The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Chapter 361 The Main Battle (6)

–Scylla, your time has over.

–What are you talking about, Father? I am still alive! With my regeneration power, these injuries can be healed in a year or two.

–That is not the point, Scylla ... You went berserk, and almost killed Hera who was about to stop my conflict with Zeus. You... You can no longer stay in the Heavenly Throne.

–Father, was I wrong for trying to kill the wife of your—

–Yes, Scylla. You are a danger I can't control. You are a failure that needs to be put down before you do anymore harm to the Gods in the Heavenly Throne.

–This... This is ridiculous! I-I won't admit this!

A memory that Scylla had long tried to forget sprung up. It was about the day when she was kicked out of the Heavenly Throne—the day where she fled to the Mortal World, carrying injuries she received from the battle and her father.

She had endured countless of hardships prior to the event, but never had she felt that hurt. Her father's betrayal had hurt her physically and mentally.

'A failure, huh?' she mused as Basil's [Mountain Cleaver] split her body apart. 'Maybe, I am indeed a failure... The Monster who had almost killed Zeus' wife, Hera, is killed by a mere human—how ironic.'

Despite the fact she was weakened, the fact that a human had killed her didn't change. Tears came out of her eyes as she couldn't find any good thing that had happened in her life.

Her father had never seen her as Scylla, but as the core of Charybdis, the Monster who had gone berserk in the Heavenly Throne.

She was conscious the entire time the ordeal was happening. She had sworn it wasn't her who had caused Charybdis to go on rampage, yet no one listened—not even her "parents."

She had agreed to help Poseidon, her father, in his conflict with his brother, Zeus, because she wanted her father to win. She had killed many Minor Gods for the sake of her father, but when things went wrong, she was blamed for it.

'The failure was Charybdis, wasn't it?! Why? Why did you throw me away after what you had done to me, Poseidon?!'

Scylla was indignant. All she had done was being a good daughter and listened to her parents' words; she didn't ask anything—not even a praise. In spite of that, her parents still had the audacity to antagonize her.

Her father didn't even reconsider before he decided to throw her away. She doubted that he even had any thought about it in the very first place.

What a sad life she had lived; after what she had endured, her wish still couldn't be granted. Exacting revenge on her father and clearing her name was now no more than a dream.

"Knowing whom one shall give one's heart to is the first step of living a happy life. You gave your heart to the wrong person; therefore, you suffered," Basil muttered as he saw Scylla's body fell apart. "I can't sympathize with you, but... Goodbye, Scylla."

It was nothing but a casual farewell from him. He thought nothing of it, but Scylla, who had heard it in her last moment, felt that she was finally seen—someone could finally see her as Scylla, not the embodiment of Charybdis' consciousness.

Splash!

Scylla, the unwanted daughter of Poseidon, the wronged child of Hecate, still filled with indignation towards her father's treatment, perished at the hands of Basil Pacifer.

The irony, which was Scylla's whole life story, didn't manage to tickle Basil's heart, but his heart wasn't frozen to the point of encouraging him to laugh at his dying opponent, who hadn't wronged him.

Wooong!

When Scylla had completely died, her Domain naturally disappeared. The wooden ship turned into the bloodied ground of the battlefield, the water vanished, and the sky retained its original colour.

The people comprehend the event late; only after the Domain had completely disappeared did they look around and registered Scylla's death. Her body was split in two, making them wonder what Basil had done to be able to do that.

"It has finally ended, Master," Deacon muttered. "I was using people's Mana, but why do I feel sleepy?"

"Handling that huge amount of Mana must have burdened your body. That's all," Basil replied simply.

"What about you, Master? Don't you feel tired too?"

"I do. In fact—"

Thud!

"Master?!"

Just before Basil could finish his words, he had fallen limply from Deacon. He only had enough time to store Durendal and Caliburn into his Spatial Ring, so he couldn't call Ione and Iliana for help.

Fortunately, however, the two had been watching him since his battle with Scylla ended. They immediately rushed to Deacon as soon as they noticed Basil wobbling, thus they managed to catch him before his body touched the ground.

Upon looking at his state, their eyes immediately widened in horror.

"Bloody hell—this state! We need to evacuate him quickly!"

"Darn it, Basil! You are really going to die this time."

Blood was oozing out from the tip of his fingers, his nose, and his ears. His state looked just slightly better compared to the one from his battle with Charles.

They could barely feel Mana in his body. His heart was also beating so weakly, it felt like it didn't even beat any longer.

