The Smiling Death-Chapter 377: Helping Others!

The battlefield roared without pause.

Amidst the chaos, another Rank Three spider suddenly shifted its focus.

Its many eyes locked onto Ethan. And the young man standing beside him.Its abdomen twitched.

Then a thick web shot forward at terrifying speed.

SHHHK!

Ethan’s eyes widened. "Damn—!"

But it was too late. The web wrapped around him instantly, binding his arms and torso.

The young man beside him was caught as well, both of them struggling as the sticky threads tightened like iron chains.

Their movements were completely restricted.

"Move! Get out—!" the young man shouted, trying to tear it apart.

But the more they struggled. The tighter it held. The massive spider screeched.

Then it charged towards them. Its sharp legs pierced the ground as it rushed straight toward them, mandibles opening wide.

Death closing in. Ethan clenched his teeth, trying to free his spear. But he couldn’t move.

Not in time. From a distance.

Amon saw everything.

His expression changed instantly. His eyes sharpened.

Without hesitation. He moved towards them. His body shot forward with explosive speed.

The ground beneath his feet cracked as he pushed off.

Wind tore past him as he closed the distance in a single burst of motion.

The monster was almost upon Ethan.

And then Amon appeared right between them. His left leg stepped forward and bent slightly.

His body lowered into stance to splash the monster. His right hand moved back.

His sword drawn behind him. He was ready to strike at the monster.

Darkness gathered along the blade. It deepened like a black void swallowing light.

At the same time, his shadow surged, wrapping around the sword.

Layer upon layer framed. It sharpened the blade. Strengthening it to the full limits.

A dark trail bled from the edge of the blade.

Amon’s grip tightened. His gaze locked onto the charging monster. His eyes were unwavering and focused.

Everything around him seemed to slow for a moment. The roar of battle faded into the background.

Only the target remained. Then he moved his hands.

[Umbral Veil Sword Art: First Form – Crescent of Dusk]

His body moved.

In one smooth motion he slashed at the incoming monster.

A horizontal arc formed. It was lean black. With devastating power. A massive crescent-shaped wave of darkness burst forth from his blade.

It was pitch black.

Dense.

It tore through the air with a deep, humming force.

The ground beneath it cracked as it passed.

The spider didn’t even have time to react.

The dark arc struck it. And cleaved straight through its body. It split cleanly into two halves.

Black blood exploded outward from its body. But the attack didn’t stop.

The crescent of darkness continued forward, tearing through the air. It struck the monsters behind it.

Slicing through their limbs, ripping apart their bodies, leaving deep, devastating wounds.

Several of them collapsed instantly. Others screamed as they were thrown back.

The arc finally dissipated after carving a path of destruction through the battlefield.

Silence lingered for just a fraction of a second.

Amon stood still, his sword extended to the side. Dark energy still remained on his sword.

Behind him Ethan and the young man froze. Their eyes wide open in surprise.

The web still binding them.

Amon exhaled lightly. Then, without turning around, he spoke calmly,

"Stay focused."

With a slight movement of his hand. His shadowy blade moved and sliced through the web, freeing them both.

The threads fell apart instantly. Ethan staggered slightly as he regained his balance.

His grip tightened on his spear. "...That was close," he muttered.

Amon finally straightened his posture. His gaze lifted forward once more. More monsters were already coming.

His expression remained calm.

But his eyes, burned with intensity and excitement. The battle was far from over.

The battle did not slow down even after that devastating strike.

If anything, it grew even more intense.

Amon stepped forward again, not giving himself even a moment to rest, as another wave of spiders rushed toward him from multiple directions, their sharp legs digging into the ground while their screeches echoed across the battlefield.

He tightened his grip on his sword and moved.

His body blurred as he dashed forward, weaving between the incoming monsters with precise footwork, his blade cutting through one creature’s leg before spinning and driving the edge straight into another’s skull, black blood spraying as both bodies collapsed almost instantly.

But there was no end to it. They didn’t took any pause. More monsters kept coming.

’How are there so many monsters. Where the hell they are coming from?’ Amon thought gravely.

