Lord: Stripped of My Inheritance from the Start

In late April, the Wilderness Plains were teeming with life, its lush green fields a perfect pasture.

In years past, herdsmen from Wushan Town and Black Python City alike would choose this time to graze their flocks here.

But now, due to the war, a single glance revealed a different scene. In the distance, rolling hills sketched a gentle silhouette against the horizon, while up close, there were only the neighs of warhorses, the thundering of iron-shod cavalry, and billowing dust—not a single cow or sheep in sight.

After noon, the armies of Wushan Castle and Black Python City finally met on the Wilderness Plains. They deployed in a simple line, with no consideration for sophisticated tactics or formations.

High in the sky, Ronin, mounted on Carlos, had a clear view of everything below.

In terms of numbers, Black Python City held a significant advantage.

Ossen had his Knight Order, the forces of his Vassals, and a vast, innumerable horde of converted Witch Soul Race soldiers—a dark mass of at least twenty to thirty thousand strong.

Wushan Castle, on the other hand, had the full-strength Knight Orders of Toru and Melonika, plus the merchants’ guild Mages, numerous Knight Squads, and some militia, totaling an estimated five thousand.

Though the disparity in numbers was significant, the quality of Wushan Castle’s troops was exceptionally high. They not only had more top-tier combatants but also a considerable number of Fourth-level and Fifth-level Transcendents.

Lurans, clad in Battle Armor and mounted on his Thunderbolt Wind Chasing Beast, stood at the very front of his army. Behind him were four other powerful figures: Melonika, Broel, Miroslav, and Daun.

“Ossen, I’m very curious. How did your wounds heal?”

His voice rolled like a wave across the battlefield, reaching every corner. With his first words, he asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.

Two to three hundred meters away, Ossen, also on horseback before his troops, remained composed.

“Heh. Lurans, you used such despicable means to gravely injure me. What, are you disappointed that I’ve now recovered?”

“If you had healed through normal means, I naturally wouldn’t care. But you have turned so many innocent people of Black Python City into these monstrous things, neither human nor ghost. This is consorting with Demons! No one will ever forgive such a sin!”

Lurans roared, “Tell me, who is responsible for you and this army of Witch Soul Race soldiers?”

As his voice faded, before Ossen could retort, Mephisto’s gaze, from behind Ossen, suddenly sharpened and focused on Lurans.

’To be honest, back when he confirmed that the Witch Soul Power on Ossen had come from Lurans, he had been very tempted to convert Lurans as well. It was a pity he hadn’t had the time.’

’How does he know about the Witch Soul Race?’

Mephisto’s brow furrowed. Recalling his experiences since entering the Oduin Kingdom, he was certain he had never revealed anything about the Witch Soul Race to outsiders.

’Could it be that those guys are here too?’

’No, that should be impossible. They can’t cross the Sea of Storms.’

Mephisto said in a low voice, “Ossen, kill Lurans!”

“As you wish!”

Ossen respectfully accepted the command, then roared at Lurans, “I’ve had enough of that smug look on your face, Lurans! Today, I will make you kneel before my Power!”

He leaped from his horse, crossing a distance of over a hundred meters in a single bound. A surging tide of Fighting Qi, like a colossal wave, rushed toward Lurans.

“I’m no longer seriously injured. An attack like this won’t affect me.”

Lurans gently pulled the reins. His Thunderbolt Wind Chasing Beast opened its mouth and fired a condensed Thunderbolt Cannon, blasting straight through Ossen’s attack.

He then stepped into the air and slashed down with his sword, unleashing a boundless Thunderbolt Fury.

Broel’s pupils contracted violently, his heart shaking with shock. ’A Silver Moon Knight! Lurans actually broke through so quickly after recovering!’

The Thunderbolt Marquis of old had not only returned but had grown even stronger!

“That old rascal!”

Miroslav chuckled. “He breaks through and still wants to spar with me? He’s just setting me up to lose, isn’t he?”

Although Ossen managed to dispel the Thunderbolt, he was immediately suppressed by Lurans in the close-quarters combat that followed.

No longer tormented by his old injury, Lurans could now use his Fighting Qi freely. He displayed both powerful offense and exquisite defense, executing every detail of the battle to perfection!

However, Ossen’s Power also seemed to have been enhanced in some way. Otherwise, someone who had just reached the Meteor Level and then been sealed for a year could not have withstood so many attacks.

The aftershocks of their clashing Fighting Qi spread in all directions. Even a stray arc of electricity could slice through the grass on the ground.

If any other soldiers had been near them at this moment, they likely would have been severely injured.

Fortunately, neither side had ordered their troops to charge, instead tacitly agreeing to wait for the outcome of this duel.

