The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Chapter 215 Killing A Killer Doesn't Change The Number Of Killers (2)

BA-22, 2028 ACE.

BA-22 was only 35 kilometers away from the capital of Grittenhein Kingdom, Lichtenberg, which made it the closest forbidden area to a Kingdom. Even BA-32 was 65 kilometers away from Braxtein Kingdom's Outer Region, Lone Plain.

3 kilometers away from the Twenty Second Obelisk, the Obelisk of Astaroth, a massive army of all races were stationed. All of them were preparing themselves to face the Sixth Outbreak.

The First Outbreak had occured around 10 years ago, and it had been a nightmare to the citizens of Braxtein Kingdom.

Many of them had lost their loved ones to the Outbreak, and lots of members of Royal Army had been sacrificed because of it. All of that was caused by two things: arrogance and lack of preparation.

Braxtein Kingdom had received mockery from the world due to their loss in the disaster at first, but it all stopped when the Second Outbreak occured. That time, despite being fully prepared, Lichtenberg, the neighboring kingdom of Braxtein Kingdom, had also lost the battle.

After the Second Outbreak, everyone realized that they wouldn't be able to face an Outbreak by themselves without bearing a heavy loss. Because of this, three months after the Outbreak, Arthean Empire established an Alliance to face future Outbreaks.

Although the next three Outbreaks had occured outside Arthean Empire's territory, the Alliance still remained, because the Human Emperor didn't want to repeat the same mistake twice.

With the Outbreaks, everyone, regardless of their race, was united. The Five Races always sent their army to face the Outbreak together.

Some sides were—mainly humans—had rejected the idea at first, but a move from each race's Emperor had been enough to silence them ... Forever.

Today, for the third time, after 6 years, another Outbreak occured in Arthean Empire's territory. Of course, it wasn't something to rejoice about, but the army of every existing race on the planet were gathered there, in BA-22 to face it together.

On the west side of the Obelisk of Astaroth, two Legion Commanders were facing each other.

One of them was an unbelievably handsome man with long brown hair tied in a high pony tail, and the other one was a middle-aged man with a muscular body hidden under his armour.

"Commander Basil, you look worried. Who are you worrying about? Your Lover?"

"You look quite excited today, Craig."

"Hahaha! I'm not excited; I'm nervous! However if you think about it, excitement and nervousness aren't really different after all: your heart beats like crazy whenever you feel them."

Basil smiled faintly at Craig, and bumped his fist to Craig's chest. "You just said something that is really popular as a soldier's last word."

"Hey, hey. Don't kill me with your curse—let my sin do that!" Craig smirked at Basil, and both of them laughed afterwards. "Now that's what I want to see! Having a distracted mind in a battle won't bring you a good result."

Basil said nothing, but nodded his head in agreement. He, too, was aware that he was thinking too much about the whole thing, but he still couldn't help worrying about Iliana.

He had a rather unpleasant premonition about the Outbreak, and he felt strangely reluctant to be separated from Iliana. He felt there was something wrong, but he couldn't say what was actually wrong.

"I hope it will be nothing more than just a premonition," Basil muttered as he looked to the north.

"Huuh... It's good to be young and talented, huh? If I got such a girlfriend like yours, I, too, would treasure her."

"I believe you are aware of this, but you are—"

"I know I am already old!" Craig exclaimed. "But you know, that's as far as I would do—treasure her. I wouldn't worry about her, because I would believe in her capability."

Basil slightly quirked his eyebrow, and chuckled in amusement. "Interesting..." He had just been reminded of what his lover was capable of by his friend, and he found it amusing. "Thank you for the pep talk, Craig. You are my favorite friend now."

"This kid... What do you think of me for all this time?"

"An annoying colleague."

Craig immediately whined about how cruel Basil was treating him, but Basil ignored him as he mounted his horse, and rode it to the front of the Legion he was leading.

Craig stopped whining, and merely smirked at that gesture. He immediately mounted his horse, then headed to his Legion.

