Past Life 2nd Class 9 Warlock - Chapter 266



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Chapter 266

Episode 266: Difference in Power (2)

The main force of the noble faction spreads out at high speed and forms a formation.

We had to quickly form a formation while the forcibly conscripted meat shields sacrificed themselves.

Spreading the army to the left and right and tying up the enemy is not only to block the enemy’s retreat route, but also to avoid crowding the troops.

Dense formations were vulnerable to widespread magic.

“Move quickly! Don’t let their sacrifices be in vain!”

The left and right armies of the noble faction are running fast.

They ran like crazy, thinking that a few powerful spells would be enough.

It was the moment when architecture to disrupt the enemy’s magic, including magic jammers, was deployed everywhere and quickly surrounded the undead army from afar.

Shootaaaaa-

A huge storm arose.

Heavy red rain poured down, accompanied by strong wind resistance.

It was at that time that Count Bolling, the general commander of the left army, turned his head with doubt.

Hwiik, tuk-

Something flew at high speed.

It landed on Count Bolling’s armour.

He was at a loss for words as he hurriedly checked something attached to his armor.

“… … .”

It was a piece of meat.

Soaked in bright red blood.

Toad, toad, toad, toad –

Blood and flesh pouring out.

They were stuck all over the bodies of numerous soldiers of the left army.

All the soldiers of the left army, who were advancing at high speed, stopped.

All the soldiers of the left army, including Count Bolling, the general commander of the left army, looked into the distance.

“What is that… … .”

A huge tornado sweeping the battlefield and something filling the pitch-black sky like a swarm of ants.

The vanguard, who was supposed to be buying time until the main force took up formation, was flying in the sky.

Bright red flesh was scattered everywhere.

And soon, a huge red area spread out and a scream arose.

Kwajijijijik-

A pressure and force so great that it shakes the axis of the earth.

The bodies of all soldiers in the red area exploded and their blood vaporized.

In a split second, everything was over, and when the red area cleared, there was nothing left.

Except for the pieces of flesh scattered everywhere and the steaming, unidentifiable figure.

“… … .”

There are about 240,000 people.

An army made up of slaves, criminals, and slash-and-burn farmers gathered from all over the place.

Although it is difficult to call it an ‘army’, I thought it would buy us time.

But what did you do to make it disappear without a trace?

Count Bolling, the general commander of the left army, suddenly had a question.

Is this war really winnable?

At that moment when such a question arose, a magic circle covered the air again.

Thousands of giant skeletons appeared and their mouths widened.

Count Bolling, seeing where the skeletons’ gaze was directed, opened his eyes wide and let out a roar.

“Ma, activate the magic jammer and all wizards deploy protective shields!!”

Following his orders, each commander issued orders and quickly activated the magic disruption rod and created a protective shield with a wind barrier.

And at that moment, thousands of black lasers shot out from the skull’s mouth and collided with the wind barrier.

Kwakwang, Jijijijik-

A battle of strength and power.

However, the wind barrier was pierced before it could last even a moment.

“Chu, prepare for impact!!”

“Hide behind the oversized shield!!”

A huge shield the size of a door.

It was an artifact specially produced for this war.

The soldiers did as they had been trained, without worrying about who would go first, ducking behind the giant shield and praying for survival.

The attacks pouring in due to the influence of the magic jammer gradually distorted and weakened the trajectory and rained down in all directions.

Kwakwang, boom boom boom –

A huge explosion.

Was it the power of the magic jammer and powerful artifact?

The number of dead soldiers was not very large.

Seeing him, Count Bowling had hope once again.

Maybe this war can be won.

“Prepare your formation while being aware of the enemy’s magic! “March quickly!”

After a barrage of magic bombardment, the main force of the noble faction began to advance once again.

However, in Yukiel’s left and right armies, assault troops led by Tribon and Halford were already rushing forward to cut off their backs.

“Force, form ranks! “Knights, step forward and stop the enemies!!”

The commanders of the left army, who saw Tribon running with dust flying, immediately mobilized a large number of knights to block Tribon and his minions.

At that time, Tribon drew blood from Berserker and condensed it into the sword.

-The minion Tribon forms the ‘Blood-Soaked Executioner’s Sword’ with the authority of the Blood Executioner.

– Due to the effect of the blood-stained executioner’s sword, additional attack power is added depending on the target’s sins and karma.

-As the blood-stained Executioner’s Sword appears, the Executioner’s authority is granted.

Blood swirled around Tribon.

With his bright red eyes flashing, Tribon immediately thrust out his sword.

Red blood formed a crescent-shaped image and shot out along the sword blade that Tribon swung.

Shootaaaaa-

A blade of condensed blood flying at breakneck speed.

At that time, a knight blocked the bloody blade with a sword covered in aurors.

“Something like this… … .”

An article that presses down with great force.

However, as soon as he touched the bloody blade, he was unable to withstand the overwhelming force and was decapitated by his own blade, killing him.

The bloody blade that cut the knight’s upper body in half reached another knight.

However, a person came out of nowhere, raised his sword diagonally and simply flicked it into the sky.

“How dare you, undead!”

He was called a genius and all prosecutors envied his talent.

During his time at the academy, no one doubted his talent because he received the victory sword.

He looked at Treebon with an arrogant expression, as if he were looking at a piece of junk.

Trying to cut and hold down with just force without any skill with the sword.

That was extremely unpleasant because it was neither swordsmanship nor swordsmanship.

