Ascension of the Nephilim

Chapter 338 Becoming Low-Key Fighters

The Golem City now had a lot of defenses, but since they were afraid of Lizard mages to send attacks if they blocked the small passageway, the tactic that the humans decided to do was to place their defenses within the Golem City itself.

They used the destroyed and abandoned ruins and built on top of them to strengthen them.

In this specific arrangement, the humans had archers that were positioned all over the Golem city.

The lizard enemies would emerge from the small passage and would have an entire field full of archers and mages to shoot at them.

The Steele family stood several meters ahead of the rows of knights who were on the defense.

They were just thirty meters from the exit and deviated slightly to the right so that any mage champions would be unable to shoot them but would have to leave the small passageway to be able to aim at them.

Mezal, Kyros, Diana, and Branze stood at the very front of this group.

The members of the Steele family all wore ragged and dirty armor that made most of the warriors and knights laugh at them.

But what they didn't know was that under this apparently pitiful attire was the bestowed attire of the Temple.

Demerus stood on top of one of the tallest buildings in the city. Next to him was Watt Ordeus.

"Lady Diana and now that beautiful Lizard." Watt Ordeus laughed.

"Were they any factor to how your Emberdons agreed to give them a full-scholarship as Battle Mages?"

"No. Although my sister Stellya fancies that Kairos fellow."

"Oh? Where is the younger brother, that Kyros?"

"Where do you think? Headed to the Mage Alliance to study. Anyway, thank you for agreeing to this arrangement, Champion Ordeus."

Ordeus was silent. Since Demerus arrived, it was clear that he was in a foul mood. He even shot at one of the Barbarian Champions, who was at odds with him. No one wanted to be on the bad side of this hot-tempered mage.

The rest of the Emberdons were busy reading and analyzing the power of the Gigantes Core.

A few Golems were standing among the Steele family. Although Ordeus planned to put more, Demerus demanded that only a few would be placed.

Suddenly, a horse began to gallop out of the small passage.

"The enemy is here! A horde of lizard creatures of all sizes is approaching!" The human scout reported.

"A horde of lizard creatures? Any mages?"

"Those beast appear to be the same lizardkin that the Steele family showed us. We can't tell how strong they are."

"Oh? Then no mages? Steele! Your first fight is against lizard monsters. We will give you little support. Move closer to the entrance so that you will be the target!" Demerus gave a strict order.

"Demerus...!" Ordeus was finally angry.

He suspected that Demerus was trying to have the Steele family killed.

"We made an agreement! Mezal!" Demerus shouted.

"Champion Ordeus. Let it be. We agreed to this. But do not worry. We have recovered thanks to their life-saving potions." Mezal laughed as they moved forward.

"Alright. The lizards are coming. Remember guys, keep it low-key." Kyros reminded.

"Yes! We are to become low-key, low-profile fighters that only have Viscount-level strength." Branze reminded.

"Keep it humble. Keep your attacks moderate. We might have been turned weaker, but don't show your skills, tactics, and speed that could even kill Champions." Branze ordered the Steele family.

"Yes." The Steele servants chorused.

"Allow me to join the Steele!" A viscount suddenly declared from the back.

Everyone turned back to see a Viscount approach.

"Who is that?" Kyros whispered at Branze.

"Oh. One of the many admirers of your mother. He used to be strong." Branze sighed.

"He used to be?"

"I mean... when I was weak. Now I don't even feel bothered by him. Before every time Viscounts or young Viscounts with Champion families proposed their love to your mother, right in front of me, I would rage." Branze chuckled.

"You never told me that..." Diana blushed.

"Well, you hated me back then."

"So, are you jealous now?" Diana smiled.

"Eh? Maybe if it was someone like those Commanders, we killed. After all, why would you mingle with an ant?" Branze shook his head.

"True..." Diana sighed.

"But I still like the feeling of you getting jealous. Maybe in the Midlands, someone will once more spark your jealousy." Diana chuckled.

"Maybe."

"Lady Diana. I wish to protect you and fight by your side. Beauty of your standing shouldn't be among such savages." The Viscount spoke as he drew close.

The many servants of the Steele family glared at the Viscount. To them, it was such an insult.

"Hey, Viscount. Get back to your seat, kid." A young archer cursed.

The Viscount froze.

Kyros facepalmed.

"Ugh. I didn't think about this scenario." Kyros sighed.

"What did a mere slave say?" The Viscount glared.

"You wish to take Lady Diana? Please. A weakling like you isn't even worthy to carry her shield!"