CLANG! The two Longswords clashed, and the combatants began a contest of pure strength.

Suddenly, Dark Power surged from Ossen’s body. He seemed to split like an atom, becoming two people. One continued to lock blades with Lurans, while the other raised a sword and stabbed at Lurans’s throat.

“This is the Seventh-level Dark Attribute Combat Skill, Shadow Soul Chaser! Die!”

The sudden turn in the close-range fight made everyone tense up. Melonika and Broel prepared to rush forward, but then they saw a brilliant storm of lightning erupt from Lurans’s body.

“Playtime’s over!”

Lurans had just been warming up.

Now, he abruptly increased his strength, forcing Ossen back. At the same time, he blocked the attack from Ossen’s double with a single sword stroke, and the covering Thunderbolt annihilated it into nothingness.

“Didn’t you always regret, right to my face, that you couldn’t witness my Secret Skill?”

By saying this to an injured man who couldn’t easily use his Fighting Qi, Ossen had been picking at Lurans’s old wound.

“Today, I’ll satisfy your curiosity!”

Two types of Energy, thunder and fire, appeared around Lurans’s body. They radiated such immense power that the surrounding green grass withered, turned yellow, and then burned to ash.

“Fire Dance Thunder Strike Slash!”

Lurans leaped into the air and brought his sword down. His self-created Secret Skill was like a flood bursting through a dam, vowing to overwhelm his opponent.

“A Secret Skill? I have one too!”

Ossen hadn’t been idle during this time. With Mephisto’s guidance, he had mastered a Secret Skill that fused Witch Soul Power with his Water Attribute Fighting Qi.

“Dark Water Tide!”

A surge of bluish-black Energy erupted, actually managing to swallow a portion of Lurans’s Secret Skill.

Unfortunately, this phenomenon lasted only for a breath. Then, the Fire Dance Thunder Strike Slash broke through the Dark Water Tide with overwhelming force and slammed into Ossen’s body.

“AHHH!!!”

Ossen cried out in pain as his entire body was torn at by immense Power. The Flame and Thunderbolt coursing through him made every pore and every cell scream in agony.

“Not good! Go!”

Mephisto shot a blast of Dark Energy toward Ossen, stabilizing his form before he could collapse. At the same time, Black Wound, who was beside him, shot forward. His incredible speed created a sonic boom, adding to the grim, murderous atmosphere of the battlefield.

“Kill!”

Melonika’s voice reached everyone’s ears as he himself moved a step ahead, arriving at Lurans’s side to intercept Black Wound.

“Let me show you my Earth Bear again!”

Miroslav cast his Magic. The ground trembled, and an eight-meter-tall giant bear, condensed entirely from rock and earth, appeared on the battlefield.

As the Earth Bear charged, it sent a swath of soldiers flying, crushing them underfoot.

Daun laughed heartily and also cast Magic, summoning a five-to-six-meter-tall Fire Element. It could fight in close quarters or spit fireballs from a distance, and its power was immense.

Following their lead, the other Mages unleashed their own Magic—Stone-Throwing Skill, Wind Blade Skill, Ice Arrow, and more—all at once.

Even the Magic Energy Cannons Lurans had brought were brought to bear. A barrage of multicolored magical attacks rained down before the Cavalry and Infantry even charged.

Broel sighed with emotion. “It’s been a long time since I fought alongside Mages. The destructive power of these human-shaped cannons is as immense as ever!”

He stopped being a spectator, drew his Longsword, and roared, “Griffin Knights, charge!”

The Griffins in the air let out shrill cries and dove down.

But the Giant Dragon was faster and fiercer.

Carlos flew to the enemy’s rear and began a baptism of Flame and frost.

Faced with so many attacks, even though Ossen’s forces had also brought a few Magic Energy Cannons, and even though his daughter-in-law Danika Purple Thunder and others were Mages, it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Amidst the ceaseless explosions, a huge swath of the Witch Soul Race soldiers was wiped out.

“It’s a Giant Dragon!”

Mephisto’s eyes were fixed on Carlos. ’It’s the imprisoned Giant Dragon that Lord Salonas mentioned!’

He never expected to see a Giant Dragon on this battlefield, much less that this Frostfire Wings was the very one he was looking for.

“Wooooo—”

Mephisto hesitated no longer. He pulled a Horn from his robes and blew it.

As the eerie sound spread, all members of the Witch Soul Race, including Ossen and Black Wound, went berserk. Even Carlos, who had been venting his fury by slaughtering the Witch Soul soldiers, was massively affected.

Dense black patterns appeared on his scales, like a giant net tightening around him, relentlessly.

Carlos couldn’t help but stagger, falling toward the ground.