Shing!
As the tip of the sword came out of the scabbard and the scabbard fell to the ground, a mystical azure light billowed out of the azure blade that looked as if it were made from blue glass, and almost instantly, a might spirit beast’s head with its forelimbs came out of the blade.
Asher’s eyes met its bloody crimson eyes, and his spirit seemed to tremble at those painfilled, raging eyes.
In those eyes, he saw a grudge that had lasted centuries. He saw pain that drilled deep into his spirit and he sensed a tide of killing intent.
Swish!
The sword drew everyone’s attention but before Asher could move an inch, the dreadful beast spirit attacked him.
In the next moment, Asher was hurtled hundreds of yards backward through several wooden and stone buildings, until his back slammed the walls of the mountain and he sank in!
Looking at the trail of destruction, no one could believe what just happened, human nor orc.
In that split second, Sirius lost connection with Asher. It could only mean one thing… It’s master was dead!
At the sight of the destruction, everyone knew Asher’s end.
“My Lord!” Alex cried out at the top of his lungs, his eyes turning red almost instantly but instead of tapping strength from his anger, he grew weak.
It felt like he was watching his hope die right before his eyes.
Sapphira looked at her hand that was stretched out. She planned on calming him down as his emotions had reached a state that was dangerous but she did not expect his own weapon to attack him.
Such a level of attack could even kill saint-ranked knights! Knights had the greatest durability and the greatest tenacity, making them the hardest profession to kill when compared to others in similar circumstances, but not even that great durability would keep him alive.
“Hahahaha!”
Khan burst into laughter, and some of his men followed.
He looked at Sirius, who seemed to have lost the momentum to attack and was focused on where its lord had disappeared into mockingly.
“Kill!”
He roared, swinging his cleaver. The cleaver caused a whirlwind, one so great that it made the dust rise up.
The mage made an earthen pillar lift her 3 meters off the ground and she slammed her staff against the pillar then began uttering strange words.
Sapphira rose from the ground, her battle force for the first time billowing out of her. The white and green battle force billowed out her like it was about to form a domain.
The battle force enveloped those around her, healing and rejuvinating them.
Her sword unleashed a piercing cry, and her aura blasted throughout the entire town and beyond.
It was clear that until the mage and Khan were killed, they would definitely lose this war. No amount of healing will save those who died instantly.
“Warriors!”
Khan lifted his cleaver into the sky.
The orcs began to unleash battle cry, causing people in their homes to shiver. Meanwhile, Alex was confused.
He was caught in between going to bring his lord or help stop the orcs from indavding the town.
Looking at Sapphira, he sighed. Without her, their losses would have been several fold higher. It was because of her presence that the abyss curse had not weakened the soldiers, making them unable to move.
That would have caused the Ashbourne forces to count huge losses.
Now that his lord was down, if Sapphira fell, Nimrim would definitely fall and who would take the place of Asher to rule over the dominions?
Who was like their lord?
Their lord had no heir?
Alex clenched his fist tight. He turned away from the mountain and faced the orcs, who were charging toad them with their wolves. Filled with burning rage, he glared at them.
“I will cut down every one of you till there is nothing left to cut.”
These words came out of his clenched teeth. Even the earth below his feet felt the instensity of Alex’s battle force pumping out without restraint. His surroundings became too hot for even his men to linger around him.
The moment Saphira pointed her sword toward the orcs, they rushed forward, Alex at the forefront.
“Die!”
He screamed with all his might and unleahed a cut. A massive amount of fiery light left his Nightmare sword and 10 orcs fell at once!
Swoosh!
A figure shot past him, plunging his swords into the head of one strong orc before removing it and throwing the sword into the abdomen of another. His killing speed increased by another margin.
It was Nero!
The abyss mage looked at her orcs falling in great numbers. Despite their advantage in numbers, there was a spirit in the human troops. One that was daunting!
With Sapphira’s domain covering them, they seemed invincible, with one falling after he had slain dozens of orcs!
“Such magnificent spirit… must be crushed.”
The mage chanted a spell, and thick vines came out of the forest, each of them bearing massive rocks at the head. It was obvious the mage planned on crushing them to their deaths.
The mage first looked at the giant wolf that exempted itself from battle and pointed its staff toward the human troops.
Rumble!
All of a sudden, there was a trembling and debris fell, causing a dust fog.
Tapk! Tapk!
Soft steps rang. As the metal boots tapped the rocky ground, it became obvious that something was coming out of the mountain, and though it wasn’t able to overwhelm the battlefield, the rumbling of the clouds made many look back.
A bloodied figure emerged from the dust fog. His gray hair disshelved, and his top had turned into rags but there was one scary thing about him.
It was his eyes.
Lifting his head up, he looked at the sky and large droplets of water fell. His expression had hardened to its limit, showing there wasn’t a strand of emotions.
Wind formed a ball with him within, causing him to float. In his hand was the dreadful sword Euodias.
Though it was powerful, the spirit of three Ashbournes combined was able to suppress it.
The moment he tighetened his grip, a shockwave blasted outward.
“His Lordship…” Alex gasped.
