The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Chapter 351 Spitting Out A Tasteless Sugar Cane

"This is... A miracle. We are witnessing the birth of a legend," Lawson muttered to himself. He was absolutely astonished by the scene in front of him.

The other people that were close enough to hear him could only nod their head in agreement. Never had they expected to hear Demons letting out a meaningful scream, which conveyed their desire to be pardoned from their agony.

On the other side, Anthony couldn't help grinning widely in excitement. His Kingdom had received a genius that far outstripped Charles Blois the Evil Genius, so it would be rather stupid of him to not be glad about it.

His thought was already racing, thinking about every way to coerce Basil to remain in his Kingdom; he wasn't willing to let someone with such a talent go. He knew his brothers would try their best to do the same too.

If Basil's power could already astonish many people to the point of temporarily stopping the battle, he could only imagine how strong Basil would be when he possessed more Magic Circles and a more matured Core.

"Maybe, he could be another Ninth Circle Mage born into our Kingdom," Anthony muttered. "The problem is his willingness to stay under someone else's command ... He doesn't look like the type of person who can be commanded."

Chuckling faintly as he shook his head, he shouted, "Don't let your excitement control you! Slay your enemies!" He awakened everyone from their entranced state.

"Charge!"

As the human soldiers began attacking once again, the other Demons were also awakened from their fear-stricken state. Turning their attention away from the scene unfolding in Basil's Sword Domain, they resumed their clash with the humans.

The battlefield became rowdy once again. Other than the sound of steel clashing against each other, it was also filled with the Demon's scream that was full of anguish.

The phenomenon in Basil's Sword Domain hadn't ended yet even though more than 10 seconds had passed, so every human was looking warily at Goap. They were anticipating his next action, ready to intercept him if he chose to come at Basil.

"That lad... He is the confounding variable in our plan—the dark horse that we didn't consider," Goap muttered. "Of all time... He decided to be born when we are preparing for our resurrection? How comical!"

"They are watching you—don't act carelessly. Remember what your plan is," Scylla reminded.

"I know, my friend. I know." Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he said, "This is why I am just going to watch. We already have people, or rather, someone to dispose him."

Wooong!

When the bone chilling scream of the Demons inside Basil's Sword Domain disappeared, the golden light was also gradually dimming. The air hummed as if it was declaring the successful extermination of the Demons.

When the golden light completely died down, the scene inside the Sword Domain was finally revealed. Humans and Demons alike stole a couple of glances at the scene, and they had the same thought about it: beautifully terrifying.

Thousands of bladed weapons were stabbed on the ground, accompanying the golden grass to decorate the ground. The hundreds of gigantic swords were still floating above the ground, surrounding Basil and Jerion.

Zap. Zap.

Golden lightning still covered them. They looked ready to strike at anytime. Jerion's upper body was separated from his lower half; it was lifted above the ground by Caliburn that was skewering him.

One might think Basil had won unscathed; but, unfortunately, he didn't win unscathed. Although it was by no means fatal to him, Jerion's spear had managed to pierce through his abdomen.

"Hmph! You are lucky that my Miasma disappeared the moment my spear pierced you," Jerion scoffed. "You would have also died if my Mana Vein hadn't been crippled too."

"Does that make you happy? Thinking of the what ifs?"

At Basil's response, Jerion laughed sardonically. "Yes, that's just how pathetic I am. You know, I think I have changed my mind. With your personality, I bet you can fight against those—"

Slash!

Even before Jerion managed to finish his sentence, Basil had already split him in two with Durendal, and threw him to the ground. Basil knew Jerion was just trying to stall for time until his preparation to blow himself up was done.

"Do you think you can call me with just that? Hahaha!" Surprisingly, Jerion was still alive even in his state. His body was even trying to reattach themselves. "Listen, you puny human! We, real High Class Demons, can not—"

"Yes, you can."

As soon as Basil interrupted Jerion, the golden lightning covering the gigantic swords surrounding them struck him from all sides.

CRACK!

An eardrum rupturing sound was reverberated throughout the Sword Domain and the battlefield. No one had noticed the brief Mana fluctuation, so all of them were caught off guard by it.

None of them paid attention to Basil however; they knew he had just finished Jerion, who had been an obstacle they couldn't overcome for the past few hours. They were still excited, of course, since that means they were one step closer to victory.

Whoosh!

Looking at the scorched mark on the ground in front of him, Basil closed his eyes and sighed lightly. He had reduced Jerion to ashes, allowing the wind blow to carry it away from him.

