Chapter 46: Heaven’s Murderous Intent, Hero’s Wrath

The battle-hardened Deputy Commander Tebili was suddenly attacked. Before he even had time to think about where this giant sword came sweeping in from, he hastily raised his weapon to parry.

But Tebili’s overconfidence ultimately brought about a fatal consequence that could not be undone!

It wasn’t until he raised his weapon that the Mercenary Deputy Commander suddenly realized he hadn’t discarded his lance for a sabre. Right now, what he held in his hands was not a solid and reliable sabre forged from refined steel, but the thick lance he had always been so incredibly proud of! And this standard-issue lance only had a layer of metal wrapped around its tip; the shaft was made entirely of easily splintered oak!

As a result, the Rune Steel Sword, weighing a full ten kilograms, easily cleaved through the lance’s fragile shaft. Then, with unrelenting momentum, it slammed viciously into Tebili’s chest, which was clad in Leather Armor!

Although the thick leather, steeped in special oils, barely managed to block the cutting edge of the Rune Sword Blade, it simply couldn’t completely neutralize the majestic, overwhelming force transmitted from the strike. With just this heavy blow from the Rune Giant Sword, Tebili felt all the air in his chest squeezed—no, smashed—right out of him! The immense impact instantly spread through his body along his spine. Without any suspense, the undefeated deputy commander of the "Desolate Wind," a veteran of a hundred battles, let out a weird yelp and passed out. Only then was he knocked off his horse by the residual force of the strike, crashing powerlessly to the ground.

Having crushed the enemy in a single strike, the heavily armored Death Knight Clement did not hesitate in the slightest. Hefting the heavy Rune Giant Sword, he turned and charged toward the nearest enemy cavalryman.

Clement didn’t know where these attackers came from, but he didn’t need to know! He had already seen countless citizens of the territory die beneath their sabres. He had seen the blood and corpses littering the ground. He had also seen the Lord’s personal maid get her throat pierced by that bastard’s lance just moments ago. Therefore, these bastards had only one identity: they were enemies of the Lord!

Thus, they would be killed without exception!

Even after slumbering in the dark underground for a full eight hundred years, the burning blood of loyalty and belligerence still surged within the cold body of the Thorn Knight, Juan Clement! Despite all their calculations, the cavalrymen of the "Desolate Wind" Mercenary Corps had completely failed to anticipate that such a mighty and tyrannical Heavy Armor Warrior was hidden within the Igor Family’s convoy.

Spotting this large target, the "Desolate Wind" cavalrymen quickly reacted. Brandishing their sabres and leveling their lances, they swiftly organized a counter-charge against Clement! But their normally unstoppable cavalry charge finally slammed into an impenetrable wall of iron and copper.

Who was Juan Clement? He was a top-tier tin can with unbelievably thick full-body armor and an overwhelmingly heavy Rune Greatsword. If he just shouldered a cannon, he could practically go to the Suligao Strait and trade fire with Neon Battleships!

In the face of true heavy armor, the tide of flashy techniques suddenly receded, revealing which Martial Artists were swimming naked! Within a mere minute, the "Desolate Wind" Knights rained countless overwhelming attacks down on Clement, yet they failed to leave even a single scratch on his pitch-black heavy armor!

On the contrary, Juan Clement—this primitive Otherworld version of Tony Stark completely wrapped in Nether Magic Metal—swung his arms fiercely in the same posture as King Kong swatting airplanes atop the Empire State Building. Wherever his hard arm guards made contact, thrusting lances snapped and slashing sabres shattered! The Death Knight even reached out a hand to ferociously grab the head of a cavalryman’s warhorse, crushing the beast’s skull into a burst of gore just like squeezing an egg.

The "Desolate Wind" cavalrymen were immediately plunged into massive panic. Facts proved that smooth sailing makes people fragile, a truth that applies equally to scholars and Martial Artists. The "Desolate Wind" cavalrymen, who had always summoned the wind and rain while looting and killing across the southern Wilderness, had been soaking in the honeypot of victory and glory for far too long. Therefore, when they suddenly crashed into a tough bone like Clement, it took only one futile probe for them to completely lose the courage to continue fighting!

Moreover, they had watched helplessly as their Deputy Commander Tebili now lay sprawled on his back on the ground, foaming at the mouth and completely unconscious.

At this moment, all the "Desolate Wind" cavalrymen quickly reached a consensus: Whoever wanted to fight this Black Iron can could go throw their life away! Anyway, they were getting out of here.

And so, those with horses pulled on their reins, while those whose horses were dead took to their heels. The "Desolate Wind" cavalrymen turned around one after another, presenting their backs to Clement as they prepared to flee. They simply didn’t believe a Death Knight clad in such heavy armor could catch up to them.

It was true that Clement couldn’t catch them, but the combat power in the Igor Family convoy wasn’t limited to just the Death Knight. A brilliant flash of sword light bursting from the edge of their vision suddenly blinded these mercenary bandits!

The Magic Sword "Light of the Firmament" had lain in Simon Adrian’s gloomy and dark underground laboratory for a full eight hundred years, and now it had finally met a top-tier Swordsman worthy of the treasure’s Divine Might.

