‘A memory,’ I said as I saw the completely different scene in front of me; I saw thousands of horned humans standing in neat lines, each holding a silver green halberd in their hands.
They have light violet bodies, sharp ears, and two horns on their head; their eyes are also slightly bigger than humans, but overall they still look like humans but are not; they belong to a completely different race.
In front of them is an army of the Grimms in millions; all of the Grimms from the Frost Tigerman tribe. These Grimms are nearly ten meters tall and have frosty blue bodies, which make them look like frost mummies.
The leader of the Grimms is thinner and much smaller than Grimms behind it, just around eight meters tall, but unlike the Grimms behind it, it has four eyes.
The millions of Grimms coming toward the horned race person, who are standing neatly in their places without making the slightest movements. They have only moved when the Grimms have got close enough to them.
All of them got into the position and moved their halberds toward the millions of enemies that were running toward them.
There was barely any fear in their eyes, just cold hard hate as they looked at their coming enemies.
The leader of the Grimms shouted something which I was not able to hear, but it was clear that it had said something akin to an attack as millions of Grimms pounced toward the horned race people, whose leader also shouted something which made them move their halberds in complete synch.
What happened next is something I have never seen before; it opened my eyes to a completely different thing.
The horned being moved their halberds, and huge grey swirls formed in front of them powered the energy of the thousands of horned beings, and as the army of Frost Tigermen crashed through them, violet jagged pieces of glass appeared in the swirls.
It had shredded the Grimms before swallowing them up; the swirls were so powerful that they had left not even a drop of the blood behind.
In an instant, easily a hundred thousand Grimms were shredded into pieces, but there are still a million more, and they pounced at the horned beings with their sharp metallic claws.
There was barely any change in the expressions of the horned beings, they just moved their halberds, and big swirls disappeared, and small swirls appeared on the tip of their halberds through which they began to attack the Grimms.
If such a battle had happened in our world, it would have been a complete massacre of humans. We could handle twice, thrice, and even quadrupled the number of Grimms against us without losing an edge toward them, but the difference increased the more pressure fell on us.
If their number reached ten times, then it would be a simple massacre of us, but here the horned being is handling the number of Grimms that are more than a hundred times greater.
Still, the horned begin to massacre the Grimms, who are on the same level as them; the halberd moved, and as they touched the Grimms, they would swallow a huge chunk of them. Sometimes, they would even swallow the whole Grimms.
It is not just these swallowing swirls that are powerful, but also the technique of these people; I had never seen such fluid technique, not even a Grand Lords had them when they fought.
Not to mention, they fight in a battle formation which increases their power and teamwork; they have learned through thousands of battles.
I did not need to be too intelligent to know that this is an elite force; the Grimms they are slaughtering are no weakling, either. They are powerful with a technique that Grimms of our world look like children fighting with sticks.
I was completely mesmerized, and the one thing that made me forget everything was the technique and law of swallowing these people were using in the battle.
I am trying to memorize everything because what I am seeing is the thing I have come to this ruin for. The combat data, not only for my inheritance but also to improve my own fighting style, which had been lagging since I began to use my strings.
The strings have given me the ability to kill the enemy stronger than me; one could never get away once they are caught in my strings, and due to this, my combat ability became a secondary.
It became a thing that I mostly used defensively while my strings wrapped around my enemy; once they were done, I stopped and killed the enemy with my strings.
Now, in this battle, I am seeing pure weapon combat with a technique that far surpassed this world. I am watching everything I can, trying to glean as much as possible. I hope I am recording this; it would be amazing if I had the recording of it.
Though it seemed to be likely as I am seeing it through my eyes, I am looking at the memories hidden in the law, and even with rule-bending power, my core will have a hard time recording something like it.
Still, there is my clone, so the chance is there.
In just a matter of a few minutes, half of the Grimm army had been obliterated. It is not like the horned beings are not paying the price, their people are also dying, but the number of them is much less compared to the Grimms.
The battle became increasingly intense as it continued, and the most intense battle was between the four eyes of Forst Tigerman and the leader of the horned race.
Their battle is on a completely different level; I should say that the leader of the Grimms is on a completely different level; while the horned race man below is killing hundreds of Grimms by minute, the leader of the horned race is not able to kill its opponent which it had fighting for minutes.
The leader of the Grimms does not seem to care about the men that are dying below it; the only thing it cares about is killing the leader of a horned race against which it is gaining the edge.
Time passed, and both leaders’ bodies have littered with injuries, but it was the leader of the horned race who had the most injuries.
Hun!
The battle continued for a minute more when a sudden change occurred in the battle.
Two extra eyes of the Frost Tigerman blazed with a blue glow, and it burst out with speed; it had simply appeared in front of the leader of the horned race and pierced its claws inside its tiny body horned race person very slowly.
A laugh couldn’t help but escape from the mouth of the Grimm, but it only rang for a second before it suddenly stopped.
As the thousands of tiny swirls appeared around it, breaking and swallowing it.
It tried to run away, but those swirls became its shackled, not letting it leave, and in just a few seconds, not even a speck of it had remained.
The result shocked me as I was not able to see how it was able to do it; every movement of it was clear to me, but I was still not able to see how it did it.
If I were to say it, then it had used the swallowing law through the high-level method, which even the person was not able to see, to whom this memory belonged too.
