Reverse Apocalypse: The Devil's Revenge

What unveiled itself in front of Liam when he arrived on the rooftop were more than a hundred Meheks. There were a few Ordinary Meheks but most of them were either Agile Meheks or Heavy Meheks.

They had a precise attack pattern that allowed them to instill fear into their opponents and to make use of that fear in a long hunting process, feeding on their fear and toying with them until their prey grew exhausted.

Usually, Meheks would inflict a few wounds on their opponents before pushing them into the corner. The more desperate their prey became the easier it was to hunt them. Emotions such as fear and desperation would inevitably lead to mistakes, and that was exactly what the Meheks exploited to the fullest.

They would slowly bleed out their opponent, drain it of its vigor and fighting spirit until the perfect opportunity for a final blow unveiled itself in front of them. Liam had already figured that such an opportunity had appeared when they had attacked the woman, pushing her from the rooftop in a suicidal manner.

The same tactic was applied to a few more injured men and women who were attacked by Ordinary Meheks that dug their claws into the humans' flesh to hook themselves onto their prey before mercilessly dragging them down to the ground alongwith themselves.

The Meheks wouldn't die from a fall of ten meters since they were said to have similar traits to cats when it came to falling from great heights.

But witnessing the suicidal tactics of the Meheks was not the most surprising to Liam. He found it more interesting to see that more than two dozen people were in possession of weapons which they wielded rather clumsily.

'Quick actions when it comes to assessing the situation but no real combat experience with weapons…that's better than expected!' Liam thought while recalling that the students behind him would have been dead if not for him helping them out. Olivia and the others had grown tough skin and may be quite useful by now but the people that were fending for themselves for almost a day and still alive, without having received any help at that, were even more intriguing to him.

The two dozen combatants were doing their utmost to protect the people behind them, which was also something Liam regarded highly. If he was in their position, the deadweight would have been abandoned a long time ago.

Fortunately, he was not in their situation, which meant that he could give them a helping hand and further reinsure that the gymnasium would gain more useful combatants to protect everyone.

Liam's hands reached for the Casket of Trickery and he retrieved a handful of Black Tarthear Needles at once while not taking his eyes off the situation even for a second.

Not many had noticed that Liam had arrived on the rooftop. Those who were still able to fight were desperately trying to stall more time and to turn the tides of the battle, even if they had no idea how to do so.

Meanwhile, the other people were shivering in fright, tending to their wounds and trying to figure out how to escape their tricky situation. None of them dared utter a sound as they did not want the monsters to be attracted by the noises and lunge at them. Meheks seemed to have an acute sense of hearing and would violently pounce in the direction of the noises around them, which was also the cause of death for most humans on the second floor. They screamed too much, disturbing the rhythm of the hunting process of the Meheks that began scattering in search of prey all over the floor.

Liam took note of all of this, but it was not as if he was too bothered when it came to fighting a hundred Meheks. He knew that Olivia, Rex and Kian had already arrived behind him, shortly followed by the remaining dozen students, and he forced them to join the battle against the Meheks by charging ahead.

He triggered his Soultrait while his feet splashed in the water that had accumulated on the flat surface of the rooftop before throwing the black needles toward his opponents.

His storage for Arcane Power was large even though his status labeled his Arcane Power merely as [E]. That was closely related to his heritage and it was something Liam didn't hesitate to abuse.

He retrieved several more Black Tarthear Needles in the blink of an eye and threw them at the Meheks that had yet to turn their heads toward him. The Agile Meheks were the fastest to react. They turned in his direction and charged at him without a trace of hesitation. Liam expected this but he didn't stop his advance in the slightest.

On the contrary, he pushed forward and accelerated further while circulating more Arcane Power through his arms. The speed with which he moved his arms accelerated and it was possible for him to release a third batch of Black Tarthear Needles before he was forced to face the Agile Meheks head-on.

More than a dozen notifications had already popped up in the corner of his eyes but he ignored them skilfully as his hands reshaped themselves into claws. He twisted his body the moment his Devil's Eyes perceived a subtle change in the trajectory of the closest Agile Mehek and pierced out with his claw while evading the attack of the monster that was much faster than him.

[Agile Mehek has been slayed.]

[+0.22 Arcanium]

Liam analyzed the movement pattern of the Agile Meheks that followed up with more attacks and he evaded them smoothly with his flexible body and an accurate prediction of his opponents' movements. His eyes that looked like sealed galaxies seemed to know everything, yet the Agile Meheks didn't seem to realize that.

Their wild instincts didn't blare a warning signal at them despite facing the terrific monster whose claws pierced through their brethren's hearts and throats, shredding their bodies like a piece of fabric. Thus, Liam left behind a trail of blood and corpses as he closed in on his opponents. He continued attacking relentlessly and it was only a matter of minutes before he ended up in the midst of the Meheks, attacked from all directions, causing desperation in the minds of the monsters who had tortured the students in the library for the last 24 hours.

Meanwhile, the flood of notifications in the corner of his eyes kept expanding just like the hope of the desperate men and women seemed to increase exponentially at the arrival of the ferocious warrior, who tore apart his opponents as if they were made of tofu.