The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Zzz!

Basil’s surroundings were covered in electricity. Although it was negligible, he had to still pay attention to it, lest he would get stunned.

Fire, at this point, had completely engulfed the entire Golden Peak. The golden vegetation was losing their colour; they were turning black because of the fire.

The Dragon was fond of Fire Magic, so anything it did other than producing fire was just a distraction. Just like the electricity in his surroundings, the Dragon also used Wind Magic, Ice Magic, Earth Magic and many others to distract him.

Of course, none of them worked.

“[Diatyor]!”

Thousands of ice stakes the size of a man fell from the sky. All of them were heading towards Basil at an unimaginable speed to a Yellow Core Knight—fast enough to make one lose track of them.

Basil could see them as if they were moving in slow motion; his face remained stoic as he gazed at them. He brandished Caliburn swiftly, producing a curved Mana Blade that was powerful enough to disintegrate all of the ice stakes at once.

Looking at the scene, the Dragon couldn’t help sweating internally. It could do much more than what it was doing; but thanks to Basil’s Dragon Killer’s Intent, its suppressed soul didn’t allow it to do what it could.

“Is it scary?”

“[Kalyopí]!”

The moment Basil appeared before the Dragon, it immediately told him to die. It wasn’t its first time startled by him, so it also wasn’t its first time saying the same thing.

Basil felt a hand grasping his heart soon after. It was about to squeeze his heart when he thwarted it with [One With Nature], like what he had always done to the Dragon’s attack.

Although it seemed that Basil was undefeated, he was pretty much already at his limit. [One With Nature] provided his soul protection and gave him limitless Mana supply, but put a really great burden on his soul.

If the battle stretched out any longer, he would risk damaging his soul. He had damaged his soul once and he wanted to make it the last time, so he rushed to finish the battle.

“[Heaven Piercer]!”

Warp!

A golden beam came out of the tip of Durendal. Basil had combined his Art and Caliburn’s True Light Magic, creating an extremely lethal attack.

The Dragon, even without sensing how much power the beam had, could already tell it would die if it was hit. It immediately erected a thick earthen wall and covered it with its immense Mana.

“Nothing it shalt not be able to pierce,” Basil muttered.

The beam shattered the Mana Barrier and pierced through the earthen wall. The Dragon was alarmed and immediately put its wings before it to shelter itself.

The wings managed to hold the beam off for a couple of seconds, but they gave up in the end. Piercing through the wings, the beam hit its chest.

Rawr!

It roared painfully as the beam melted its scales and dug into its skin. Luckily for it, however, the beam dispersed just before it managed to puncture its chest.

Growling madly, it was about to destroy the earthen wall it had erected and flew straight towards Basil when said Pacifer showed up before it. Its slitted pupils immediately constricted in alarm as its mind raced to think about what it should do.

Burst!

Blue fire came out of its mouth, forcing Basil to take a step back, lest he would get burned to crisp. The Dragon used this as a chance to teleport itself.

In a flash, the Dragon disappeared and reappeared in the air. It was, however, no longer flapping its wings; it was flying with the help of Wind Magic since its wings were damaged.

“To think no man can fly is flawed methinks,” Basil remarked

Again, the Dragon’s pupils constricted. It didn’t know when Basil arrived there since it didn’t feel Basil’s presence until it heard his voice.

“[Skotchení báil]!”

Hundreds of fireballs the size of a hut appeared in the air. They flew towards Basil the moment the Dragon willed them to.

Basil, who didn’t want to waste anymore time, finally utilized Kusanagi after moving Durendal’s Sword Soul into it. With his Aura Ability, he willed it to redirect all of the fireballs using Wind Magic.

Whoosh!

It happened instantly. The fireballs turned against their creator, much to their creator’s bafflement.

The Dragon, however, wasn’t worried. It had the strongest Affinity with Fire Element, so it was sure nothing would happen even if it let the fireballs hit it.

That was what it did and it instantly regretted it.

Screech!

Rawr!

Hiding behind the fireballs was Basil, who was ready to shred the Dragon to pieces. Kusanagi, powered by the absurd cutting power Durendal’s Sword Soul had, created thousands of wind blades that were as sharp as Durendal.

A lot of Mana was used up; Basil’s heart was arduously pumping Mana, but the effect the attack showed was worth the pain. The Dragon’s sturdy skin was cut, meanwhile, its hard scales were peeled off.

“Keuk… This shalt not go on. My soul can only bear this much.”

Basil stopped his onslaught and then crossed Durendal and Caliburn. He channeled his Qi into them as he deactivated [One With Nature].

