The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Boom! Boom!

Iliana, Ione, Xander, Manfred, Alphonse, Tinuviel and the rest of the army looked at Basil silently as he bombarded the Demons with the bladed weapons he was controlling. He was dissatisfied with the outcome of his battle against August, so he was venting it on them.

The ground shook as craters and trenches appeared in the ground. The amount of Mana filling the area was slightly suffocating even though he didn’t blast his Mana towards the people.

Whenever a big explosion occurred, Iliana and the others would cringe meanwhile the soldiers tried their best to keep themselves standing. They had accepted the fact that they were nothing but spectators, so they didn’t even try to help him.

Swoosh!

By the time Basil stopped launching his bladed weapons, all of the Demons had died. Their disfigured bodies littered the ground, colouring it blue with their blood.

The ordinary Demons, surely, were not the focus of the Elves and the army’s attention. There was an abomination that had threatened their lives ever since they ran away from the 27th Obelisk, the Chimaera that hadn’t done anything whilst Basil was bombarding the Demons with his bladed weapons.

“Hm? Cripes…! This is ludicrous…” Alphonse muttered.

“Formidable indeed,” Manfred commented with a smirk.

“Lord Basil…this Monster…” Tinuviel mumbled softly.

When the dust cleared up, nothing obstructed the appearance of the Monster that Dantalion created. The Chimaera that had been terrorizing the Elf Army and the Frachtenhein Army could be seen covered with a dark Barrier powered by Miasma.

It was unharmed, which made it look rather outlandish since it was the only whole thing in the destroyed area. From the Mana Pressure that Basil had exuded, the people could tell how powerful his attack was, so the scene made them gulp dryly.

If a mere creation was already that formidable, they wondered if the creator was impossible to beat. This thought, of course, belonged to Tinuviel, Alphonse and their armies.

“Quite tough, huh?” Xander commented, sounding unimpressed.

“Miasma is pretty troublesome, it seems,” Iliana remarked, sounding uninterested.

“An imitation Monster that can use Miasma? Intriguing,” Ione voiced out her thought.

Those who had a rough idea of how far Basil could go weren’t impressed by the Chimaera in the slightest. As terrifying as it looked, they had seen even worse; furthermore, they knew Basil didn’t even consider it dangerous.

Their comments certainly attracted the attention of the others. None of them, however, paid any mind to the female Pacifers and Xander because their eyes were planted on Basil, who was rapidly approaching the Chimaera.

Expecting it to prepare something, the people were bemused when the Chimaera decided to keep shielding itself with the Barrier. It looked afraid of what Basil was going to do and they got to know why it was the case in the next moment.

Shatter!

With a swing of Caliburn, the Barrier that had been tough enough to block Basil’s bombardment broke into pieces. The Chimaera recoiled in surprise at the same time the people who had tasted its terror widened their eyes in bewilderment.

Burst!

It was, however, quick to act. Its goat head shot fire out of its mouth, engulfing Basil with it. The air warped due to the heat the fire produced. The people watching had to even cover themselves with Qi or Mana to prevent burns.

Because of this, the people were naturally worried about Basil’s condition. It was soon proven to be unnecessary, though, since the Barrier Basil had covering himself was strong enough to withstand the fire.

They sighed in relief upon finding Basil was unharmed and then gasped in shock and astonishment when he cut the Chimaera in two with a swing of Durendal. The ground below the Chimaera cracked open, creating a fault that extended up to three kilometres.

Thud!

As the bisected body fell to the ground, the people took their attention away from the fault and then looked at the body in doubt. They expected it to stitch itself back and then go on a rampage because of how hard the time they had spent due to its terror.

It didn’t stitch itself back but the action Basil did next made it clear to them that it was still alive.

“I know thou art watching, Dantalion. Retreat and wreak havoc somewhere else. I am not in the heart to be provoked, hence ’tis better not to test my patience.”

Basil was talking to the goat head of the Chimaera, which was the only head that wasn’t cut by his Technique earlier. Said head didn’t twitch a muscle but its pupils were constricting and dilating as its eyes stared into Basil’s.

No answer came out of the mouth of the head but Basil kept waiting. The people watching him didn’t think he was wasting his time since they, too, wanted to know what the head had to say.

The moment, fortunately, came soon after.

“No wonder Goap lost…humanity has you on their sides,” came the soft voice of a male out of the goat head. “It has been years since I last saw a male Pacifer. Greetings, the new Lord of Pacifer; my name is Dantalion, one of the former Great Dukes of Hell.”

“Heed my words, Demon.”

“Of course, Lord Basil. This one will heed your words,” Dantalion replied with a lighthearted chuckle. “In exchange, I want us to spend some time together in the future. That brilliant mind of yours sure will give me some insights into my research.”