"Go home to your mommy, viscount." Another knight cursed.

"You!"

Diana was chuckling. To think it would be the Steele servants who would react.

"Everyone, relax. Let this viscount fight among our sides. Viscount Stephen. Please, assist me and be my shield!"

"As the lady commands!" The simp viscount immediately rushed and stood next to Diana, pushing Branze to the side.

"It will be my honor to fight for the lady."

"Such honor should be ours!" Another Viscount was approaching, and a few more could be seen.

"Stephen! You're weak! Give me that spot!" A lancer shouted.

"Yeah! Let me-"

BOOM!

"I have decreed the Steele to fight at the forefront! Viscounts! Wag your tails and retreat!" Demerus shouted angrily.

The Viscounts moved back and had hateful eyes as they looked at the lucky Stephen.

Stephen stood up bravely.

"Hey, Jules. Who is this chicken standing next to Lord Branze?"

"Is that chicken? I see a worm!"

"I get it! Its called a meat shield!"

The servant began to laugh and make jokes.

"Stephen. Those are my servants. They mean well, so please do not take offense." Diana finally spoke as she could see Stephen about to explode.

The knight stood his ground as the servant behind him continued to laugh and chuckle.

"These... servants!" Stephen plotted how he could allow the lizard creatures to kill them.

As Stephen stood, another group of people approached.

Demerus frowned as these people were Champions.

"Well, looks like a lot of Viscounts and even some Earls has their eyes set on Aunt Reptilia." Kyros chuckled.

"Hmm..." Gojirrah frowned.

"I shall put them to place." Gojirrah volunteered.

"It is not your place to fight for me, Gojirrah." Reptilia chastised.

"Ah... of course. Lord Hunter. Good luck fending off those Champions then." Gojirrah frowned and suddenly left the side of Reptilia and headed to the other side of the battlefield, standing next to Kyros.

"Don't worry, Gojirrah. I'll look for a beautiful wife for you. Do you have anyone in mind?"

"... Does Lady Reptilia have any sisters?" Gojirrah asked.

"I have three who tried to kill me and hated me. While they are beautiful, they despise me and are the reasons why I left." Reptilia answered through the dark link.

"Oh? Too much beauty can be a pain." Kyros chuckled.

"Yes. Gojirrah, you cannot have my heart. But should it please you, you can have my sisters. Honestly, after Hunter, you were my second choice. So if you hold me, dear, find a way and punish my sisters." Reptilia answered.

"The fight is not for you, Lady Reptilia." A Champion Berserker spoke gently as he approached.

The Steele servants turned once more and saw Champion.

"You should stay with our men. We knights will protect you, my Lady." Another Champion Knight appeared.

"Ignore these brutes. I see that my Lady is a woman of grace and power. You also favor the Spear, just like me. Come and stay among your peers." A Champion Lancer also approached.

"These... Champions are...?" One of the servants whispered to another.

"Oh boy. It looks like Hunter- I mean, lord Hunter is not going to have it easy." Another whispered.

"Lord Hunter. Good Luck! May Fate guide you!" Another servant mocked. The knight wasn't used to treating Hunter as lord, and Hunter never demanded it.

The teases and mockery made the Steele family chuckle.

Some it drew the attention of the Champions.

"Amazing... Before, if such people would approach the Steele Family, all the servants would be nervous. Now, look at them. They can't even take these champions seriously! These are the strongest of the Lowlands! Now they are but a joke to our knights." Mezal whispered to Kyros.

"So much for keeping things low-key..." Kyros sighed.

"Why are you laughing, slave?" The Champion shouted.

"I'm sorry. But Lady Reptilia. Is already taken. She has... the Great Sword Saint, Hunter Steele! May his seed live forever!" The servant chuckled.

"Sword Saint? I wish to see who this sword saint is!" The Berserker raged as he moved to the front. Next to Reptilia was Hunter.

"Are you this Hunter? A mere soldier? Are you even a Captain?!" The Champion shouted as he stood defiantly in front of Hunter.

The Barbarian was a head taller than Hunter.

"A weakling! Ptooey!" The Barbarian spat at Hunter.

"Lord Kyros..." Hunter took a deep breath as he spoke.

"Ahh, screw it. We can't keep it low-key anyway. Finish it before the lizards arrive." Kyros sighed.

"Lady Reptilia! If you were to choose a man to be your husband, I am the-"

POW!

A devastating Force fueled punch rocked the jaw of the Champion as Hunter delivered a blow.

The power of the vampire surged, and his strength soared.