The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Drip. Drip.

Ignoring Scylla’s soul-shaking shout, Basil looked at his bleeding hand. The power [Heaven Piercer] had contained was more than what his body could handle, so his right index finger was sacrificed in the process.

Fortunately, the sacrifice of his index finger wasn’t for naught. Charybdis had been defeated (somehow), so he didn’t have to mind about the whirlpool that was gradually devouring them.

Using True Light Magic, Basil regenerated his right index finger. The moment it reappeared, Basil immediately took out Durendal that he had previously stored before performing [Heaven Piercer].

Pointing Durendal at Scylla’s direction in the next moment, he shouted, “Stop playing the shy kitty, and come here. Watching us floating around while hoping the sea will swallow us one day will not get you anywhere.”

“You have a loud mouth, don’t you, Pacifer?” Scylla replied spitefully.

“The reality suggests otherwise, unfortunately.”

As she saw Basil’s irritating smile, Scylla couldn’t help clenching her bident tightly. She really wanted to throw it at him, but she knew it worked better in her hand, so she stomped the urge down immediately.

Exhaling softly after taking a deep breath, Scylla calmed herself down. She knew Basil was purposefully provoking her to make her lose her composure, so she wanted to keep a calm mind.

Tap!

Slamming the butt of her bident to the rock she was standing on, tens of thousands of Aquatic Demons suddenly appeared in the water. They immediately swam towards the gigantic ship the humans were on the moment she pointed her bident towards it.

“You know what you have to do,” Basil said to the people he commanded.

Due to the amount of people they had lost to Scylla’s mind-destroying scream and the Sirens, the people nodded their head reluctantly at Basil’s words. They were naturally worried of the Formation’s dynamic now that it had lost many people.

Basil, despite knowing their worry, chose to ignore it. The only bad thing the people’s death had done to the Formation was giving him less Energy to exploit, so he was sure the people were bound to know that nothing happened to it soon.

Splash!

The moment the first line of Aquatic Demons jumped to latch onto hull the ship, the battle resumed. They were quite weak, fortunately, so the humans were having quite an easy time facing them despite their number.

The goal of the Aquatic Demons were the same: get on the ship of the humans. While some were smart enough to throw projectiles at them, Basil still couldn’t help scoffing at how stupid the Demons were for not thinking about sinking the ship.

Being an experienced individual, of course, he knew why they didn’t think of that. They were, after all, an insignificant part of the Domain, which was the extension of the owner’s subconsciousness that didn’t possess consciousness on their own.

They were there simply to exist. They couldn’t do anything other than what they were designed to do: climb the ship of the enemy.

Their existence was the same as the golden grass covering the ground of Basil’s Domain. Just like how Basil couldn’t order the grass where to sway, Scylla also couldn’t tell how the Aquatic Demons should attack Basil and the others.

Frustrating as it might seem, Scylla didn’t care about it at all. Just like how many great things Basil could do with his Domain despite the fact he couldn’t decide where the grass should sway, Scylla could do greater things in her Domain to defeat Basil.

“It is time for me to end this lad,” Scylla huffed coldly.

Slamming the butt of her bident to the rock she was standing on, the rock immediately sailed through the sea, heading towards Basil. Both of the people developed a smile: one out of disdain, whereas the other one out of glee.

The moment they were merely separated by 50 metres, both of them swung their swords. Basil swung Caliburn upwards, whereas Scylla swung her bident to the right.

In the next moment, a pair of gigantic, ethereal, golden hands emerged from the sea; ready to entrap Scylla in them. On Basil’s side, tentacles made out of water appeared on each side of the bow, ready to split the ship apart.

As Scylla blasted the golden hands with her Miasma, Basil used Ice Magic to freeze the tentacles. The moment the golden hands were dispersed, Basil had also reduced the frozen tentacles to fine dust.

“An Omni-Element, huh? What a monster,” Scylla remarked.

“A little bit ironic considering what you are, don’t you think, Scylla?”

“Belongs to none of the existing species, I am just a creature. I don’t look as hideous as what I call Monsters, but yes, you can call me Monster.”

“No, Scylla, you are indeed not a monster.” Basil shook his head faintly. “You are but a daughter who was sacrificed for her father’s ambition.”

Boom!

A gigantic sphere of water was shot towards Basil with an absurd force. Deacon, luckily, had prepared his air sphere, so it could be destroyed even before it touched the hull of the ship.

Despite managing to intercept the water sphere just in time, however, the impact the sphere caused was strong enough to push the ship slightly to the back.

Everyone was surprised by the sudden movement. Regardless, the dynamic of the battle remained unaffected.

“What do you know about my life?” Scylla muttered venomously.

“Is it a rhetoric or a genuine question?”

“Hmph! An ignorant human dare to act all-knowing? Ludicrous!”

