Chapter 599 - v3c364 Requiem(14) (1/2)

v3c364

Requiem(14)

*Due to similar terminologies used in the raws, Devils and Demons will be defined in a standardized manner which will lead to changes of some terms. Affected terms: (Old term – New term)

Demon King – Devil King

Demon Lord – Devil Lord

Demon Whale – Devil Whale

Demon Warlock – Devil Warlock

Demon Martial Arts- Devil Martial Arts

Demons will be redefined as Devils in most cases with a few exceptions: Demonic Waves, Eagle Demons etc.

Brendel understood that his goal was to use the effects of the Flash Strike Sword Art to produce a displacement effect, not to kill the enemy. Therefore, he set his sights to aim at opponents who had little combat power, locking down the imps of the devil army from 20-30 meters away, and slicing their heads off in one fell swoop. At the same time, he used the phantom left behind by the Nine Luminaries Sword Art to perform Puncturing Blows.

The devils quickly went haywire.

Not all the devils were inferior and lacking in intelligence; the higher-ranked devils had antic.i.p.ated Brendel’s path of advance without even needing a sense of judgment. They could think with their knees and would still be able to figure out that the d.a.m.n human was headed straight for the portal.

They absolutely could not let him get what he wanted. The Longhorn Devils in the back were the first to scream, using the harsh language of the Abyss to call for their companions to stop Brendel.

Unfortunately, it was very much limited in effectiveness. In the words of the Lord of h.e.l.l, Lomoka, the inferior devils and Imps were worse than a piece of dog s.h.i.+t. It was vulgar, but quite apt. If they could be so confused by the commands of one of their own kind, there was no way they could take on a teleporting swordsman.

As soon as the devils pulled back, the Lantonilan knights felt the pressure lift.

It was then that most of them had the time to see what was happening on the battlefield. The knights soon saw Brendel’s feat and couldn’t help but let out a cheer in unison.

Babasha was unsurprised by Brendel’s performance, but it was hard not to be proud. Not proud of the Darkness Dragon. but of her own foresight. Though there were plenty of capable witches in the Winter Kingdom, the twelve pure-blooded ones were not even related to her. Who could have had the foresight that she had?

The old witch never even considered that the Darkness Dragon would fail; after all, they were just a bunch of lame and sheep-hoofed devils only. She let out a sharp laugh and reached out to grab an imp, before blinding and deafening it. The knights then took the opportunity to pin it to the ground. In general, humans wouldn’t speak of chivalry when in a fight with devils.

However, Babasha hadn’t expected Brendel to struggle at this moment.

Although the portal was near, he could feel his Stamina and Elemental Points dropping fast. Using Puncturing Blows, Nine Luminaries Sword Art, and Flash Strike Sword Art consecutively placed tremendous burdens on the body. After progressing quickly for about two-thirds of the distance, Brendel realized that his muscles were gradually becoming stiff along with his movements. There was an unstable fluctuation in his spirit as well.

He had to shake his head in an attempt to shake off this dizzy feeling.

Flas.h.i.+ng for the tenth time above the devil army, Brendel slashed the Halran Gaia in his hand downwards. The poor wretch below was still grabbing onto a b.l.o.o.d.y human s.h.i.+n, the pale skin of the limb covered in bite marks. Looking at it made Brendel sick.

But that was merely a flash of a thought. The Halran Gaia had already slashed its way towards the devil’s shoulder. The thick and heavy blade cut into the rough, purple-red skin and muscle, getting wedged in its spine for a while. The blade pushed the poor wretch right down to the ground while slicing it into two pieces. Its broken bones jutted out from its skin, turning the wretched creature into a gooey lump of flesh.

The scene looked spectacular, but it made Brendel’s heart clench. This sword theoretically should have sliced through the opponent’s muscle and bone, decapitating it in one swing cleanly and sharply, just like before. It wasn’t a coincidence that this happened, nor did these Imps become stronger; it was his strength that was beginning to wane.

“Amandina, are you injured?” he gasped.

“No…” Held in one of Brendel’s arms, Amandina was unsure if she was scared or nervous at that moment. When she finally calmed, it wasn’t like she had never imagined something like this happening. However, she certainly never imagined that it would be when she was in the midst of an army of devils. The young n.o.ble lady couldn’t spare a moment to think about this. She did not even dare to look at the situation outside.

She was so afraid to see Brendel slipping up that she closed her eyes tightly. If she were to die while being held, then she should die together with him. No, she would be relieved if she were to at least die in front of him. That was her mindset as she curled up in Brendel’s arm.

When Brendel asked her about it, she shook her head, her mind muddled.

That’s good. Brendel was also relieved. It felt great and heroic, imagining being unstoppable and unbeatable in the midst of an army. However, he soon realized it wasn’t like that at all when reality reared its head. There was no thrill when looking at the enemy, only the cold sweat of tension.

His palms were already long since drenched, and the pressure of impending death was like an approaching jungle of swords and thorns. Any mistake would cause an irreversible situation.

What comes after death? Brendel had considered this kind of question when he was still a teenager in the other world, but most people could only come up with an empty conclusion.

It was only when the grim reaper was close that he truly felt that piercing coldness from the other world. It was pointless for life itself to discuss the subject of death, for after it there is only nothingness.

Brendel was not sure if he would have time to regret it during the moment right before he died.

But at the very least, he knew he wanted to live.

His survival instinct sharpened his senses a thousandfold. He flung the corpse – which was akin to a piece of rotting flesh – away with his sword. Then, the attack patterns of the devils pouncing towards him became clear as day. Brendel looked up, his gaze falling upon a point dozens of meters away, whereupon he noticed the retreating figure.

It’s you.

“Brendel, watch out.” With her eyes shut, Amandina was completely unable to judge the situation around her. So the one who opened her mouth was Sanorso the Wind Empress. “Watch out for the Devil Warlock over there!” the Wind Empress warned,

Brendel looked back. He saw them too; he saw the devil warlocks standing by the portal casting spells at him.

To be honest, he wasn’t a mage and his knowledge about the world of mages was scant. But the good thing was that he was at least a player. There was a joke that if players represented one world, then sorcerers were at least half a world. Brendel as an enemy of half the world wasn’t able to distinguish every spell’s gestures and incantations, but his survival instinct seemed to have sharpened his memories at that moment.

The Dimensional Anchor.

Brendel felt the hairs on his back stand up, like a cat that had arched its body. His eyes were scarily bright at that moment.