Basil had survived worse injuries than the current one, but it was something that had happened barely two days ago. He had dedicated a full day just to heal his ruined body, but he had ruined it again.

Due to that reason, the injuries Basil had now was more fatal than the previous one. He needed to be treated quickly, otherwise his heart would stop beating, which would cause his death.

"Mother, get on me!" Deacon shouted urgently.

"Who is mother?" Ione asked in bewilderment.

"That doesn't matter!" Iliana exclaimed as she jumped onto Deacon's body while carrying Basil.

Deacon immediately shot forward the moment the three people had made themselves comfortable. The army, who had also seen the moment Basil fell down from Deacon gave Deacon way, and killed the Demons trying to block his way.

Their battle had ended thanks to Basil, but they still couldn't bring themselves to rejoice. Other than the fact that the hero of the battle might or might not die, after all, the situation on the other side didn't look good.

Will the hero survive his injuries? Will Goap be defeated? Will the hero's sacrifice be for naught? Will Braxtein Kingdom end here?

Questions filled their head, and they could only hope to get the best answer.

...

Boom!

"Kuhak!"

"Rionell!"

Carlyle, the 30th Legion's Commander looked at the 29th Legion Commander, Rionell in panic. Rionell had just received a solid blow to his abdomen that managed to put a fist-sized hole in it.

"Don't come, Carlyle! He is intentionally—"

Slash!

"No, it is not what you are thinking," Goap retorted in disinterest after cutting Rionell's head.

"NOOOO! Rionell!"

"Tsk. So loud. Can't you just weep silently?"

Goap, who had just seen Scylla's last moment a couple of seconds ago, was holding back himself from getting emotional for his friend's death. Demons couldn't cry, but when they were sad, they expressed it through their rage.

He couldn't bring himself to go on a rampage—meanings, assuming his True Form—right there right then. He still hadn't killed Eban, so he couldn't let his emotion empty him of his Demonic Mana.

Of course, he still fought more fiercely than before. Because of that, the humans were starting to feel overwhelmed.

Thanks to the fact that he fought more fiercely than before however, the humans, in turn, felt more urgent which made them become more violent.

"[Dimming Star]!"

Anthony, for example, was no longer holding back. He utilized all of the Arts he had created when he was young, and bombarded Goap with them.

One of his Arts, [Dimming Star], allowed him to create a fist-sized star that shone blindingly before suddenly and quickly taking away everyone's vision the dimmer its light became.

The Art could only impair his opponent's vision, but it was already more than enough to allow him to injure Goap.

Spurt!

With a swing of his Magic Sword, Anthony cut across Goap's chest. The Demon's blue blood gushed out of the wound profusely, but said Demon didn't even bat an eyelash at it.

"Foolish. Look what you have done to your friends," Goap sneered.

"I am aware of it, but as long as I can injure you, sacrificing my allies' vision for 5 seconds is worth it, isn't it?" Anthony smirked.

"What a human."

Clank!

Blocking Goap's trident with his sword, Anthony yet again managed to injure Goap. He had cut Goap's index finger off, which extremely irritated Goap.

Slamming the butt of his trident to the ground, a huge amount of water came rushing at Anthony and his group as soon as Goap pointed his trident towards them.

Anthony immediately returned to the rank, and let the Priests erect a Barrier. By this point, he and practically all of the Mages had been so exhausted, they could no longer bother to erect a Barrier.

They had exhausted quite a lot of Mana, so wasting it on a Barrier would be the same as them wanting to pass out in the middle of a battlefield.

Boom!

As the water touched the Barrier that the Priests had erected, it was immediately pushed back by the Barrier. The Demonic Mana filling the water shied away, turning Goap's attempt to sweep them clean futile.

"Cha—"

Just as the water disappeared, Goap could be seen again. Anthony was about to command the people to come at Goap at once, but his breath hitched the moment he took a glimpse of Goap's appearance.

A pair of blue horns that were twice as long as his previous horns now decorated his forehead. The blue veins that stemmed from his horns became even more prominent, and now were spread over the sides of his face.

An exoskeleton that looked like a mask covered his mouth, giving him a mysteriously eerie aura. A black steel-like structure covered his body, taking the role of his armour that sticked close to his body.

With a height of 325 centimetres, long limbs, and fingers that were decorated with sharp nails, Goap, who had decided to assume his True Form, instilled fear in the mind of the Priests and the Paladins.

Just like most of the people facing Goap there, the Priests and the Paladins saw a true Demon for the first time. For the first time in their life, they could finally say, for sure, they were fighting against a Demon.