Volume 3, Chapter 51 – The Power of a Pseudo-Legendary

Legendary.

Although he was very unwilling to admit it, in truth Grinrui could feel that the paladin before him carried a power on the same level as his own.

Only that kind of power could easily harm him.

But…

“Why… would it be Legendary?”

Grinrui did not understand.

He had taken Lancelot’s attack head-on. Although he had been somewhat careless at first, thinking that as an Epic Lancelot was nothing to worry about, in reality… this time, Grinrui had not taken much damage at all.

His armor was shattered, and the warg beneath him was already on its last breath.

Yet Grinrui himself, his condition had not declined in the slightest.

“Legendary? Wait, this power?”

With the warhammer in his hand currently blocking the paladin’s sword, Grinrui looked in surprise at Lancelot before him.

“This is not truly Legendary power… it is just a pseudo-Legendary you forced out by overdrawing your life force as the price?”

Yes.

Just as Grinrui had judged, Lancelot knew that with his own Epic strength he was absolutely no match for Grinrui, so at the instant just before his attack struck Grinrui, he began overdrawing his own life, using life overdrawal as the price in exchange for a power that could rival “Legendary””

And if there had been players present, seeing that, they would have noticed that on Lancelot’s long HP bar, the string of numbers that represented the bar’s maximum value was plummeting wildly.

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In other words, Lancelot’s HP bar was full, and what was dropping was Lancelot’s Max HP.

“Not bad. But if I can use this power I gained to defeat you…”

“Defeat me? Ridiculous. I know this kind of life overdrawal skill. Once you choose this method, it cannot be reversed, it only stops at the moment you die… You clearly could not beat me and could have run away, yet you chose to use this ridiculous method instead, is it worth it?”

“Whether it is worth it or not, that is our paladins’ business.”

Lancelot roared. He drew back the knight sword in his hand and in the next instant thrust at Grinrui countless times again.

Grinrui’s figure blurred in that instant. No matter how many times Lancelot struck at him in that moment, Grinrui dodged every one of them with a blank expression.

“It is nothing but a fake Legendary. No matter how you struggle, you are still only Epic. In this war, you are doomed to collapse.”

Grinrui spoke with contempt.

“So what if it is fake, at least I can hold you here… hold you until the moment the Captain returns…”

“Is that so?”

Hearing this, Grinrui stopped dodging, and at the same time, Lancelot also stopped swinging his sword.

Of course, it was not that Lancelot did not want to keep swinging, but that the current Lancelot already could not swing his sword anymore.

Because at this moment, the knight sword in Lancelot’s hand was being gripped tightly by a strong, powerful hand.

“A false Legendary may possess Legendary power, but that power is still only false.”

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Compared to Lancelot, whose face was flushed as he tried to swing his knight sword, Grinrui’s expression looked far more relaxed.

“Who gave you the courage to think that an Epic who overdraws his life can fight a Legendary?”

“Legendary is not something so easily reached.”

As Grinrui’s words fell, fine threads of blood slowly flowed from his palm. Because bodies at Legendary and above are undying, the System cannot completely erase them, so there is blood.

Yet the beastman acted as if he did not see the blood flowing from his own hand at all. Instead, he tightened his grip on Lancelot’s knight sword.

And then…

Bang!

Under Lancelot’s incredulous gaze and Grinrui’s emotionless eyes, that knight sword which had accompanied Lancelot for countless years turned into countless fragments, inch by inch.

“Laughable, laughable to the extreme…”

The hand that had crushed the longsword was still dripping fresh blood, yet Grinrui looked over Lancelot, who now seemed utterly shattered because of his knight sword’s destruction, with a mocking gaze.

“Close combat with a beastman? Who gave you that courage?”

Having lost his knight sword, Lancelot already had no fighting spirit left.

He blankly listened to Grinrui’s words and could no longer muster any reaction at all.

After all, for a paladin, the sword was not only a knight’s weapon, it was also the paladin’s most important companion.

Of course there were existences like Fisiel, who had several swords, but in truth most paladins had only a single knight sword in their entire lives.

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For paladins who spent their whole lives with a single knight sword by their side, they would treat their swords as if they were a person.

But if one day, that sword shattered.

Then for a paladin whose whole life had been spent with a single knight sword, losing that sword was like the collapse of the faith he had always believed in.

With the sword broken, could he still fight?

Lancelot did not know.

At this moment, in the paladin’s mind, the scene of his beloved sword being crushed to pieces by the beastman before him replayed over and over.

“No fighting spirit left?”

Looking at the dazed Lancelot before him, the faint respect that had risen in Grinrui’s heart for this paladin, who had been willing to overdraw his own life just to fight him, began to slowly fade.

“So paladins are actually the kind of beings who lose their fighting spirit as soon as they lose their weapons… I have learned something new.”

Shaking his head, Grinrui gripped his warhammer in one hand, then swung it hard at the paladin before him.

“Lancelot!”

Behind Lancelot, the paladins who saw Grinrui swing his warhammer had their eyes torn wide in rage and grief.

Yet at this moment, there was nothing they could do other than roar.

Because at the moment Grinrui and Lancelot began fighting, the wolf riders behind Grinrui had also consciously engaged the paladins behind Lancelot.

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So the paladins who could not free their hands could only stare as Lancelot was killed by Grinrui with ease.

Once the sword is broken, the knight can no longer fight.

A warrior without a weapon can no longer muster the courage to fight bravely and kill the enemy.

And when a man has no legs, how can he still walk?

Grinrui’s warhammer swung down.

Bang!

The paladin’s chest was struck by the warhammer in the beastman’s hand, and he flew from the warhorse, then crashed to the ground.

At the same time he hit the ground, the ground itself sank downward inch by inch under Grinrui’s terrifying power.

With just that single blow, Lancelot had been beaten to the verge of death by Grinrui, lying on the ground and unable to rise again.

And toward Lancelot, who had already lost all fighting ability, Grinrui lost interest in delivering the finishing blow.

“No one can stop the advance of the beastmen. Wolf riders, kill all these paladins.”

After that last blocker, Lancelot, fell, the beastman army that followed behind plunged into the Kingdom’s camp as if it were empty land and began to slaughter the Kingdom’s soldiers without restraint.

It could be said that without Fisiel, the Kingdom army before the beastman army that had Grinrui among its ranks no longer had any power to resist.