“I know about you—more than you expected.” Basil smiled. “Scylla, the daughter of Hecate—the child that was born for the sake of fulfilling her role as the experiment subject of the research of her mother, the Goddess of Necromancy.”

Scylla’s eyes immediately turned murderous as she slammed the butt of her bident to the rock. The water behind her immediately rose up, slowly assuming the form of a snake-like dragon.

Uncaring to her visible ire, Basil kept talking. “Her mother conducted an experiment on the creation of a biological weapon, Charybdis, that could only be manned by an offspring of the God of the sea, Poseidon.”

Crossing Caliburn and Durendal, Basil sympathetically added, “The victim of her immoral parents, who had failed to perceive the meaning of a priceless treasure … Scylla is the undesired child of Gods.”

“I know… But, that doesn’t mean you have to rub it on my face!”

The snake-like water dragon rose to the sky until it found a perfect distance where it could aim its attack at Basil. It opened its mouth widely, quickly gathering Mana in it, then condense the Mana into an absurdly destructive ball of Energy.

At the same time, Basil and Deacon were also preparing themselves to fight off the dragon’s attack. Basil charged an enormous amount of Qi into Caliburn and Durendal, meanwhile Deacon opened his mouth widely to create his strongest air sphere.

“[Dimension Shredder]!”

“[Mini Black Hole]!”

The moment the two had finished their preparation, they immediately sent their Technique and Art towards the wannabe dragon at the same time it shot its ball of Energy towards them.

Basil’s Technique: [Dimension Shredder] made contact first with the shining ball of Energy. The silvery blue light strip and the golden light strip that was Basil’s Technique suddenly disappeared, then shredded the sky until it a black hole appeared in the sky of the Domain.

Despite that being the case, unfortunately, it didn’t manage to destroy the Energy Ball. It could only stop it just long enough to let Deacon’s Art: [Mini Black Hole] make a contact with the Energy Ball.

By this point, the black hole that Basil had created in the sky of Scylla’s Domain was already closed.

The air sphere Deacon sent, which was his first Art, was trying to contain the Energy ball, and thanks to Basil’s Technique for weakening it, the sphere succeeded, and weakened it even further.

It was apparent to Basil, however, Deacon’s Art wouldn’t last long, so he immediately prepared to perform an Art that would be enough to destroy the weakened Energy Ball with Durendal.

“Where are you looking at?!”

Unfortunately, just as he raised Durendal, Scylla did the unexpected by rushing at him through the water. Her bident was pointed at him; in the middle of its two prongs, there was a similar but smaller version of the Energy ball that the water dragon had shot.

As Basil widened his eyes in shock, Scylla smirked gleefully. The water of the sea was slowly cutting the part of the bow where Basil was standing on as an attempt to separate him from the others.

‘Die, die, die!’ she screamed in her mind.

She had never been enraged this much after her own father, Poseidon, disowned her. Her rage had been quelled years ago when she established a friendship with Goap, but Basil reminded her that she wasn’t ready to let the matter go.

The closer she got to Basil, the wider her grin got. She was excited by the thought of killing him.

Basil had reminded her why she should never forgive her father, who had convinced her mother to do such a thing to her. She strangely felt killing him would be the same as exacting revenge on her father.

Clap!

Scylla’s gleeful grin instantly disappeared the moment two gigantic, ethereal golden hands clasped her bident; dispersing the sphere of Miasma she had planned to use to obliterate Basil.

In a split second, what had been supposed to happen turned into a mere sweet dream to escape the harsh reality. Bewildered at first, she immediately gnashed her teeth the moment she saw Basil’s condescending smirk.

“People are vulnerable in two situations: when they are angry, and when they are excited. I don’t know what excited you, but thank you for falling into my trap.”

The real reason why Basil had raised Durendal was because he was in the process of exercising Asia, or rather, Vagus’ Art: [Derailing Charm] to stun the distraught Scylla. She didn’t expect it at all, so she fell directly into his trap.

‘PACIFER!’

Scylla, this time, could only scream in her mind since Asia had gotten a complete hold on her. “Entranced” by Basil’s charm, she could only curse loudly in her mind as she saw Basil activate his Art: [Mountain Cleaver].

Never had she imagined she would fall for such a simple trick. She had thought that very Art would be sent to the water dragon instead of her, but the reality once again showed her it was not always what she perceived.

‘I should have questioned why that dog is looking upwards,’ she thought as she looked at Deacon, who had destroyed the Energy ball with his air sphere. ‘I shouldn’t have approached this lad,’ she regretted her decision.

Flash!

When Durendal and Caliburn were swung down—just as the destructive Qi the two swords discharged made a contact with her skin; for the second time in her life, she tasted the bitterness of being a failure.