The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Chapter 148 The True Beginning (11)

Boom!

The head of one of the Demons that dare to come at Basil was blown away. With his Qi infused hand, he had punched through its head. Needless to say, there was not a single Low Class Demon could stand a punch from him.

Of course, Basil's fearsomeness had nothing to do with the Demons' courage at all. As the word goes, "He, who thinketh less, hath more bravery," the horde of unintelligent creatures had nothing to fear.

They were born as a natural fighter; they had to struggle ever since they were birthed. Such creatures don't see death as something they need to be afraid of—death always accompanies their step—they are used to it.

The main reason of all this is, of course, their lack of intelligence. They valued themselves too much, they forgot there is always a bigger fish in the ocean.

Their stupidly prideful nature worsen the situation even more. In the end, they are no different than a pawn, a sacrifice, people who held no value over their life.

Therefore, many of them died just because they poked the wrong person. Again, due to their lack of intelligence, none of them learned from the others' mistakes.

They saw that as something to boast about instead. Therefore, instead of stop doing it, it was encouraged. Stupid indeed. However, this trait makes them fearsome.

Basil twirled the Sealing Sword in his hand, and infused his Mana into it. The Rune carved on its blade shone, before wind swirled around it. With a casual thrust, Basil sent the wind forward.

"Execution Art: [Death Swirl]!"

Whoosh!

Whirlwind is naturally vertical. In Basil's Art however, with the Sealing Sword as its source, the whirlwind formed horizontally. 30 unlucky Demons were caught up in it, and got their whole body mutilated gruesomely.

Not only was the wind more than enough to blow them away, but also sharp enough to shred them.

Sharp? Yes, it was sharp.

Basil didn't just send a horizontal whirlwind at the Demons. There were also wind blades in the inner part of the wind.

This is a reproduced Art of the one Basil had used to kill Kinsey. With the help of the Sealing Sword, he used the more controlled version of it to finish the Demons in front of him.

What is the correlation between the Sealing Sword and the more controlled Art? The answer is the Rune.

Basil had just figured out that infusing his Mana directly into the sword, not the Rune, helped him control his Mana better.

Although the Rune had no function such as stabilizing one's Mana usage, the sword was heavily influenced by the Rune carved on its blade. Therefore, upon infusing his Mana into the sword, the Rune worked prematurely.

In result, the Rune stabilized the Mana, instead of absorbing and processing it in accordance to the command written in the Rune.

Needless to say, this was not something that easy to do. Mana is naturally picky; it only goes to places suitable for them—an environment that could easily host Mana.

A piece of metal—unless of a Mythical Grade—is naturally inferior to Rune that is made to process Mana.

Normally, when there is a Rune Carved on the surface of something, the Mana one infuses doesn't go to the thing the Rune is Carved on, but the Rune itself.

The reason is because the Rune is more habitable for the Mana rather than the thing the Rune is Carved on.

Therefore, to infuse one's Mana into a naturally less suitable place for Mana was just slightly easier than controlling it; it was still hard!

Although it was a little bit of a hassle, Basil could do it just fine nonetheless.

With that being said, there are also some instances where the thing the Rune is Carved on is more habitable for Mana. However, it can only happen to High Grade Artefacts.

The Sealing Sword Basil was currently wielding was by no means a High Grade Artefact. Although in terms of quality it was better than Kusanagi, function wise, it was inferior to Kusanagi.

Kusanagi made one possess an extreme control over wind that could make a Pyro Mage be just as good in Wind Magic as an Anemo Mage.

In the other hand, the Sealing Sword had no special ability or whatsoever. The only quality it had was the superior durability over Kusanagi, and, of course, the passive function of the Rune that acted as a Mana stabilizer.

Although it functioned not as good as his Ultimate Circles, for the current Basil, it was still helpful.

An hour passed, and the horde was as endless as it was before. The Demons seemed to have learnt something.

They were sending their weaker kind to distract Basil, so the stronger kind could attack him. It was getting more bothersome facing them.

Just like now, 123 Goblins were coming at him at once, while the bullheaded, half-human Demons, Minotaurs were ready behind the Goblins to catch him off guard.

Although the Minotaurs were just a normal Minotaur, not a Minotaur Warrior, it was still bothersome to deal with.

