Reincarnated Hero System

Unfortunately for the unnamed Dullahan, Evan was prepared for it and had spun around to generate momentum, even jumping off the ground slightly to deliver a ‘fracture’ to the undead.

The boy’s fist had slammed into its torso with more force than it had ever felt ever since it became an undead, followed by a burst of lightning that shattered its armour into pieces.

Naturally, the force of an enhanced B- strength stat easily overwhelmed the Dullahan’s C+ durability, shaving off more than half of its ‘life’ with that one strike.

Shockwaves spread out into the surroundings, with the knights teaming up to create defensive aura walls to prevent the shockwaves from reaching the civilians behind them.

One can only imagine the looks of shock on their faces when their aura-generated barriers cracked slightly, with even the leader of the knights shaking his head with a wry smile on his face.

As for Evan, he naturally didn’t let the Dullahan go so easily, picking up his sword and chasing after its body that had been sent flying through the forest.

He avoided the falling trees and jumped over the cracked tree stumps, his pupils darting around and catching sight of each splinter of wood that flew towards his face, right before his left hand moved to swat them away.

In no time at all, he caught up to the Dullahan’s fallen body that was struggling to get up, taking slow and steady steps towards the creature as he spoke.

“A high-level undead like you should be able to speak, shouldn’t you?

Mind telling me where your ‘creator’ is?”

Evan scanned the area where it had fallen as he walked, noticing its head rolled to one side and its weapon not far off from it.

“…”

“Not talking?”

The undead creature remained silent despite Evan’s urging, with the young hero walking closer to it while twirling his sword in his fingers.

The moment Evan got within two metres of the creature, his instincts screamed at him and he hurriedly activated his elemental shield, with the spherical barrier of earth forming just in time to protect him from the Dullahan’s cleaver that suddenly shot towards him.

“Weapon control? Nice.”

With those words, Evan coated the Unforged in bright red flames and swung it down, slicing the Dullahan’s body in two and setting it ablaze.

“Kiaaa-!”

The Dullahan’s strange scream was cut short as Evan flicked his arm towards the direction of its head, generating a sword of energy and sending it flying through the undead’s helmet-clad head.

“Level 200 undead are showing up on these backlines already? Just what in tarnation is happening in the other parts of the Duchy?”

Evan asked out loud as he turned around and walked towards the evacuating citizens, meeting up with the leader of the knights and the town guard captain halfway.

“You done?”

“Yep. You could have killed that thing, you know? Why stress me out?”

“We got held up by the ones up front. They weren’t all that individually, but their numbers were a bit of a headache.”

“Yeah, right. Like that much undead is a headache for someone like you.”𝑜𝓋𝐿xt.𝗇𝓔t

The Knight’s leader gave a wry smile upon hearing Evan’s reply as the two walked side by side, with the Town guard captain silently collecting Evan’s sword and clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“What did I tell you about using magic on this thing before I was done with maintenance?”

“…”

The young hero silently averted his gaze from the man, with the knight leader bursting out in laughter as he watched the scene of how a boy strong enough to kill a level 200 monster in just two hits reeled back when faced with the intensity of the blacksmith who maintained his weapon for him.

The other knights all saw this scene that they had become familiar with over the past few days, with wry smiles appearing on their faces as they watched Evan try to make up excuses to the town guard cum blacksmith.

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To understand why the knights considered this scene to be familiar, a little light has to be shed on the actions of the young hero and his party ever since they got into the Cheverton Duchy.

After leaving Osto, the Anomalies travelled as fast as possible, making their way over to the border between Hobha and the Great Western Empire, with the pass they revived from the Viscount making it easier for them as they didn’t have to deal with a few nuisances like waiting in lines to pass through city gates or dealing with territorial border security.

The moment they got to the Great Western Empire’s border, Evan tossed the pass into his inventory and brought out his insignia, identifying himself as a member of the Eris Ducal Family, much to the shock of the border officials.

Their shock only grew when Evan’s identity was confirmed, with the lord of the border city coming out to greet him in person.

Evan only made his intentions to head to the nearby Cheverton Duchy be known to the Count who offered to help him make arrangements for his smooth travels, changing out the carriage and horses for him before they set off towards Cheverton the next morning.

In return for his help, Evan unlocked a hidden piece he knew of from the game and gave him the artifact which could be gotten from there, which was actually the border Count’s missing family heirloom.

And then, by the 1st of April, the Anomalies officially arrived at the Cheverton Duchy.

The Cheverton Duchy was the largest Duchy in the Great Western Empire, with its massive landmass making it larger than a lot of the Alpha continent’s smaller Countries.

From the border city that they were in, moving over to Bultom was bound to take them around 5 to 7 days at the very least, so Evan had in mind that he was going to arrive in Bultom by the 9th of April.

However, those plans changed when he saw the situation in Cheverton with his own eyes.

And thus, it ended up with Evan still not having reached Bultom despite the fact that nearly three weeks had passed.

Of course, the boy’s sudden change in plans caused a lot of problems, especially for the external forces he had called up to help deal with the situation like the Church of Artemisia and the mages of Kasteblum.