Chapter 226 (1/2)
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Kiii-aaaaah—!
The Bone Dragon’s howls reverberated throughout the sky.
Countless skeletons wielded battered swords and spears made out of bones. Meanwhile, magic spells chaotically flew about everywhere.
The Bone Dragon flew toward the human army. However, the magic fired out by the Lichs suppressed the undead creature’s body, and meteors summoned by the magic circles began raining down on it.
The Lichs certainly couldn’t attack Herrels, but they could still attack the other undead like them.
Swoosh—
A sword sliced down sharply toward Herrels’ back.
Quite unsurprisingly, he couldn’t respond in time. Other than being able to command the legions of the undead, he was not much different from a regular person who hadn’t taken up swordsmanship training.
However…
Clang—!
The sword was deflected back midway during the strike.
Seward Christine who targeted Herrels’ open back was now staring at the hulking pile of bones blocking his view.
“So, it was this guy? The knight who was reputedly the strongest in history, Sir Louw?”
Seward’s curious gaze was fixed squarely on the Death Knight.
This Death Knight kitted out in the worn-out heavy armor used to be called the strongest knight in history until Count Balt appeared.
Such a creature had been protecting Herrels from the closest vantage point for a very long time, and that was precisely why no one could assassinate or harm him until now.
“If it’s Sir Louw, then he certainly is not someone that I can so carelessly provoke. However, what about you, Lord Herrels?”
Seward smirked haughtily as he stared at Herrels. For a while now, the latter’s complexion had been getting paler and paler.
“Even if you can command an army of the dead, you’re still just a human being. You can bleed, and you can get tired as well. And right now, my friend, you look rather fatigued.”
“It’s not a problem right now.”
“Indeed, you’re correct. For now, that is.” Seward then shifted his gaze over to the distant Lichs sending out a barrage of attacks at the undead that Herrels had summoned. “It is a shame that all you can do is command the undead, and you can’t seem to control the Lichs in the far off distance. They can’t attack you, but they sure can attack the undead you have summoned. And you’re gradually getting tired as we speak.”
Every word coming out from Seward Christine’s mouth that explained everything in detail and left no room for argument. It was as he said—the Lichs couldn’t attack Herrels, but that didn’t mean he possessed an inexhaustible supply of stamina and power.
“When you reach the point of collapsing from overexertion, you shall die by my hands.”
“I see. As far as you being a rotten bastard, you haven’t changed at all,” was all Herrels could say in reply.
Herrels’ glare remained locked on Seward Christine despite the cold sweat that trickled down his forehead and his vision that was growing dimmer. Even his concentration had begun wavering gradually as well.
I can’t keep this up.
Herrels heaved a long sigh and took a good look around his surroundings. All the crossbow bolts, swords, and spears flying in at him were being fended off by the Death Knights protecting him.
He wanted nothing more than to control those Lichs.
To do that, however, he had to wield immense power, and the undead he was controlling were just already too many. Moreover, the human army that served as a wall between him and the Lichs was also simply too impregnable.
They have completely analyzed me down to the last detail.
For the past several years, Herrels had to fight off the Lichs many times to rescue his son Roy. In the process, he ended up killing countless undead or had to openly use his ability many times.
It seemed that the Lichs had been planning and strategizing this very battle for a long time. They mobilized a human army, causing him to summon his own undead army to fight back, and then, they proceeded to weaken his undead next.
They also made sure not to come close to him. They rigorously kept their distance and aimed only at his undead summons.
Clearly, their plan was to gradually shave off his stamina in this fashion, and then, they’d let Seward’s sword take his life away.
So, it’s only a matter of time, huh?
Herrels already knew that the battle would be difficult, but he never imagined that the enemies would come prepared to this degree.
Smirk
A grin spread on his lips next. He had two reasons to do so.
I was planning to die anyway, so I should cut loose and go all the way.
A smile automatically broke out the moment he cast away any lingering attachment toward life. And secondly…
Today is really the end.
From the perspectives of the inheritor of the Ralwsman bloodline and his son…
Herrels could now see the end of the long and arduous road Roy had to experience so far during his young age, and that fact was enough reason to smile.
“Come forth, my slaves,” Herrels commanded.
Geu-guguguguk—
And the fallen skeletons began rising up once more.
“Let’s end this, you damn persistent bastards!”
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[Dragon Slaying Spear]
Kwa-ahahahaht—!
Chwa-ra-ra-ra-rak—
The spear that had left Su-hyeun’s hand split into tens of thousands of shards and rained down on the Lichs’ heads.
However, as if they had been waiting for this attack, they quickly made their next move. Did they already figure out his battle style?
Swish, swish—
Rather than blocking the shards, the Lichs began dodging them. It was indeed the wiser choice. Unfortunately…
“You think you can dodge just because you know now?”
“…!”
Giiii-iiiing—
Fwoooosh—!
A spear that was connected to him through a thin thread of magical energy flew out while spinning viciously. After beheading several Lichs in a row with the thrown weapon, Su-hyeun yanked hard at the thread and pulled it back.
Swoosh—
Boom—!
The spear than flew in the opposite direction.
It was too fast to be blocked or evaded. Lichs reflexively activated magic in Su-hyeun’s direction.
Crackle, crackle—
Freeze—
Bitterly cold air blanketed Su-hyeun’s body. However, the ones to get flustered were the Lichs, instead.
Dammit.
Magic-based attacks were almost completely useless against Su-hyeun. Not only was his innate magic resistance high, but all the skills currently draped around his body also aided in boosting his defenses against all things magic-related.
The physical defensive capability offered by his armor alone should not be ignored, but if the Lichs had to choose, rather than magic-based attacks, they needed to find a method to inflict actual physical damage to him.
Shatter—
Su-hyeun moved again as if nothing had happened to him.
It didn’t matter whether it was the choking heatwave or freezing air, the built-in magic resistance of the Armor of Hades cut off the effects of those magic spells before they could negatively affect him.
Fwooooosh—!
Swoosh—
An arrow as thick as a tree trunk suddenly flew in toward Su-hyeun’s head.
The siege weapon designed to penetrate castle gates—a ballista—had been fired at him. He tilted his head out of the way and, then, shifted his gaze toward where that ballista had come from.
“Load the next round! Prepare to fire!”
“Fire!”
Pow—!
Fwooooosh—!
Another ballista flew toward Su-hyeun, and then, dozens upon dozens of the thick arrows followed. He dodged every single one of them or cut them down with his sword.
Split—