Abe the Wizard

Chapter 1013: Madness

Battlecry city was organized by hierarchy with the most powerful Barbarians at the center.

Living on the edge were the low to intermediate-ranked barbarians.

Mad knight Mead charged into this city with 10 teams of holy knights, and the fact that they were already getting killed by these low ranks Barbarians was driving him insane.

Professional Barbarians were not the only ones living in this city but their families as well.

When mad knight Mead yelled “destroy,” they all decided to go out in glory.

Even if those Barbarians could escape themselves, their families couldn’t. Paired with their battle-thirsty nature and yearning for death, they had a horrifying explosive power when their families were threatened.

A Barbarian’s madness sacrificed their life span for a moment of full control with blood from their body. It could drastically increase their fighting power. It was in their nature.

Even with the most powerful suppression aura of the knights, those Barbarians could still charge in.

The Holy Freeze aura froze everything in an area, and the holy charge aura could numb everything in an area.

Especially the Holy freeze aura, it was the scariest move from a group of charging knights.

Mad knight Mead Gained his experience from the elves. The Holy freeze was the best move to cause chaos and break a defense.

However, the Holy freeze aura did not work as well for the Barbarians. They all turned into vicious animals. Even mad knight Mead and the other 9 mad knights were extra careful. They could not block all the attacks.

At first, dividing themselves into 10 teams was good for them. It increased their mobility. But, the downside was the decrease in defense.

A professional mad Barbarian charged out of every house, and the Holy Knights felt like they had entered the so-called hell.

Barbarian Gallon was a rank 14 Barbarian. He had a happy family with a wife, a son, and 2 daughters.

Each day he would train hard, hoping to get a status one day to help his family live a better life.

His son did not let him down. He was gifted with Barbarian skills at the age of 15 before even being shined up by the holy light.

Therefore, he wanted his son to join this holy light ceremony. Even if he was too young to become a professional Barbarian, getting some rewards would be nice.

At that moment, he was enjoying lunch with his family. Although the food was nothing extraordinary, it was still much better than what most Barbarians had.

Suddenly, that chilling horn sound emerged, followed by screams of chaos.

“Hide in the room!” He yelled to his wife and children.

Although he didn’t know what was happening, he sensed immense danger. It was a familiar feeling he felt on the verge of death.

It was what saved him when he was facing his first wolf when he was 14 years old. He relied on this feeling to locate the wolf and struck an ax on its neck the moment before its teeth landed on his throat.

The wold managed to cut his chest, but in exchange, he gained a talent for Barbarian skills.

It was the proudest moment of his life, and that familiar feeling had returned. The only difference at that moment was that he was in Battlecry city with his family. Just when he was about to roar, a frozen shockwave gushed into his house.

He was stunned. As a rank 14 Barbarian, he would not die immediately, but his wife and children were not as lucky. The most important things in his life had turned into blocks of ice.

His life lost its meaning. He felt like a helpless child about to be killed by a wolf once again.

His eyes were crimson red, and blood gushed out from his skill breaking the ice.

His 2 meters tall body grew to 2.5 meters as his armor began to fall.

He felt like an injured animal charging out of his house. He did not look back at his family. His feelings told him that they had already returned to the arms of the god of war.

As long as he could kill an enemy with that short moment of madness, he could rejoin his family.

He roared to increase his defense and concentrate all his energy in a final move.

He immediately knew his enemy as he sped towards that neat formation on the street. Their pure white holy aura and armor were dead giveaways.

He turned his gaze on an intermediate knight and approached him. He knew killing an elite holy knight with his current ability was impossible even if he sacrificed his life.

He brutally unleashed an attack on the intermediate holy knight. Since he was charging out from a house on the side, that holy knight was caught off guard.

Most importantly, due to the narrowness of the street, the knight formation was dragged out.

The Barbarian’s buildings did not have the delicacy of the elves. They were all much more brutal than anything the elves built.

They were built to sustain long years of storms, so breaking them was not easy for the knights.

Barbarian Gallon remembered one thing from his teacher. The best way to take down a holy knight was to remove them from their formation.

Therefore, he ignited a ‘knockout’ skill pattern on his ax and transferred all his energy towards the neck of that holy knight like the day he killed his first wolf.

That intermediate knight spotted a charging Barbarian, so he quickly unleashed a shield strike to counteract.

However, his block failed, and the ax landed on him.

Instead, his shield strike landed on Barbarian Gallon’s body.

In his state of madness, all that did was make him shake a little.

Barbarian Gallon’s eyes and mouth dripped in blood, but he was smiling–laughing almost.

A mad knight noticed Barbarian Gallon struck with his sword. However, it was too late. The ax had chopped the armor of that intermediate holy knight and penetrated his heart.

Barbarians grew up in battles. They knew where the source of life originated, even in their mad state.

His first strike aimed at the neck, and his second on the heart.

The mad knights’ stick then sent his smiling head flying. He knew he would soon return to the arms of the god of war and rejoin his family. His headless body exploded, sending blood everywhere.

The battle proceeded, and the city turned into a meat grinder. With each step the knights took, they would be attacked. By the time Mad knight Mead reached the end of the street, there were already 22 pure white soul beams behind him.

22 elite holy knights died in the hands of intermediate Barbarians, with almost 200 intermediate knights gone.

“Evil knights, we will return to the god of war when we die, and you will forever become the god of war’s prisoner when you die. Your soul will be burned and tortured for eternity!” The voice of an elite Barbarian erupted from the sky in front of the holy knights.

Afterward, a roar and the glow of a ‘battle mode’ emerged.

It was only until this moment the city was lining up after sacrificing countless low-rank Barbarians and civilians.

The hierarchy structure of the Battlecry city was showing its effect. Those fearless low-rank Barbarians had slowed down the holy knights and bought them enough time to form a real defense with giant structures of war machines.

Mad knight Mead Scanned with his power of the will and knew they were in for something even more troubling. It seemed like they underestimated the Barbarians.

The knights were also affected by what the elite Barbarians said. If they died, they would not be able to return to the arms of their god.

Those soul beams were a clear reflection as every soul beam who died in the front line would fly towards the Holy Kingdom.

Where would the lost souls go? If that Barbarian was not lying, they would become prisoners.

“The warriors of God, let’s bring down the evil demon of war and shine upon them with our holy light. After we kill them all, we will take back what belongs to our god!” Mad knight Mead yelled.

“Kill them all,” the knights immediately snapped out of their worries, and their spirit started burning again.

“Protect the temple at all cost!” The elite Barbarians yelled after he realized the knights’ intention.

The only thing that kept them living in this world of suffering was their god of war. It was their only hope.

One day, their god would awake from slumber and bring their race to the top of the Central Continent.

Anyone that dared to mess with their religion and god would be dead.

“Charge!” Mad knight Mead waved his hand, and the 500 knight formation charged forward.

They were no longer on the street. Instead, they were countless giant rocks scattering in front of them.

As the leader, Mad knight Mead directly charged towards a rock with his waving sword. The rock immediately blasted into pieces.

However, there was a blood-red elite Barbarian behind the rock with a double ax. His eyes flashed with certainty. He knew he was inferior compared to a mad knight, but he still threw his ax forward.

Although an ax was not made for throwing and Barbarians would rely on this since an ax could no longer be retrieved once it was thrown, but their difference in strength was too drastic. All he needed was to make Mad knight Mead pause a little to let him finish his roar.