if they were erased from existence.

As the caged people saw that, they were frightened of such godly power, but also slightly hopeful as the purple-armored person didn't seem like he intended to harm them.

Instead, he was clearly here because of their kidnappers.

The magicians, trapped in cages, could realize the boundless power of Beowulf, something none of them believed could exist in reality.

However, they were also frightened of the old man's strength, which was why none of them dared to escape, as they didn't want to die, even if they were sold away to somewhere unknown.

"A nice magic spell." The old man said with a smile and slowly approached Beowulf, his walking cane tapping eerily against the floor.

Whenever the caged magicians saw him, they trembled like frightened rabbits and looked away in fear.

"Powerful, decisive, and ruthless." The old man chuckled. "No wonder you're this powerful. I wonder how many you've killed."

"I have killed plenty." Beowulf said, his voice cold and unfeeling. "So have you."

"My name's Montgomery." The old man said with a chuckle. "May I get your name?"

"Beowulf Madigan." Beowulf replied coldly. "Now that the introductions are done, I am here to kill you."

"Many have tried to kill me; shave even succeeded and managed to stop my heart from beating!"

Montgomery touched his chest, where the heart was located, and formed a fist.

"Yet, my heart always starts beating again!"

"It won't beat if there is no heart left!" Beowulf shouted and clapped his hands together.

After fusing smagic into the clap, the ground dissolved and turned into a large, swirling vortex.

The gravity increased in the room, and Montgomery was forced down to his knees, struggling to stand up with his elderly body.

The vortex, for sreason, wasn't effecting the caged people, who were just looking at the swirling vortex with amazed looks, as they could see the endless magic energy coming from it.

It was almost intoxicating to them, as all of them could feel the magic energy and could feel that it was both beautiful and dangerous.

"N-not bad!" Montgomery laughed through pain and slammed his palm on the swirling vortex.

Swoosh!

At that moment, the swirling vortex suddenly disappeared, and the floor looked like a black void. It wasn't made out of solid material, as if they were standing on a bottomless pit.

And then, two enormous, gigantic black hands reached out of the black void and wrapped their fingers around Beowulf, squeezing all the air out of his lungs.

"Hmph!" Beowulf scoffed and vanished into a purple mist.

The black hands tried to grab the purple mist, but it slipped through their fingers like smoke.

Montgomery narrowed his eyes and tried to sense all the magic energy in the room.

And at that moment, he turned his gaze to the ceiling, where Beowulf appeared from the purple mist.

"Off-Hand!"

Montgomery yelled and did a palm strike to the air, which summoned a gigantic black arm from the void below that shot towards Beowulf with a gigantic palm strike attack.

Beowulf opened his palm and slammed it against the gigantic black arm. It looked like a midget attacking a giant.

However, as soon as his palm struck the black hand, the black arm vanished into purple-winged butterflies that fluttered around the warehouse with beautiful spectacle.

"Woow…" The few children in the cages were mesmerized by the magical spell unfolding before their eyes.