Be it fom the front, fom the sides or from behind. They keep coming.

"Tch!"

Amon clicked his tongue lightly as he kicked a dying spider off his blade, his eyes scanning the battlefield in a single glance.

All thirty-nine members of the group stood in a wide circle around the tower. Forming a defensive perimeter, each of them fighting with everything they had as they cut down the monsters that charged in relentlessly from all sides.

Despite the situation was opposite. It was monsters who were protecting the tower. But currently others had surrounded it.

The formation held. Because the monsters were increasing. Not just in numbers, but in strength.

Amon could see it clearly.

Beyond the immediate battlefield, past the writhing mass of creatures, another wave was approaching.

A dark tide.

They crashed through the black trees of the forest, snapping trunks and tearing branches apart as they surged forward with terrifying aggression, their roars growing louder with each passing second.

Even the air felt heavier, more oppressive. The flying monsters above were no longer just scattered threats.

They had grown in number as well. Now they were more stronger and faster.

Amon’s eyes flickered upward for a moment. Just in time to see a familiar dark blur slicing through the sky.

His axe.

It spun wildly through the air, carving through multiple low-level monsters in its path, severing wings, splitting bodies, and crushing skulls before finally curving back toward him.

Without looking, Amon raised his left hand. The weapon landed perfectly in his grasp.He caught it firmly.

The impact sent a slight tremor through his arm, but he didn’t falter.

Instead, a faint grin appeared on his face. "Still holding together..."

He muttered under his breath.

Then he moved again.

With sword in one hand and axe in the other, he stepped into the next wave, his attacks becoming more aggressive, more fluid, as he cut through one monster after another, his shadow and darkness intertwining with every movement.

A spider lunged at him from the side.

He turned and slammed the axe into its body, crushing its exoskeleton before finishing it with a swift upward slash of his sword.

Another came from behind. His shadow reacted instantly, rising like a blade and piercing through it before it could even reach him.

But even then, the numbers did not decrease. They kept increasing.

Like an endless swarm.

Amon’s breathing grew slightly heavier, a faint tension forming in his muscles, but his eyes remained sharp.

But then something changed. A sudden flash of blue streaked across the battlefield.

It was so fast. That most couldn’t even perceive it.

A blur flash, a strike shot in their direction. In a single instant, multiple monsters froze mid-motion.

Their bodies split apart. Before collapsing to the ground.

Amon’s eyes widened slightly as he turned toward the source. A faint crackle of energy lingered in the air.

And then he saw him. Standing near the tower.

Malphas.

The old demon had arrived. His presence alone felt overwhelming. Gone was the calm, distant observer.

Now he stood on the battlefield itself. In his hand was not a cane. But a thin sword.

Its blade shimmered with intense blue lightning, arcs of energy dancing along its length, illuminating his figure with a sharp, violent glow.

His black horns curved upward, giving him an even more intimidating presence.

His expression was cold. He remained unmoved.

As if the chaos around him meant nothing.

The strongest among them. Had finally stepped in. The battlefield shifted. The pressure changed drastically.

And for the first time since the battle began. The tide showed signs of turning.

’Finally! He came!’ Amon felt relived. The man was alone strong enoughed to killed hundreds of those monsters without any problem.

Even Scarlett who was away from them glanced at Malphas and sighed in relief.

This would make the battle more easier.

"Sir Malphas had joined us!"

"Now we don’t need to worry."

"All we need to do is fight bravely!"

The people around also showed joy and relief.

Amon could understand their feelings.

The demon malphas stand near tower, his blud vertical slit eyes fell on the heavy door of tower.

It was stoll closed. But the multiple runes and magic circles on it were glowing red. The process of opening them was still ongoing.

Then Maphalas turned and looked at the monsters.

Lightning cracked around him violently. Soon his whole body was covered with lightning.

Amon saw it with shocked and admiration.

Just then Malphas vanished from his position. A huge spider web like crack appeared on ground, where he was standing.

’Where did he go?’ Amon couldn’t saw, where did Malphas actually gone.