From both sides, people were being killed. There was no sense of direction in anyone as people tried to run in whatever direction they could find. At the same time, there was also one person in the crowd who was just pushing them away as if they were toys.
The only difference was that, unlike the other Kings, that person wasn't killing them as he kept moving away. He was only moving them aside to clear a path for himself.
Unfortunately, that moving aside also wasn't without its negatives, as due to the lack of space, many people had their bones broken thanks to even the mildest of push from Azekiel.
Fortunately, in this commotion, their painful cries didn't reach the Kings on the other end of the Crowd to make them suspicious.
As more and more people were killed, the number of people kept decreasing, but even after thousands of deaths, not a significant difference could be seen.
There were just so many people that even after so many of them were killed, there was no change.
The only change was in the strength of the Kings, who were gaining experience in droves. They were quite excited as their plan was working. The more he killed here, the stronger they became.
In the meantime, Azekiel almost reached the other end of the crowd where the other Kings were killing the citizens.
Even though the Kings were weaker than the old man and the others who were on the central side, they were still in the top twenty ranking in the tower.
The only positive side was that he only had to kill one of those Kings to be able to get out of here. Even though there were many kings to kill as many people as they could, each King had taken a separate zone for themselves where only they were allowed to kill and stop people.
That kind of system made sure that there was plenty of space between each King to help Azekiel enough.
"There goes my Ranking even more... Just my lucky day..." Azekiel sarcastically commented while calling out both of his gauntlets. He couldn't leave without killing the King, but by killing the King, he was sure he was going to enter the top fifty in the tower ranking, and it hadn't even been a full day since he entered the ranking for the first time.
Even the ones who hadn't noticed his name before were going to see it now, which was the most frustrating part for him.
The King that he was faced with was a young man who was in his early thirties. The man was barely in the top Twenty Rankings in the Tower. As he wanted to be even stronger, he was even more excited in killing people.
The only person who wasn't killing anyone here was Osiris. Osiris also looked as if he went along with this idea that everyone else needed to be stronger, but personally, he chose to not gain strength through this way, at least for now.
Unlike Osiris, the man before Azekiel was not only killing the people, but he also seemed to be enjoying it as well.
The man known as Jake enjoyed the look of fear on people's faces as they were running away from him. This was just as good a thing for him as the experience he was receiving.
"Hmm?" Jake sliced the body of a person in two halves before moving on to the next person, but he stopped in the middle of his attack as he saw something even more interesting.
While most of the people here were running away from him, there was one person who was different. Instead of running away from others, that person was walking toward him. What was even more surprising was that the person didn't have a shred of fear on his face, as if he was simply taking a walk in a garden.
Even with the celebration of death that was going on here, the man was still perfectly fine.
"You... I remember you!" Jake smirked, recognizing the face of that person. "You're the man who made many Kings intrigued with you by your ability to summon past Kings!"
"The King of Gluttony, Azekiel! Am I right?" The man asked. "You had just disappeared from our field of view. We all thought that you had died. It seems we were quite wrong, weren't we?"
"A for efforts." It wasn't surprising to see the man recognize him since he had already considered that possibility. Unfortunately, the man only recognized him as what he wasn't at his core.
As Jake realized who this person was, it made sense to him that Azekiel wasn't scared at all of the deaths. He himself had killed many people. Those things desensitized almost everyone amongst them.
"It's surprising you managed to come here in such a short time, but I suppose it's good for me." Jake licked his lips. "You should give way more experience than these people!"
"So will you." Azekiel shrugged. "Probably even better than me."
Jake's face twitched. Even now, the man was acting as if he wasn't in danger, and instead, it was him who was in danger.
"I'll let you have that arrogance. You are helping me here, after all. We weren't allowed to kill other Kings to get experience, but you aren't even supposed to be here, are you? Who is going to notice even if I kill you?" Jake let out, smiling wryly. "If I were in your place, I would've been begging right about now."
"You don't need to be in my place to start begging." Azekiel innocently answered. "You can do it in your place as well."
As Jake and Azekiel were engaged in a small conversation, the people in the surroundings thought that they could use this opportunity and run away.
Unfortunately, it was only when they tried to run that they realized they were overly optimistic.
Even as Jake kept his eye on Azekiel, talking to him, it was still impossible for people to get past him.
Whoever tried to run past him was met with Jake's sword, which was now flying on its own without his control.