With a clear shout, the Captain of the Guard of Eagle’s Rest Castle, Alice Comstock, leaped from the ground. Pushing off lightly from a cavalryman’s horse’s head with her high-heeled boots, she soared into the air like the most graceful of gymnasts. But no gymnast on Earth performed with a Magic Longsword in hand!

Suspended in mid-air, the female Swordsman first used the "Light of the Firmament’s" built-in "Shimmering Technique" to erupt with an intense blast of light, completely blinding all the Mercenary Knights nearby. Then, twisting her waist, she dove like a predatory eagle, thrusting the Longsword in her hand toward a Mercenary Knight. The sword tip, which remained incomparably sharp even without sharpening for eight hundred years, instantly drilled a blood-splattering red hole into the Mercenary Knight’s throat.

So what if the lances of the "Desolate Wind" Mercenary Corps were two meters long? The edge of the sword in Alice Comstock’s hand was faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than their lances!

In just a fleeting moment, as the female Swordsman’s agile and light body flipped back and forth three times in the air, five "Desolate Wind" Knights had already slumped down and fallen from horseback. The exact same gaping holes in their throats, the exact same lifeless eyes—they were all equally dead as dead could be.

Horrified to discover yet another ruthless combatant on this side, the "Desolate Wind" cavalrymen completely lost their ability to think. Pulling on their reins to turn around once more, they fled toward the only direction that seemed empty.

The art of war dictates that when facing fleeing remnant enemies, one must surround them on three sides and leave one side open. Unfortunately, faced with the sudden attack by the "Desolate Wind" cavalrymen, the Igor party wasn’t in any mood to abide by the art of war! Thus, along their single escape route, the remaining forty or so "Desolate Wind" Mercenaries unfortunately ran into the grey-robed Junior Mage Victor Laurie.

The Master’s eyes blazed with fury, and the Master’s palms brewed with Magic Ability!

His experience of being trapped deep in the infected zone for the past dozens of days had already filled Master Laurie with immense frustration. This niche Mage, who specialized in Spirit Magic—which was essentially useless against brainless zombies—had been waiting for a prime opportunity to reestablish his prowess.

But the Master was a civilized man. Throughout his long magic career, he had claimed countless virginities, but he had never taken a single life! Victor Laurie, who had always valued the virtue of preserving life, faced the forty-plus Mercenary Knights by merely waving his arms and chanting a simple Spirit Magic spell.

The Magic Realm had long established a conclusion: on battlefields involving tens of thousands in large-scale combat, Flame Magic, capable of plowing the earth with Fireballs and Fierce Flames, was the undisputed king of the battlefield! However, the Magic Realm had also established another conclusion: in a street brawl involving a few dozen people slashing at each other with machetes, a Spirit Mage was the master of all creation!

As Master Laurie waved his large hand, under the ripple of Magic Power, all the mercenary bandits attempting to flee collectively slammed on the brakes. They wanted to run, but they couldn’t! It was as if the connection between their brains and their thighs had been completely severed by Master Laurie’s wave of a hand.

Consequently, those on horseback remained seated on their horses, and those on foot stood rooted to the ground. Over forty Mercenary Knights all turned into unmoving wooden figures—paralyzed, Otherworld versions of Stephen Hawking!

This was Spirit Magic! This was Master Laurie!

Had it been a fifth-tier Mage of any other element, it would have been impossible for them to have such a decisive impact on the battle. Of course, Master Victor Laurie wasn’t some Demon after all. He didn’t ruthlessly slaughter this group of "Desolate Wind" Mercenaries who had lost their ability to resist. He simply stood to the side with his hands folded in his sleeves, watching Alice, Clement, and Chris rush over to decapitate these Mercenaries one by one with their Longsword, Greatsword, and daggers.

The Mercenaries of the "Desolate Wind" finally learned what it meant to be lambs to the slaughter! Watching the deadly, sharp blades slice toward their necks, they could not move an inch under the control of the Spirit Magic.

What was despair? This was despair!

The three fury-filled Martial Artists of the Igor Family swung their blades in succession, harvesting over forty mercenary heads. They were like farmers picking apples in an abundant orchard—so casually strolling, so effortlessly acting.

Yet even so, the anger and sorrow in their hearts did not diminish in the slightest! In this brief clash just now, the completely innocent Igor Territory citizens who had died at the hands of these highwaymen numbered far more than forty. Looking back now, they could only see earth dyed crimson and crisscrossing corpses.

The most infuriating part was that they didn’t even know how all this had happened. Whether it was Master Laurie, Clement, Alice, or Chris, they had all been sitting perfectly fine in their carriages. Suddenly, they heard a commotion outside, and then their carriages were flipped upside down. By the time they crawled out, the sight before them had already become a living hell of overturned horses and corpses strewn everywhere.

It was thanks to Clement and Alice’s swift reactions; otherwise, the damage caused by these surprise attackers would have been even greater.

Master Laurie and the others didn’t even know where this cavalry had sprung from. Nor did they know how this gang had set their sights on the Igor Family’s convoy. It all felt like a sudden nightmare that caught everyone completely off guard!

"M-Master," Alice panted, leaning on her Longsword. "You aren’t hurt, are you...?"

"I..." Master Laurie, somewhat exhausted after just releasing his Spirit Magic, shook his head. Suddenly remembering a crucial question, his face turned deathly pale. "Where is the Lord? Where did the Lord go?!"