God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World!

Chapter 520: Attacking the Black star Clan [3]

The moment those words fell, the first line of Black Star members moved.

Some rushed in with blades. Others threw hidden weapons from the rear. A few tried to circle around and attack from the sides, hoping numbers would cover the difference in strength.

Gabriel’s figure blurred, and the first three men in front of him lost their heads before they even saw his arms move. Blood sprayed across the broken entrance and painted the stone red in long lines.

A second slash followed, too fast for anyone to track despite their trained eyes.

Shing.

The arc tore through five more at once. Bodies split, weapons shattered, and the men behind them stumbled back, their expressions changing instantly.

Gabriel used no skills. No mana wave came from him. No aura burst out. He simply moved with brute force and terrifying speed, and that made the scene worse for those watching.

One Black Star member near the rear gasped and pointed with a shaking hand.

”He’s not using mana. What kind of monster fights like this with only raw strength?”

Another swallowed hard. ”That’s impossible. No one can move this fast without skill support.”

Gabriel heard them and did not care. His strength stat exceeded five hundred. Against these men, that level of physical force was enough to decide everything. Their levels, their training, their assassin methods, all of it meant nothing in front of an overwhelming gap like this.

In a way, he was a bully. A big bully at that.

Without hesitation, he cut into the next group. A man raised two daggers and tried to block. Gabriel’s sword struck once and cut through both weapons, the arms holding them, and the chest behind them in one clean move.

Another jumped down from above. Gabriel tilted his shoulder and rammed into him without even using a weapon. The man’s ribs collapsed instantly, and his body flew backward into the wall with a loud crack.

The corridor shook harder. More Black Star members poured out from the lower passageways. Their headbands flashed in the red light as they rushed toward the broken entrance, only to slow when they saw what was happening above.

The ground was already covered in blood and bodies.

A man in the middle rank of the clan stopped short and hissed, ”We can’t keep up with this. I signed up to kill people, not fight a demon.”

”He’s laughing,” another man pointed out weakly. ”Why is he laughing?”

Gabriel’s shoulders moved once, and a low laugh escaped him.

It was not loud, but it carried through the ruined entrance and made several faces pale. His battle nature had started to rise, and the more they threw at him, the more alive he felt.

”You want to stall me?” Gabriel said, a cold smile forming under the mask. ”I’ll bring the fight to all of you.”

Bang!

He shot forward, deeper into the base. The walls trembled as the clash spread inward. Stone dust fell from above, lamps shook on their brackets, and every time his blades moved, someone died. The base had been built to hide killers, not to withstand a monster like this tearing through the first layers by hand.

One assassin tried to escape down a side hall.

Gabriel swung one sword casually.

Fwish!

An arc of force shot out, cutting through the passage. Three men were cut apart together, and the fourth lost both legs before falling face first into the blood.

A woman near the rear stared at the scene with wide eyes, her legs trembling. She could barely stand.

”He’s one person,” she muttered. ”How are we getting crushed like this?”

Further down the passage, beyond the upper chaos and beneath the trembling ceiling, a calmer section of the base remained untouched. Black Star members stood there around one man, all of them looking tense.

This was Johnny.

Second in command of the entire Black Star.

He stood with both hands behind his back, his posture straight and his face calm despite the noise spreading through the base. His eyes were narrow, and he listened to the distant sounds of dying men without rushing to meet them.

One of the assassins before him bowed quickly and spoke with urgency.

”Vice Leader, you need to go now. If you don’t step in, the losses will get worse.”

Another added, ”He’s cutting everyone down. We can’t stop him.”

”White Phantom will come to me,” Johnny said calmly. ”If he has this much confidence, let him walk into the deeper hall himself.”

The men around him exchanged uneasy looks.

None of them liked that answer, but none dared argue further.

A few moments later, the blood-soaked figure they feared most reached the passage.

Gabriel stepped over a body and entered Johnny’s hall without hurry. Blood dripped from the edges of his twin blades, and the pressure around him alone made the remaining Black Star members retreat to the walls.

Step. Step.

His footsteps echoed across the ground.

Seeing the white-masked figure, Johnny finally moved.

He raised one hand and brought out a weapon so thin that it barely looked real. It was narrower than a normal blade and almost needle-like at the tip.

Gabriel looked at it once, genuinely confused.

”That is your weapon?”

Johnny’s face remained calm as he replied,

”It only needs one opening. That’s all I need to kill you.”

It was the first time Gabriel had encountered someone like this in both lives. He was slightly intrigued by what the man could do with such a thin blade, but this was not the time to entertain curiosity.

At that moment, Johnny dashed forward.

The thin blade flickered like a line of light, aiming for Gabriel’s throat. It was fast. Faster than the others by far. The move was clean, controlled, and clearly meant to kill with a single strike.

But in Gabriel’s eyes, it was still too slow.

...very slow.

He stepped in instead of away.

Johnny’s pupils shrank mid-dash.

Gabriel’s arm moved, and a clean line cut through the air. Johnny froze mid-motion. His weapon stopped just short of Gabriel’s neck, and a thin red mark appeared across Johnny’s own throat.

For one second, no one spoke.

Blood burst out.

Pshh!

Johnny’s head slipped from his neck and dropped to the floor. His body remained standing for half a second before collapsing after it.

Gabriel lowered his sword and shifted his gaze to the others in the hall.

The assassins behind Johnny went stiff. One dropped his weapon. Another stumbled backward and hit the wall.

”That was Vice Leader Johnny,” someone said in disbelief. ”He died in one move.”

”We’re done,” a third man’s face drained of color. ”We are completely done.”

These were trained killers. Men and women who had lived off fear for years. Yet at this moment, every one of them looked like prey standing before something they could not understand, much less fight.