“I’ll teach you what a true sword is.”

He raises his sword and heads towards Tribon.

At that, Tribon lifted the corner of his mouth and smiled beautifully.

“Hoo?”

It was ridiculous and funny.

I can’t believe you’re so proud of a simple greeting.

With an interesting smile, Tribon rode on the skeletal horse and drew out the blood of the Berserkers.

A curtain of blood rose up like a huge tsunami behind Tribon, which had sucked in a huge amount of blood at an incredible speed.

“If you’re that confident… … “Try blocking this too.”

With those words, Tribon swung his sword like crazy.

He swung like crazy, regardless of whether he was left, right, up, or down, and the tsunami of blood behind him shot out dozens or hundreds of bloody blades of a size that was incomparable to before.

The driver who saw this was shocked and denied the reality.

“This is crazy… … .”

Hundreds of bloody blades shot out with nowhere to escape.

He even pulled up all the Aurors and Innate Guardians to block the pouring blood blades.

However, he was unable to deflect dozens of bloody blades and died as his entire body was cut into pieces.

He came to enlightenment at a time when his entire body was falling to pieces and dying.

‘ah… … . There is nothing we can do about overwhelming power.’

I should have realized it a little sooner.

Still, dying would have been the same thing.

“Aaaah!”

“Wow!”

The pouring blood of the blade slaughtered the dozens of knights that followed, to pieces, and then bounced in all directions.

The knights who saw the outrageous power broke into a cold sweat and gathered all their strength to prepare for the clash.

At that time, Knight Rotten Pennsilver, who had reached the highest level of Expert, recognized the strength of the Tribon and raised his blue Auror Blade.

It was an Auror Blade that only a master could use, but he was at the very end of the highest level and was able to implement it with his talent.

“Everyone prepare for a clash! “You can’t break your back!!”

“Aaaah!! At best, they are just undead!!”

The knights roared and prepared for a clash.

Tribon, the Dullahan, and the Black Ghoul, who were riding on a skeletal horse, all wrapped their swords with spiritual power and created the ‘Spirit Sword’.

Along with him, many knights and Tribon’s assault force clashed with each other’s swords.

Kagang, cancancankang-

Sword and sword clashed and sparks flew.

However, it was not a fierce battle as expected.

Tribon and the undead push through with overwhelming force.

“Ugh!! “What kind of power!”

“No way!”

The undead were overwhelmingly defeated with absurd strength and speed.

The knights used sword techniques and demonstrated their skill with the sword, but the level difference was too great.

In the first place, the ridiculously strong body was difficult to inflict fatal wounds on, and the body strengthened by Yukiel’s vision did not even have much space for a sword to enter.

Above all, even if a fatal blow is struck, the opponent is not a human but an undead.

Because they attacked regardless of the wound, it was urgent to even block them.

The undead advance by killing knights due to the overwhelming difference in power.

Meanwhile, Rotten Pennsilver, who was mixing the Tribon and the sword, was sweating profusely.

‘Isn’t it a monster?’

It’s not just strength and speed.

It even goes into the details of the strange sword.

It is very simple, but it corresponds to the origin of the sword.

He began speaking with a trembling voice due to the opponent’s incredible strength.

“Do you have intelligence?”

“He’s probably smarter than most people.”

“I just ask one question. “Could it be that you were born from the hands of a demon?”

Tribon could not hide his displeasure at Lawton Penn Silver’s question.

“It is the master who brought me back to life! “Don’t mention the dirty demon bastard!”

“Then, can he create a being like you if he wants to?”

Tribon’s pride was hurt by his question, but he frowned and continued.

“The master can create a higher-level entity as much as he wants.”

Lawton Penn Silver was at a loss for words at Tribon’s words.

The presence felt is like facing the Master.

In general, masters and mages have similar powers.

But, no matter what, you can still take out a master level undead?

So what kind of monster are you?

“For the last time… … . Are you something more than a Death Knight?”

“Death Knight is a top-level entity, an entity several levels higher than me.”

It’s not even a Death Knight.

An undead several levels lower than that.

However, he possesses the power of a master level.

Lawton Pennsilver quietly turned his head and looked around.

Many knights were being slaughtered in front of the undead’s overwhelming inaction.

“It looks like I touched a monster.”

With those words, he brought up all his strength and rushed at Tribon.

Although he didn’t mix swords a few times, his intuition was telling him.

That no matter what I do, I won’t be able to defeat her.

And as if sensing his will, Treebon also increased his power.

Gooooooooo… … .

Drops of blood formed everywhere and floated in the air.

Blood drops floating as if time had stopped.

Each of them was implanted with Treebon’s will, creating a strong resonance.

Rotten Pennsilver, who felt the ridiculous power of Tribon, let out a laugh and charged straight ahead.

Papabababababat-

The blood everywhere instantly changed into the shape of a sword and shot out.

Rotten Pennsilver, who was rushing towards Tribon while dodging countless blood swords flying towards him, swung his sword at Treebon, hitting several bloody swords.

However, Tribon struck his sword away with the blood-stained executioner’s sword, spun his body around, and instantly drove the sword into his heart.

The bloody swords that floated everywhere along with him were stabbed mercilessly into his entire body, and he became skewered by countless swords and fell to the ground.

“Cough- monster, monster… … .”

With those words, he collapsed.

He thought in his fading consciousness.

I think it will be difficult for this war aristocracy to win.