The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Standing in the middle line, the Mages of the reinforcement army that were led by Lawson vigorously sent their Spells at the Demons. Thousands were killed by the Spells, rising the spirit of the other soldiers in result.

Lawson, who was casting a wide range Spell, turned his eyes to Basil who was riding Deacon to one of the remaining two Great Generals, Bassaret. Behind him were Edward and six Legion Commanders who wanted to support him.

Iliana and Ione had long gotten down from Deacon, so they didn’t join him in his fight. Both of them were teaming up against any Demon coming at them, away from the frontmost line of the army.

“To think that we have this many geniuses… I am touched.”

Lawson bit his lower lip to prevent himself from exploding in glee. He still hadn’t recovered from the surprising outcome of the leap of faith and the fact that Basil had identified Charybdis, so he was quite pumped up about the conclusion of the battle.

As weird as it was to him, he found Basil’s presence reassuring. His fierce and effective way of fight made him feel as if their victory was guaranteed.

“Basil is amazing, but I think you still have to focus on your fight.”

Awakened from his thought, Lawson turned his head to the side. “Ah, Headmistress Jacinda! It is good to see that you are here … Well, it’s good to see that you are already freed from the ‘jail.'” He chuckled awkwardly.

Jacinda merely smiled faintly, and reminded him of his finished Spell. Nodding his head, Lawson immediately launched the Spell at the crowd of Demons in front of him.

BOOM!

An orange light enveloped the area in front of him, covering hundreds of Middle Class Demons like a dome. The light solidified as if a mist, then swirled as it disintegrated the Demons it covered.

The explosion lasted for 10 seconds. When it disappeared, it revealed a wide and deep crater on the ground along with the Demon remains that the explosion didn’t manage to destroy.

BOOM!

The same Spell was launched in the next moment, but it was bigger and more lethal. Jacinda, as the caster, merely watched coldly as her Spell eliminated thousands of Demons.

The sound of the Spell was heard throughout the battlefield, meanwhile the shockwave swept the battlefield. Everyone became even more hyped; their spirit burned even brighter than when Basil and the reinforcement Army had first appeared.

CRACK!

Just as they thought the battle wouldn’t get more exciting, Basil surprised them by striking Bassaret with a lightning bolt that was strong enough to crack open the ground they were standing on.

“Uwoogghhh!”

“Basil Pacifer!”

Their excitement was amplified the moment they saw Bassaret sprawled on the ground while clutching his torn arm. Although the lightning bolt had failed to instantly kill him, it had still stunned him to the point he could barely move.

He lifted his head to look at Basil, and widened his eyes in horror when he saw Basil lift Durendal. He was trying his best to stand up, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t get his feet to move.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

“Victory to our Kingdom!”

“Color this day with their blood!”

Knowing the fact that one of the seemingly untouchable Great Generals was about to be killed by the prodigy who took the Kingdom by storm, the people fought even fiercer. Their fear had already long gone; they could only see victory in front of their eyes.

Clank!

Just as Basil swung down Durendal however, Jerion suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking it. He had escaped his fight with Anthony and decided to have a go against Basil because he deemed Basil more interesting.

This toned the people’s excitement down a little bit, but the excitement would dramatically rise the moment they witnessed how Basil’s fight with Jerion unfolded.

“You killed Cabalen, didn’t you?” Jerion asked.

“You can tell?” Basil smirked and swung Durendal to the side.

Clank!

Jerion was pushed back for a couple of steps, and he couldn’t help slight widening his eyes at the power Basil had displayed. It was very weird to him that a mere Fifth Circle Mage and Peak Stage Blue Core Knight could possess that power.

“Bassaret, you should face that bearded Violet Core Knight. I will handle this human myself,” he said with a grin.

Bassaret didn’t say anything, but he quickly got up and dashed towards Zander, who was actively killing Upper Middle Class Demons here and there. They clashed in the next moment, creating yet another sight to behold.

“Now, why don’t you remove the nuisances on your side before we start our battle?” Jerion smiled coldly.

Boom!

A sickening Mana Pressure of his Demonic Mana overwhelmed the area surrounding him, washing Demons and humans alike in fear. Basil wasn’t fazed in the slightest, but Edward and the Legion Commanders supporting him from the back were.

Their hands trembled in shock as their soul was shaking in terror. They really wanted to run away from Basil; remaining in their position felt so hard with the ominous feeling grasping their heart.

“Go make a distance—I don’t need your assistance anymore. No Monsters will be stupid enough to approach us and interfere our fight.”

They felt bad for feeling happy hearing those words, but their body was honest. Even without saying anything to Basil, Edward and the Legion Commanders immediately dashed away from him.