Of course, Basil had a way to face these pesky creatures.

[Synchronization]!

A part of Vagus' soul was slowly poured into the Sealing Sword. The process was easier than infusing his Mana to the sword, since a Sword Soul can basically reside in any kind of sword.

Still, the Sealing Sword couldn't handle the burden of Vagus' soul, despite being made of a higher quality metal than Kusanagi that was made from the natural metal bone of Yamata No Orochi; only 30% of Vagus' soul could be contained.

The bronze colored Sealing Sword shone in a mixture of blue and bronze. A destructive aura was exuded from Basil's entire being, and it was enough to make the Goblins falter in their step.

In that moment, Basil brandished his sword gracefully.

? Schwing!

Nothing happened for a while, but soon a foreboding feeling terrorized the cursed soul of every Demons in front of Basil. Then in a blink of an eye, chaos happened.

BOOM!

The air was split apart, and all of the Goblins coming at Basil were bisected cleanly; not even a drop of blood spilled before the upper half of the body touched the ground.

Of course, this didn't stop just there. Out of the 17 Minotaurs coming at him, 8 of them were also bisected cleanly.

The rest had manged to pull back, and only had a deep cut in their abdomen, which could be healed in a matter of minutes with their regeneration speed.

Hiss!

The Sealing Sword steamed. In the end, even 30% of Vagus' soul was too much for it. Luckily, nothing happened to it, nor the Rune Carved on its blade.

It would be a hassle if the Rune was destroyed.

That being said, Basil couldn't use anymore [Synchronization] for the time being.

Now, he could only rely on his floating swords to kill the Demons in mass. Although not as effective as utilizing [Synchronization], it would still do.

Basil retracted his 20 floating swords that were keeping the Gutters away, and lined them up in front of him. Arranging them in a circle, he utilized his Mana once again, and activated one of his newly made Art.

"Execution Art: [Circle of Dream]!"

Electricity ran through his finger, before heading to the swords floating in circle. The electricity jumped from blade to blade, before eventually wrapping all of them.

A magnificent scene of a circle made from 20 swords of sparkling lightning was made.

Hum.

Each time the lightning sparked, the sword resonated with it. A fascinating, but uneasiness evoking hum could be heard.

The scene was enough to entrance anyone who saw it, making them feel as if they were dreaming. Due to this, the Art was named [Circle of Dream]

The purpose of the Art, was to kill the enemy while they were entranced—while they were dreaming.

Basil spun the circle of swords, and sent it toward the horde of Demons.

The weaker kind were completely out of it; they couldn't notice the sparkling circle was coming to take their life. However, the stronger kind quickly took a step away.

Caesar looked at the scene, and sighed in amazement. Such a display of control over one's Art was unimaginable for a Third Circle Mage.

Like the word goes: "Monster and genius are not so different." However, he could confidently say Basil was even exceptional amongst monsters.

Looking to his hand, he could see his hair was standing due to the static electricity in the air. He could already see the outcome of Basil's attack: a lot would have to forfeit their life.

When the lightning circle reached to a certain point, the spinning speed became even faster. The electricity hum became even more audible, and it was starting to grate one's ears.

Still, the Demons of the weaker kind couldn't wake up from their daze. The electricity in the air had managed to fry the nerves in their brain, due to their unprotected head.

None of the Demons could see when, but when they realized it, the spinning circle of swords was already sending a lightning at them.

Zap!

They were struck, and they could do nothing but standing motionlessly, before dropping to the ground. Right when they fell, they seemed to have lost every motor nerves in their body; they had lost control over their body.

Not so different from a dead body, they could only lay on the ground in bewilderment, and wait for their imminent death to come.

Their heart beat wildly, and their sensory senses were amplified. They could clearly and slowly see the scene of Basil's floating swords coming at them. They could feel the sword slowly entering their body, and the pain was amplified.

It was so surreal; it looked like a dream. While still puzzled of what was actually happening, they slowly lost their vision.

Even until the end, they still considered the happening was a mere dream, due to its absurdity.

The swords that had been piercing their chest were retracted, then floated in the air in a circle.

That became the last thing they saw in their dream; they called it a circle of dream.