He had exhausted both his Mana and Qi. He needed to rest badly, but he still didn't want to look weak, otherwise he would attract the desire of his enemies to attack him.

'I need you. Come here,' he contacted Deacon through their [Link].

[On my way, Master!]

Summoning the swords he had scattered throughout the battlefield to stretch his Sword Domain with [Master of Weapons], his Sword Domain gradually disappeared like a screen of illusion washed away by reality.

When the fifty or so swords returned to him, he immediately stored them inside one of of Solomon's Spatial Rings. He deactivated [Synchronization], making his True Light Magic Armour and the blue veins on his body disappear.

Storing Durendal and Caliburn inside the other Solomon's Spatial Ring, he put his hand on the shaft of Jerion's spear. He then pondered about what he should do to the spear.

Pulling the spear out of his abdomen was not hard—he was used to pain—but he wondered if the [Instant Stow] Rune Carved on Solomon's Spatial Ring could instantly store it even without him taking it out.

"I am curious if it can do—oh, it can."

Immediately channeling the remaining Qi he had in his Core to his abdomen, he stopped the blood from coming out of it. Turning his body to Deacon who was running at him excitedly, he smiled faintly.

"Master! That was a good fight!" Deacon wiggled his tail when he arrived in front of Basil. His eyes lit up in admiration as he looked at his Master. "Who are we going to... Are you alright, Master?"

,m His excitement, however, dimmed the moment he noticed the hole in Basil's abdomen. He rarely saw his Master having that severe of an injury—in his opinion—so he couldn't help worrying.

Ignoring Deacon's worry, Basil waved his hand nonchalantly, and jumped on Deacon's back. He immediately told Deacon to head to the rear, and said Beast Companion immediately nodded his head without hesitation.

Deacon rushed through the battlefield like a wind, blasting every Demon who was standing on his way. The direction he was heading attracted a lot of people's attention, so they couldn't help wondering what had happened.

"He is hurt, I will tend to him." Ione even immediately rushed towards Deacon.

"Darn it, that brat! He really doesn't know when to conserve energy, does he?" Clicking her tongue in annoyance and worry; Iliana, too, dashed towards Deacon.

The retreat of the two women who had been followed by the people who preferred to fight outside the rank encouraged the people to also retreat. They returned to the rank because they weren't sure if they could still keep their spirit without the two.

The students of Rehearsal Class, all of them without exception, were also rushing towards Deacon. While the others worried if something was wrong with Basil; Cray, who knew Basil well, was sure that something wrong had happened.

Noticing the organised retreat of the people, Anthony, who had been too focused on his fight to mind his surrounding, frowned lightly. It didn't take him long to realize that Basil was the centre of it.

Followed by Carlyle, Anthony rushed towards Basil, and blocked Deacon's path. Deacon really wanted to slap him out of the way, but Basil forbade him strongly.

"Is something the matter?" Anthony asked.

"I need to recuperate."

Basil's answer was audacious if it was uttered by just anyone, but because it was him, Anthony could accept it easily. Nodding his head, Anthony was about to let Basil through when he noticed the hole in Basil's abdomen.

"This lad... How do you even stay conscious with that injury?!" Anthony exclaimed in bafflement.

Basil merely shrugged it off, which made Anthony look at him weirdly. Even Carlyle, who had been dealing with all kinds of injury throughout his years as a part of the Royal Army couldn't help blinking his eyes in bewilderment.

Anthony turned to the crowd, used his Mana to amplify his voice, and shouted, "Tactical retreat!"

"What?!"

"What the...? Now?"

Anthony's decision to take back the army honestly baffled Carlyle, and the people who had just arrived at Basil's side. All of them were, after all, sure that he would keep pushing them to fight, given how well it had been going.

No matter how surprised they were by his decision, of course, the soldiers were glad hearing the order. The battle had not only exhausted them physically, but also mentally, so a rest was something they needed, no matter how short it was.

"Alright, you and your escort," Anthony looked at Iliana and the others, "can head to the camp first. Carlyle here will lead you to the tent we have prepared for you."

"We have it?" Carlyle asked in surprise.

"No, but dead people don't have possessions," answered Anthony simply. Turning to Basil, he said, "I hope you don't mind staying in a tent that previously belonged to our dead Legion Commander."

Basil was slightly bewildered by Anthony's rather caring gesture, but knew there was an underlying meaning to it. He merely nodded his head without saying anything, then instructed Deacon to move after Ione and Iliana joined him.