Chapter 188: The battle continues (2/2)

At this point, Layn no longer saw the monsters as the enemies he had to eradicate to save everyone at the camp. They now turned into a feed, one that could unlock the absolutely latent power of his body and soul for him to use.

'The first star is about one's physical realm,' Layn thought, detaching his aware self from the part focused on serving the monsters a taste of genocide. 'Then what I'm going through right now should be about one's mind, possibly heart,' Layn thought.

”Layn!” A voice somehow made its way through the archmage's ear, entering his brain. Shaken off from his happy daze, he looked towards the source of the call.

”What's wrong?” Layn shouted back, looking at Markus while moving between the next three of his targets.

”The right flank!” Layn's friend shouted, pointing his hand in the direction he was speaking about. ”It's faltering!” he added before rushing back into the fight himself.

Layn looked around to scan the picture of the situation. He was currently near the left flank of the camp's defensive formation. It was the place where most of Al's clansmen took a stand, giving a  reason why they had the least trouble holding the line.

At the center, Markus and Yelna reaped the monsters as if they were monsters themselves.

'Right, this is a battlefield that most suits Markus,' Layn thought after observing something uncommon.

Markus fought like a madman. It was his sole effort that lessened the burden of the center of their formation, allowing them to hold the line as well.

But what was surprising was Markus overperforming Yelna.

Between the two of them, it was hard not to say who was stronger. Despite not wielding any magic whatsoever, Yelna was hailed as a hero for a reason. Even if she didn't like to appear as one, her skills with her daggers were something that even Layn himself feared.

But on this particular battlefield, she couldn't even hold a candle to Markus.

And speaking about candles...

The weapon that Markus used when he really got serious was truly weird. Rather than a sword, staff, or at least a club, he liked to fight with a street light. In situations where he couldn't procure one, he would craft a similar item himself, always refusing to give any sort of explanation for this weird behavior.

But now, Layn finally learned the truth. The reason why Markus was so adamant at using this uncommon weapon.

Right now, the former saint danced around his opponents. He swung his stick with a candle at the top around.

But he wasn't striking the monsters at all. Rather than that, he seemed to charm them. And after just a short moment, the magic stone of the monster would burst out of its body, rushing towards the light of the shake.

Before the impact could destroy Markus's weapon, the one spell of the weapon would absorb the mana, further reinforcing its attractive force.

'At this rate, he alone will be able to kill all those monsters,' Layn thought, already calculating how long it would actually take for the influence of Markus's weapon to cover the entire battlefield.

'Still, that's too wasteful,' he added in his thoughts a moment later, grinding his teeth against each other. 'This spell alone steals all the power of those stones, leaving nothing for the user to gain after the fight,' Layn thought, rushing towards his designed position.

On the right flank, the situation was the worst. Despite initial success, the cultivators from the warcamp didn't manage to hold their ground. By the time Layn appeared in front of them, a massive gap had already appeared.

At any moment, monsters would be sure to fill it up, breaking the only thing that gave humans the advantage in the fight.

At any moment, the monsters would break their formation.

And that's why Layn jumped right in the middle of it.