The Demons that were previously surrounding Basil and Jerion had also run away—even before Edward and the Legion Commanders did.

“What is your dog doing here?” Jerion gestured at Deacon.

“Deacon…”

“But, Master. Let me—”

Plop!

Basil interrupted Deacon by throwing him the Wyvern heart he had gotten from the treasure room of Goap’s Obelisk. Deacon immediately chewed it, and widened his eyes in surprise when he felt the amazing amount of Mana it contained.

“Go somewhere else. Digest it while fighting to the best you can.”

Deacon wanted to refuse, but eventually nodded his head. “Understood, Master. I can’t wait for you to take his head with you.” Under Jerion’s eyes that were filled with amusement, he left immediately.

Boom!

Immediately materializing his five Grand Circles as he unleashed the Qi he had ben suppressing the entire time, Basil almost blasted Jerion with his pressure alone. His Grand Circles attracted so much Mana, they distorted the air.

“You… I was sceptical when I heard a brat named Basil Pacifer had killed Cabalen, but I now admit I am absolutely wrong,” Jerion remarked. “Your absurd prowess makes me want to think that you really are a Pacifier, which is a problem since you are a male.”

Basil merely sneered at the remark. In the next moment, he activated [Synchronization] as he channeled his Qi into Durendal.

His eyes shone brightly in blue as blue veins that were filled with dense Qi appeared on his body. The aura he was exuding was, with no doubt, destructive and repulsive to anyone that was swept by the shockwave.

Jerion cackled madly at that, and immediately took out his blue spear. He charged at Basil as he thrust his spear at him, whereas Basil stayed in his place and swung Durendal down.

Clank!

Boom!

The first clash between them, which involved nothing but raw power, produced an aftermath that was unbelievable of such. The ground was split apart the moment Jerion’s spear was slammed into it; the rumble could be felt throughout the battlefield.

Whoosh!

A shockwave that was more powerful than the one Lawson and Jacinda’s wide range Spell had produced swept the entire battlefield, winding up those who weren’t firmly standing on the ground far from them.

Goap and Scylla hadn’t joined the fray yet, but the clash between the two people had already caused such a disturbance in the battlefield. They couldn’t imagine how fierce the decisive battle with the two Demons would be.

“That was a good parry.” Jerion smiled, then swung his spear upwards.

Basil immediately retracted Durendal, and jumped a few steps back before stepping aside. A small trench was carved on the ground in the next moment as the aftermath of that simple action of Jerion.

Coating Durendal with Wind Magic, this time, Basil charged at Jerion. The Demon readied his spear to stop him from coming any closer, but landing a hit on him was harder than the Demon had expected.

Clank! Clank!

Being an experienced fighter, Jerion immediately admitted his defeat in technique. His Spear Style was way too crude compared to Basil’s Sword Style, so he decided to finally utilize some of his Demonic Arts.

The air humidity suddenly rose dramatically, meanwhile water was rapidly coalescing above his head. Instead of taking a distance so he could defend himself however, Basil used the situation as a chance to use one of his Arts.

Zap!

Boom!

A lightning bolt descended from the sky and headed towards Jerion in a flash. The fact that the air was humid made it easier to travel through the air.

Although, in the end, it struck the ground instead of Jerion, it was enough to irk him to the point of making him cancel his Demonic Art and took a distance away. Basil caught up to him in a second, and he could barely block Durendal due to how quick it was.

Sparks flew off as Durendal scraped the surface of his spear’s shaft. His eyes darkened the moment he noticed it was faintly chipped.

“This sword… It’s Durendal! How could you—”

Whoosh!

Before he could finish his sentence, Jerion was surprised by how easy it was for Basil to almost fling his spear. His defense was left open in result; he became even more bewildered when he found his body didn’t move according to his command.

[Haywire]!

Fully convinced that he wouldn’t be able to take control of his body yet, Jerion blew himself to the back with Wind Magic. That managed to prevent Basil from taking his head off, however he still got his chest cut.

Spurt!

Ignoring his bleeding chest, Jerion tried to find what was wrong with his body. That was when he realized the motor nerves within his body were messed up.

He didn’t know a way to fix it yet, but he was confident he would be able to adapt to it. Landing on the ground softly, he immediately stood up, and finally utilized his Miasma.

He was about to cast a Curse that would greatly help him in his situation, but he immediately keeled over as the wound on his chest bled even more instead of healing.

He looked down at his chest, and found his wound gradually getting bigger. Turning to the rapidly approaching Basil, Jerion’s eyes darkened as he realized how terrifying his Arts were.