Is this really a Game?!

“Hmm, you still want to fight?” Reign asked the demoness as she stared at him with hatred and fury in her eyes. He had stopped using his [ Rage of the Kirin ] and was standing in front of the demonic army that was too afraid to even move at this moment.

A sword suddenly appeared in her hands while the black leather armor she had on transformed. Spikes started growing out while the leather disappeared and was replaced by scales. Lieara’s face started warping before turning into one of a grotesque demon with four eyes.

“I will make you pay for that.” The demon spoke softly as she stared at Reign, “I’m going to rip apart your body and drink your blood while your skull will be used as decoration for my castle after I am done with you!”

“I see, well, let’s get to it then.” Reign said with a smirk on his face before disappearing from the spot and attacking the demoness. 𝒷𝒹𝓸𝓿𝓁.𝒸ℴ𝓶

Outside of the mountains that surrounded the kingdom, however, a heavy battle was taking place.

Raigon was fighting against the enemy king who was a Tier III combatant while two armies clashed against one another.

For now, the battle was at a stalemate.

The enemy army was larger, but the terrain was not to their advantage and only a part of the army could fight at one time. Large siege towers and other kinds of machinery could be seen on the battlefield as both sides gave it their all to fight against one another.

The kingdom of Riplas had an advantage when it came to the quality of troops, especially when it came to Tier II combatants. They had the huge mountain range behind them, after all, and could periodically send out people to go and fight there and level up.

It was incredibly dangerous to do so in the past, but after the king and Raigon had both reached Tier III, they now possessed enough power to make sure that their people would survive inside the mountain range and drive off the more powerful monsters.

It was that that allowed the kingdom of Riplas to improve the strength of their top-ranked combatants and even some troops much quicker compared to the other kingdoms. Since the two enemy kingdoms had demons backing them, however, they were able to increase their own strength and fight them evenly.

A mere 6 months before this, a tier III combatant would have been able to easily threaten a kingdom himself, but now, each kingdom had at least one such fighter.

“Hahahahah, oh Raigon, who would have thought that the two of us would be fighting such a battle?!” The king of Ios said as he laughed heartily.

“I don’t know why you are even laughing, how long do you think it will take for the kingdoms that are present outside of our sphere of influence to figure out that you have become demon-worshipping bastards, even if you win against us and take over the whole area, you will all be destroyed,” Raigon said as he flapped his wings and dodged an attack from the king before replying with a huge spear that fell down on top of the man.

“You needn’t worry about that, you will be long gone before that happens after all.” A voice said behind Raigon who quickly created numerous arrows and spears before bombarding the area behind him and forcing the enemy to dodge.

“Tch, this power of yours truly is annoying, I can see now why you took such great lengths to hide, had we known you were this powerful and had such talent, I and the other kingdoms would have definitely killed you.” The king spoke as demonic wings appeared behind his back, allowing him to fly just like Raigon.

‘He’s more powerful than before, damn it, the demons are increasing his power too quickly.’ Raigon thought as he looked at the king. When the war had just started, Raigon was able to not only fight against, but suppress the man, but as more time passed, the more powerful the king became.

Now, it was Raigon who was the one getting slightly suppressed each time they fought.

“I will make sure to break those wings of yours, you damned worshipper,” Raigon said as ten giant spears appeared above him before they were all sent down at the king whose wings flapped powerfully as he dodged them all.

As he dodged, however, the spears rained down on his army and killed hundreds.

“Tch, killing my men will give you nothing.” The king said as he stabbed at Raigon with his spear.

The two flew around and battled for hours every day usually before returning to their camps after getting exhausted. Neither of the two had truly been able to take the lead in the battle, but if things continued this way, Raigon was certain that he would lose.

He was unable to level up and gain more power while the king kept becoming stronger each day. He knew that he had to take some sort of measure and deal a heavy wound to the man before it was too late.

Suddenly, a change occurred.

The two men stopped fighting.

The two armies stopped moving as the soldiers that were once slashing against one another suddenly backed away.

“This … is impossible.” The king said as the sound of a horn being blow echoed through the battlefield.

‘So you have finally decided to show up, uncle Eisenhorn.’ Raigon smiled as he looked at the king whose face was twisted in shock and horror.

He grabbed his shoulder where a scar had once been and started shaking slightly before clenching the hand that held the spear.

“This loud, obnoxious sound.”

“The one said to be heard through a battlefield no matter how large it was.”

“The sound of a horn that inspired the troops whilst putting the fear of God into the hearts of the enemy.”

“How is it possible that it was blown, he is gone, his power is gone, even if the altar had been destroyed, it would take him years to recover, and even then he wouldn’t be able to reach a height that could threaten my army!” The king shouted as he stared at Raigon before looking behind the enemy army.

A could of dust rose as the horn blew again.

A rider appeared, followed by a thousand more.

The powerful steed he rode upon, the black and green armor that seemed to have been made in hell itself as a mere look was enough to shake the souls of the enemy, and the eyes that seemingly pierced through anything he stared and uncovered all lies and deceits.

“Eisenhorn.” The king softly said as he stared at the man that had reached the army.

The soldiers quickly moved to the side and allowed the Einhards to pass. Lico and the other high-tier combatants of the army all stood to the side and stared at the troops, a smile blossoming on their faces.

“Sir Eisenhorn, you appear once again,” Lico said as he stared at the man in front of the knights that were valiantly charging at the enemy.

“Einhards!” Eisenhorn shouted out loud as he pointed his glaive to the front.

“Kill!”

As the Einhards clashed against the enemy army, they penetrated through their ranks as if they were made out of butter.

A green hue appeared over the soldiers as the array that was made on each of their armors shone brightly.

Eisenhorn fought at the very front, each swing of his glaive killing tens of soldiers. He used no mana for his attacks, but a bright light would shine each time his glaive was swung and slashed through multiple people at once.

“You bastard!” An angry voice bellowed as a Tier II combatant of the enemy army appeared in front of Eisenhorn and the charging troops. A huge hammer was in his hands as he stared at Eisenhorn, his eyes bloodshot as he held his hammer high in the air.

His demonic energy started going out of control as it appeared around him, some of the soldiers were thrown back, and the less fortunate were even killed by the show of force from the huge man.

Being 2 meters tall and wearing a set of extremely heavy armor, the man was known as ‘The Executioner’ inside the kingdom. He was said to be the second strongest, only below the king.

His hammer had taken the lives of many enemies, smashing them to pieces and making their bodies unrecognizable by anyone. He now stood in the path of Eisenhorn and his Einhards, adamant about stopping them.

He was the only one that could stop their charge, nobody else in the army had his strength, and none were able to crush the enemy as he could.

“Eisenhorn, it has been a while, you old bastard!” The man shouted before smashing his hammer down at Eisenhorn who was coldly staring at him.

“It truly has been, farewell, Executioner, may you rot in hell,” Eisenhorn said before his glaive shone with a bright green light. He swung it toward the man, breaking his skill, destroying his hammer, and ultimately cutting him in half.

A person that was hailed as the second strongest in the kingdom and was a peak-grade Tier II combatant was killed like he was nothing.