In the living room, Beelu stood guard by the door alone, swinging his blade at any approaching monster without any fancy moves.
Yet, such straightforward attacks proved remarkably effective.
The monsters rushed to squeeze in, but constrained by the narrow space, only one could enter at a time, giving Beelu room to perform.
This was undeniably a battle that fully capitalized on the terrain.
Otherwise, relying solely on his current strength of twenty points in Constitution, it would have been impossible to achieve such results.
Without the help of combat skills, at most he could handle two or three such monsters at once.
As time passed, Beelu gradually transitioned from initial discomfort to numbness.
As a gamer, he never imagined he would one day experience the thrill of being a Super Hero.
Next to him, Hader and others were desperately holding barriers in place, preventing monsters from breaking through the defense.
Beelu’s ability to slay many owed much to their efforts.
The number of monsters wasn’t infinite; after several waves, they began to show signs of weakening.
Loud explosions echoed downstairs, and Hader shouted:
"Hold on, everyone! Reinforcements have arrived!"
Upon hearing this, everyone in Squad Five felt invigorated.
However, Beelu felt somewhat bitter.
"No, I have to find a way to leave here, otherwise, once these monsters are eliminated, I might be taken for interrogation."
He was well aware of his capabilities; it seemed impressive that he could defend the doorway alone.
But this was not his own strength; it was thanks to the scroll given by the Mage.
If caught later, the truth would undoubtedly be revealed, and they might even hold him accountable for lying initially.
Honestly, Beelu still held onto a bit of hope.
He hoped to gain the Mage’s trust and truly embark on the Extraordinary Path.
So, if possible, he was willing to keep the secret.
But the thought of embarking on a vagabond journey of evasion made it hard for him to accept this all at once.
As he wrestled with these thoughts, a massive crimson monster suddenly burst through the door.
This one appeared to be the last and the toughest of them all.
At that moment, downstairs was already surrounded by defenses from the military and the Hurricane Bureau, with many monsters trying to burst out of the stairwell and attack the crowd.
Jonathan, protected by several Hurricane Team warriors, arrived at the scene, his expression grave as he watched the monsters trying to use cover to advance.
"What’s the situation inside? Have you figured out where these Demons are coming from?"
Jonathan asked the agent beside him.
Internally, they referred to these recent monsters particularly as "Demons" and "Mutant Beasts."
The agent, putting down his communicator, said:
"Commander, due to electromagnetic interference, we can’t determine the situation inside for now. However, according to the latest intelligence, it seems these guys entered the building through the sewers."
Jonathan murmured to himself, already calculating whether to send someone to investigate the sewers.
As a few more monsters were killed rushing out, he suddenly squinted his eyes, puzzled:
"Matthews, what’s with those monsters? Do they wear clothes too?"
"Yes, maybe these Demons have their own civilization? Just, these clothes look familiar somehow..."
A foreboding feeling suddenly welled up in Jonathan’s heart.
He quickly ordered his men to drag the body of a monster over, then crouched down to examine it closely.
"From the structural anatomy, it looks somewhat like Humans... but obviously larger than any human..."
"The arrangement of the muscle tissues also resembles that of humans; could this be a coincidence...?"
"The clothes are too torn and dirty to make out any features..."
Jonathan scrutinized the monster’s body, occasionally flipping parts of it with his fingers.
Those nearby couldn’t help but cover their noses as the monster was quite foul, resembling a body long deceased.
Suddenly, Jonathan’s eyes narrowed, and he hastily stretched a piece of cloth from the monster’s body.
This cleaner area of the clothing barely revealed a pattern.
Visible among the pattern were a string of letters—
Jonathan’s pupils constricted sharply.
A sound of shattering glass suddenly came from above the building.
Everyone looked up to see two entangled figures falling from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground.
Beelu felt dizzy, as if he had been struck by a speeding car, his whole body sore.
Just moments ago, the largest monster he’d ever faced had burst through the door; it possessed much more strength and speed than regular monsters, making it extremely difficult to handle.
For someone like Beelu, who was unfamiliar with combat, facing a monster whose physical ability did not fall short of his own clearly revealed the disadvantages.