Dantalion sounded sincerely happy at the prospect of being able to spend time talking about his research with Basil. Basil knew it wasn’t fabricated because the Guide had informed him that Dantalion had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge.

“Very well, Lord Pacifer, see you—”

Boom!

Even before Dantalion could finish his sentence, Basil blasted the goat head with his Mana. He burned the rest of the body afterwards and then joined Iliana and the others.

He was less dissatisfied than a few moments ago but there was still no one who dared to start a conversation with him. When he motioned for them to march, they complied; just like that, they reached the border and encountered Manfred’s soldiers.

….

“They are stronger than I expected.” Manfred shook his head as he looked at the bodies of his soldiers littering the ground. “No, they are stronger than what I am willing to believe.”

The Paladins and the Priests sent to intercept Basil and his supporters were already defeated; however, the amount of loss Manfred’s army suffered made him frown. The Paladins and the Priests were barely one-third of his army but they had managed to decimate two-fifths of his soldiers.

Turning his eyes to the Warriors and the rest of Basil’s supporters that had also arrived at the border, Manfred muttered, “I wonder if it would have been bigger if it hadn’t been for them.” He, once again, patted himself on the back for siding with Basil.

The amount of Seventh Circle Mages within a Kingdom was countable; at most, it was 60 people. Braxtein itself had 56 people—which now had been reduced to 38—which made it the strongest out of the Five Kingdoms.

Basil had 70 Eighth Circle Mages and 18 Seventh Circle Mages on his side, which was alarming considering what a single Eighth Circle Mage could do. He was also dangerous by himself since, despite being a Seventh Circle Mage, he could almost defeat a Ninth Circle Mage.

If Basil wanted to, Manfred was sure he could take over Braxtein. He didn’t, however, which made it even more terrifying. Manfred wondered what Basil was trying to achieve and he couldn’t figure it out. He knew it was something, though, so he swore to remain on Basil’s side.

“We should be able to handle the situation here. We will cooperate with the Elf to defend Padeitophys. You should go, Basil. I am sure you need to do something in Huaxia.”

As Manfred was busy organizing his army, Anthony was talking with Basil. The initial plan was for Basil to accompany them to Padeitophys before Basil left for Huaxia; he was suggesting Basil immediately left for Huaxia and left everything to them.

Basil would have done that even without Anthony suggesting him if he had nothing to do there; however, it wasn’t the case. Some people whom he wanted to meet were waiting for him in Padeitophys. Besides…

“Worry not, my friend. That wretch shall not come at us for a few weeks.”

“How so?”

“He knoweth his life’s worth—a threat was enough to deter him.”

“….”

As usual, Anthony was speechless at the thing Basil had managed to do. He had thought that he would get used to Basil’s abnormality after so long but he became even more bewildered the more he saw what Basil was capable of doing.

“Lad, everything is ready. Sorry to make you wait,” Manfred said as he walked over.

Waving his hand lightly, Basil replied, “We shall get moving then.”

“Right. Let me—”

“Just stay where you are, Manfred,” Basil stopped Manfred who was about to lead his troops.

Before he could ask anything, Xander turned to Basil and nodded his head, “The preparation is ready, My Lord.”

“Commence!”

An overwhelming amount of Mana descended upon the place after Basil’s command. A huge Teleportation Magic Circle appeared on the ground below the people, powered by the Mana of Basil’s Warriors.

Knowing what would happen, everyone stood in their place uprightly. In the next moment, a blinding light engulfed them, taking them away from the place when it died down.

“This is…?”

“The air…so fresh.”

“The amount of Mana in the air boggles my mind.”

When they regained their vision, they were greeted by gigantic trees surrounding them like guardians; they had arrived at the Teleportation Field of Padeitophys. First-timers were astonished by how clear the air was and how rich the Mana was in it.

“Welcome, Lord Basil. It has been a while.”

When Estel, the Chieftain of the Phosdio Clan greeted Basil, the humans stopped paying to the scenery. They looked at the elderly Elf who was bowing politely in wonder.

“Have they arrived, Estel?”

“One heeded my request and one didn’t,” Estel answered regretfully. Brightening up in the next moment, she added, “However, Lord Basil, this one guarantees his people’s whole cooperation if you manage to convince him.”

“I thank thee for the favour.”

“Ah, that is not necessary.” Estel waved her hand, flustered. “Kuhum! Very well, Lord Basil, I think it is time for you to meet him. Siofra is currently talking to him but I am sure he can’t wait any longer to see you.”

Motioning for Estel to lead the way, Basil followed her to her private garden, leaving the people behind. Once they reached there, they found Siofra talking with a man with short stature but full of muscles; he was clad in a simple armour that was covered by a black furry jacket.

Upon sensing Basil’s presence, he stood up from his seat and turned to face Basil.

“You are tall…and big.”

This was one of the people whom Basil wanted to meet—the Emperor of the Dwarves, Heragon Axellin.