Falling onto the ground with a loud thud, Feihren went unconscious as he attempted to summon Samael. Two snow tiger cubs hopped on Feihren's back as they growled towards the people heading their direction. The red gem fell as it clattered a few times on the ground before stopping.

Over 40 men arrived at the scene as they surrounded the now unconscious Feihren.

Suddenly, there was an enormous 'wall' that was blocking them off. A gigantic red golem suddenly appeared right in front of them, glaring at them with glowing red eyes full of killing intent. The sudden shock made some of the men in the front trip and fall to the ground. This was the worst time and place for them to be immobile though... Two huge fists slammed towards them, squashing their bodies entirely!

Within a few seconds, 3 people perished as the cold glare from the golem grew brighter every second. Scanning the area, the giant remained unmoving as he shifted his attention towards the cubs and his unconscious master.

Arrows rained in their direction as Samael shielded his charges from all of them. The snapping of the arrows getting destroyed upon impact was heard continuously until the archers withdrew their attacks. It was obviously futile. A few of the melee fighters started charging towards Samael, attempting to use sheer numbers to take this construct down. There were around 20 or so of them and they had gained confidence from outnumbering their opponent.

"He is just alone and heavily outnumbered, it shouldn't be that threatening, Attack! Get me those Snow Tigers, those things belong to me!"

Myron, who was the leader of this hired group of mercenaries, had immediately commanded them to engage the enemy together. Although they were here to avenge the shame that was caused to him, he wouldn't just let profit slip by. Sneakily flanking the red giant, Myron went towards Feihren's body as he grabbed hold of the two snow tiger cubs. Scratching and biting his arms didn't do much as the snow tiger cubs were slowly being abducted once again.

Samael, who was still busy with the heated battle, had an eerie sense behind it as it heard the pitiful growling of the cubs slowly getting further away. He immediately jumped towards the escaping bandit and grabbed hold of one of his legs.

"Tsk, you think I am afraid of you? Die you bastard!" Myron threw a bottle with red liquid inside towards Samael's face.

*Boom!

A loud explosion was heard as flames wrapped around Samael's gigantic body, before dispersing completely. It was completely ineffective... It only made the giant look shinier, and its body continued burning brightly from the effect of the concoction.

Part of Myron's body was also burning due to Samael still grabbing hold of his leg.

Samael tightened his grip as the cracking of bones could be heard. Myron cried out in pain as his leg was getting crushed. Exerting its great strength...

*Rrrrip!

Myron's leg was entirely severed as Samael tossed it towards the approaching people, knocking down a few of them. The force of the throw was enough to fling the broken bones within that leg and cause an effect similar to grenade shrapnel scattering on the bodies and faces of those rushing mercenaries.

Walking towards the one-legged man who was in anguish, Samael pinched his arms, breaking them off entirely as it forced them to let go of the snow tiger cubs. A loud scream was heard as the blood loss from the ripped leg slowly killed the treacherous man.

Gently placing the snow cubs atop his broad shoulders, Samael rushed back to the location of his unconscious master.

The people who were trying to stab and kill the unmoving figure couldn't help but freeze in shock. None of their attacks and weapons could even penetrate this incredibly 'thick-skinned' man as their useless attempt would only end up giving them dented blades or pulverized swords.

They could not do anything to this man besides leaving him be. But after all this loss, they would not go away empty-handed. Besides, the one that hired them seems to be dead anyway, might as well gain more profit to themselves. Without another thought, the remaining 30 or so people unanimously decided to flee as they grabbed the 'magic weapon' strapped to the body of this man.

The ground trembled as they noticed that the gigantic red golem was already done with his 'business' and was now after them. The figure of a giant running towards them made their hearts skip a beat as they had already witnessed the gruesome scene of its attacks.

Numerous smoke bombs were used as they covered the entire area. The group of mercenaries broke into a hurried run in order to get away. Samael, who was planning to give chase, discarded the idea as he carried his master to a much 'safer' place.

...

It was now late in the afternoon as the sun started to set. Within the thick forest was a clear patch of grassy plain. The figure of Samael could be seen slowly walking along. Carrying Feihren in its arms, it gently walked so it wouldn't disturb the resting cubs on its shoulders, which were barely clinging on with their claws.

As someone (or something) that was from the nature's core itself. Samael had a consciousness that could be said to be one with mother nature. Sensing the water veins under its feet, it carefully laid down the cubs and its master in the clean grass. Vigorous shaking could be felt as Samael started punching with all its might, destroying the topmost layer of the ground, revealing the softer soil. It started digging its way deeper, it was only a few more meters or so before a gush of spring water finally appeared and started flowing.

Scooping up the water that accumulated within the makeshift pond, Samael carried a gigantic-handful of water as it walked towards Feihren.

*Splash!

The cold spring water that was 'poured' on the entirety of Feihren immediately jolted his senses back as he gasped multiple times, having a really hard time breathing. It may have just been a 'handful of water' for Samael, but in human measurements it amounted to few gallons being poured out in one go, which was something akin to drowning a person! Feihren shook his head to disperse the excess water in his hair and on his face. Inspecting his surroundings, it seemed that they weren't in the same place as before he was shot senseless. It also seems that the snow tiger cubs were in perfect condition, as he could clearly see them resting well.

"Thank you, I knew that you are the most reliable ally that I could ever have in this world" Feihren thanked Samael sincerely as he patted the head of the leaning giant.

Feihren started checking everything to see if it was all A-okay. If it was then they could 'forget everything that happened' because it seemed that Samael did a great job in cleaning up the mess, and would thus make their travel towards Sechua City smooth sailing.

"Eh?" 

Feihren suddenly felt vexed as to why his body felt 'lighter'? He immediately opened his status page as to check if there was another status ailment or a buff that was suddenly added, but to his surprise, there was none... Feihren pondered for a few more minutes before he had realized.

"Wasn't I carrying the Demonic Carbine?!?" 

Feihren reached for his sides and back only to realize that there was nothing strapped to him anymore.

"They dared to steal my weapon!?"