Lord Evolution: Starting With Overpowered Sacrifice System

The arrival of a new leader in the eleventh hamlet resulted in a raucous celebration that lasted for about thirty minutes.

Nightfall had already descended upon the eleventh hamlet, and moonlight bathed its streets.

Currently, Ragnar and Noah could be seen discussing with three middle-aged men. The men shared stories of how the food supplies in their small storage house had been dwindling drastically each night. One, who lived close to the storage house, mentioned hearing strange noises at night.

As they spoke, Ragnar and Noah easily caught up to what was actually happening—Monsterborn.

They exchanged a knowing look before Ragnar turned to the worried men and responded.

"Do not worry; your problems will be taken care of tonight."

"Really?" the three exclaimed in unison.

"Of course," Ragnar nodded. "What kind of leader would I be if I ignored the worries of my people?"

"We are glad fate brought you two to us." The men spoke with smiles.

"Fate has more in store for our lands," Ragnar replied.

He shook hands with the three men before they retired to their homes.

"It seems the monsterborn were not targeting our storage house alone," Noah said after the men left.

"Yeah," Ragnar replied. "Anyways, if it were the same monsterborn we saw that night, with our current strength, it shouldn't be that much work."

Noah nodded in agreement. In the few days of their hunting trips, he had surpassed his limits and reached new prowess. Even though he had no system like Ragnar to measure his growth, it was not hard to tell from how easily he had fought goblins and even beaten those men larger than himself.

'The ancestors were not singling me out after all,' he thought.

As the night persisted, the two of them strolled toward the storage house. The storage house was made of wood but was much smaller than the one on the 10th hamlet.

Ragnar and Noah scanned the area and found a place to hide, awaiting the arrival of the monsterborn.

A few minutes after they hid, their guests arrived in the form of two monsterborn —one that could fly, the other perched on the spacious back of its flying colleague's broad shoulders.

The flying one was huge — it had the head of a human female and the body of a bird, a bat precisely. Its wings flapped as it hovered near the storage house.

The other monsterborn on its back was more humanoid, it reached a towering height of about eight feet, with long legs ending in claws and four hands clutching a big sack. Its thick skin had an unnatural dark brown pigmentation that gleamed under the moon.

The humanoid monsterborn leapt off its companion's shoulder, landing softly on the roof.

It placed the bag aside and pressed all its hands into the wooden roof with deliberate force. Its sharp claws dug into the edges of the planks, and it smoothly tore them off.

It let out a small bestial laughter before thrusting its hands through the opening. Its chilling laugh echoed in the air. Its limbs stretched unnaturally, enabling it to grab plenty of foodstuffs in a single reach.

As it collected the supplies, the bat-headed creature flew up and carefully scanned the surroundings.

Ragnar and Noah, hiding behind a nearby bush, observed the two closely.

"The flying one is level 9 with high agility and spirit point, I bet it can use magic. The humanoid one is level 7, with very high physique and agility comparable to level 8, but with insanely low spirit," Ragnar muttered to himself.

He then turned to Noah.

"I will take care of the flying one," he whispered.

Noah nodded.

Not hesitating, the two advanced toward their targets with silent determination.

Noah moved at insane speed and leapt into the air, landing on the roof beside the humanoid monsterborn.

Noah swung his sword once more with lethal intent.

CLANG!

The humanoid monsterborn let go of the sack it was holding and used the claws on two of its four hands to block the attack, grunting as metal met claw.

It let out a low, furious growl and swung its other free hands viciously at Noah.

Noah immediately evaded and leapt off the roof before the claws could reach him.

At the same time, the flying monsterborn noticed the fight on the roof.

It flapped its wings with a gust and charged toward the roof.

"You're battling me, ugly thing!" it screeched.

Ragnar appeared in front of it, barking as he waved his sword.

The flying monsterborn lowered its flight height and advanced toward Ragnar. The sound of its body cutting through the air was heard clearly.

As it drew closer, it opened its mouth, forming a small energy ball of flickering light that gradually increased in size.

The energy ball then shot in Ragnar's direction.

Ragnar evaded the attack with his superior speed.

The flying monsterborn was enraged, screeching in frustration.

It darted to Ragnar's new position and readied another energy ball.

It shot it with precise accuracy, but it was too slow to hit Ragnar, passing harmlessly by.

"You're lucky you can fly!" Ragnar taunted as he evaded the fifth energy ball.

His opponent let out a frustrated squeak and attacked even more erratically.

Its flight agility was boosted by its rage, and it followed Ragnar relentlessly.

But this was what Ragnar wanted—to wear it out of mana and stamina.

While Ragnar and the flying monsterborn engaged in chase and flee, Noah and the humanoid monsterborn engaged in close combat.

The clangor of blades flashing against sharp claws and Noah's heavy breathing could be heard.

The two had several cuts marked on their bodies. Noah's were more evident due to his lighter skin. Several tears were on his clothes, his own blood soaking the area around them.

Despite the pain from multiple injuries, Noah did not back down, rolling on the ground as he dodged the claws of his opponent.

Before he could stand, his opponent used its other hands to attack him again.

Noah quickly rolled away. He managed to avoid one of the claws, but the other one created a new injury on his abdomen.

Seeing its successful attack, the humanoid squeaked teasingly. It suddenly jumped, attempting to crush Noah's head with its weight.

Noah gritted his teeth, summoning all his strength to stand before his opponent landed on him.

After gaining composure, he swung his sword again, managing to leave a sharp cut on the dark-brown pigmented hands of his opponent, but it simply ignored the pain and continued its relentless assault.

The two exchanged several attacks and minor cuts for the next five or so tense minutes.

The humanoid monsterborn let out a pretty loud squeak as it lifted its four hands and twisted them together in the air above its head.

Then it smashed them toward Noah, who was kneeling on one knee, his sword stabbed into the ground for support.

The twisted hands of the humanoid monsterborn closed down on him, appearing like a gigantic fist from his low vantage point.

The face of the humanoid monsterborn had twisted into a cold grin, appearing like a devil in Noah's perspective.

Noah's eyes furrowed.

The night breeze blew on his face.

I—is this death?