He had abstained himself from using any Hidden Ability of his swords that he could access thanks to [Synchronisation] because he knew everything should end when he did that.

He wasn’t sure before, but he was sure now that the Dragon was already injured quite heavily. He was going to use one of the Hidden Abilities his swords had to offer.

“[Nerve-wracking]!” This was Durendal’s, or rather, Asia’s which originally belonged to Vagus.

“[The Light That Cuts The Shadow]!” This was Caliburn’s; the one that Basil had used to cut Scylla.

“Human, do you think I will just let you?! May this Curse haunt you—”

​ “I am tired of getting cursed.”

Durendal was brandished first. The air was split—a vacuum was created in the sky—but there was nothing worthy of note other than that.

… At least, until the ethereal blade reached the Dragon.

“Keuk! This is…!”

Each one of its nerves was fried and overwhelmed with commands. The pain it felt was insurmountable and it could do nothing about it other than spasming.

It could still utilize Magic, luckily, so it could remain afloat. Unfortunately for it, Caliburn was swung in the next moment.

Brrr!

It could immediately feel an overwhelming aura of death rapidly approaching. It hated everything that was happening to it currently, but it thanked the fact that [Nerve-wracking] didn’t allow it to scream—it really wanted to.

With eyes widened in shock and pupils reduced to the size of a stick, the Dragon met its doom. As its life withered away, a blinding golden light illuminated the Golden Peak, making it worthy of its name once again.

…

Just a few moments before Basil ended the Dragon’s life, Tinuviel and the others dared themselves to climb to the peak. The pressure was worse than before, but they could already stand on their feet and move freely.

“We are going first!”

Just as she thought she was on the same boat as the rest of the people, Tinuviel was, once again, shocked by the absurdity of the member of Pacifer Clan. While the others could barely stabilize themselves, Iliana and Ione could already run.

Tinuviel’s competitive side couldn’t just see it happen. She calmed her racing heart down and also rushed to the peak, gradually catching up to the two female Pacifers.

Looking at that, Cyane and Aegnor, too, didn’t want to lose. They immediately pushed themselves up and stormed off.

All of them had forgotten that they had subordinates to mind.

“Master Basil is still fighting with the Dragon—I wonder if he will be alright,” Tinuviel said solemnly.

“He IS alright,” Iliana responded. “If he wasn’t, his presence should’ve gone long ago.”

“Professor Basil is doing well—too wel if I may add,” Ione chimed in. “Can’t you feel it? There is another heavy pressure blocking the overwhelming pressure of the Dragon.”

“He is full of surprise, isn’t he?” Cyane remarked bitterly. “I don’t feel worthy to be called the strongest young Knight anymore.”

No one said a thing at Cyane’s remark, because they had never felt he deserved his title. They didn’t want to hurt his already wounded heart, so staying silent was their way of being considerate.

Brrr!

“Huh? What is that?!”

“This power…”

“True Light Magic—Impossible!”

“The fight is finally concluded, huh?”

When [The Light That Cuts The Shadow] struck the Dragon, Iliana and the others stopped in their tracks. They stared at the golden light in astonishment and then closed their eyes as they bathed themselves in it.

The mountain shook as the light illuminated the peak; but instead of destroying, it gave life to it. The golden vegetation that had been charred black by the Dragon regrew, regaining its golden colour back.

The light lasted for fifteen seconds. When it disappeared, the warmth that enveloped those basking in it also disappeared.

A breeze passed them, carrying the aura of life that refreshed their mind. By the time they realized it, the mountain had become livelier.

‘This is the power of the male Pacifer, huh? What a really good choice we have made to establish a relationship with him,’ Tinuviel thought in amazement.

‘Basil Pacifer … He is dangerous. It is better for our Kingdom to not provoke Braxtein; if we did, only nightmare would accompany our night. That is, if we still even have the privilege to sleep,’ Cyane mused solemnly.

As Iliana and Ione continued climbing, the others followed suit.

Cyane, just in case, took out Joyeuse on their way. A blinding light illuminated his surroundings the moment he took it out, attracting the people’s attention.

Unlike Durendal, Joyeuse still had its sheath. The sheath was made of gold and decorated by five crystals. The sword itself was simple. Its hilt was made of gold and the blade was made of Vanadium.

“I hope there is still a chance for me to show off the might of Joyeuse,” Cyane muttered.

The moment the people arrived at the peak where Basil fought the Dragon, they were greeted by the scene that they could never erase from their mind.

The Dragon’s body was littered with cuts. There were tens of holes in it and more than ten swords were stuck in it.

Standing before the dead body was Basil and Deacon on his side. His back was facing them; although they knew it was him, the golden halo behind him made them wonder if he was an angel.