led the air with various scroll spells, screams, and chaos. Brutols' flame shield effortlessly blocked these attacks, turning the corridor into a fiery crucible. With his longsword, he cut down multiple guards, who fell like chickens to the slaughter. Regrettably, he had no time to loot their coins. Realizing he needed a more conservative approach, he chose to rely on close combat to save his fire abilities.

The tower’s guards, despite their skills, fell easily before Brutols' unpredictable tactics. They had never encountered a magician capable of so many instant-cast spells. Most magicians required incantations; only a few powerful ones could contact the magic gods for special instant spells. This rarity made Brutols' fire abilities all the more astonishing.

"Damn, this one's tough. Maybe we should retreat and let those damned magicians deal with him. After all, we're just ordinary folk..." a guard muttered, overwhelmed by fear, likening Brutols to an orc invasion.

“Don’t panic,” urged their apparent leader, “he’s using magic scrolls for those instant spells. We’ll tire him out once his scrolls are depleted.” Unfortunately, his assessment was utterly mistaken. Brutols paid no mind, swiftly decapitating several guards. Their helmets clattered to the ground, a sound he found oddly satisfying, given their despicable nature.

Brutols no longer wished to leave the tower. He aimed to cleanse it entirely, redistributing the wealth and resources to the poor. In nations with slavery, many surely suffered under oppressive masters. Brutols saw himself as their savior.

"Seems we need to deploy that..." a voice from a crystal ball observed, seeing Brutols' rampage. Magicians watched, reluctant to risk their lives, relying on foolish guards to maintain control. However, Brutols quickly dispatched the mercenaries and confronted the magicians.

The magicians had a beast — a strong, machine-like creature with two long horns, a devil from hell. 

“Hehe, frightened? This is our Hell Demon, far stronger than ordinary demons,” a sinister magician jeered. Brutols shrugged; to him, the demon looked like a harmless sheep. The demon posed a risk, as its deployment cost significant magic power, and it might turn on its summoners. 

Brutols cared little for their risks. He planned to eliminate them, redistribute their wealth, and perhaps enjoy a drink. Despite their attacks with powerful, costly scrolls, Brutols' flame shield deflected all powerful spells, shocking the magicians.

“Heh, so this is all you magicians can muster,” Brutols taunted. Creating an enormous fireball, far superior to their fireball spells, he unleashed it upon them. The fireball split mid-flight, bombarding the magicians like cluster bombs. Under its cover, Brutols swiftly closed in, dagger slashin

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