Pulling on the horse reins, Basil faced his Legion while still on top of the horse. Everyone in his Legion straightened themselves upon his arrival, and faced him with a stern face.

He looked at them silently, as he recalled the challenge he had faced to reach his current position. '10 years of hardships ... I can consider it pays well.'

Basil Cobham was known because of three things: a Marquess of Braxtein Kingdom, the youngest Violet Core Knight in Arthean Empire, and the youngest Legion Commander of Alliance's Army.

He was extremely well known in Braxtein Kingdom, because he had rejected the position of a Royal Army's Legion Commander five years ago as he believed that Royal Army didn't deserve his brilliance.

Many had mocked him because of his arrogance at first, but he shit them up with the achievement that none of them could achieve.

He received the position as one of the 12 Legion Commanders of Henosis, the Alliance Army, after he had reached Early Stage Violet Core at 27 years old.

Although Basil had never aimed status—he was too focused on improving himself—he accepted his role as one of the 12 Legion Commanders gladly. He was, after all, one of the representatives of humans; he felt honored to be entrusted such a responsibility.

"My soldiers! We are nothing, but a pawn. We are here only to kill, and die if we fail to kill."

Every Knights under Basil's command listened to his word intently as none of them wanted to miss a single word he uttered. They knew Basil would only say realistically harsh things, but they also knew there was a deeper meaning to it.

"However! Each creature we kill saves tens of lives, and each of our death is never in vain. We are fighting for the people we love, for the Kingdom we are born in, and for the better future—they are what move us, the pawns. "

Although Basil was rather cold toward them, he was the very Commander who had led them to victory in countless of battles. They respected him heavily, and they would be lying if they said they didn't adore him.

"Today, we are taking ourselves to the door of death, but whether we fail or succeed in doing so, we will all win. You die, you save hundreds of lives; you live, you can drink with the people you saved."

Boom!

Mana suddenly overwhelmed the surrounding air, and everyone could feel the oppressing aura exuded by the Obelisk of Astaroth.

The barrier separating the land between the Obelisk and the rest of the world was lifted, revealing the hundreds of thousands of Demons behind, and a beam of an extremely condensed raw Mana was shot from the tip of the Obelisk to the sky.

The Outbreak was started.

"I can't encourage you. If you are afraid, withdraw; if you are anxious, think of the people you want to protect." Basil raised his sword, and infused his Qi into it. "What I can do for you is one: sending you to your death!"

Basil's sword shone in dark violet light, and the air in his surrounding even bent at his overwhelming Qi. The Knights under his command were bathed in his Qi, the Qi of a Violet Core Knight, and all of their eyes lit up excitedly.

Turning to the front, Basil pointed his sword forward, and shouted, "Charge!" Then without waiting for anyone, he dashed forward.

The reaction was instantaneous. The Knights under his command immediately cried enthusiastically, and followed closely behind him.

This is one of his qualities that the Knights in his Legion adored very much: unlike the other Legion Commanders, Basil stood in the front line. He was always the very first person to charge forward, but could still lead the Knights behind him splendidly.

In times like this, this quality of his became even more apparent as his Legion apparently became the very first Legion of Henosis to charge forward. The Demons rushed at them like a tsunami wave, but all of them could easily break through the rank.

Warcry soon filled the entire battlefield as a river of blood was formed on the ground. Mages casted their Spells, Knights utilized their Aura, Spirits used their fire, Elves shot their arrows, and Dwarves blasted the Demons with their weapons.

10 minutes was all it took to turn a normal arid plain to a hellish place. The smell of blood, urine, sweat, and scorched skin overwhelmed the air, but none of the people seemed to mind about it in the slightest.

They only had one thing in their mind, and that was, winning. At this moment, each race that had been previously indifferent toward each other was truly united; they cooperated with each other to kill their enemies, the Demons of the Obelisk.

BOOM!

Basil had just blasted a thousand of Demons with his Technique, but his eyes didn't indicate that he was satisfied with how things were developing. The flow of the battle was on their favor, but something still didn't seem right to him.

"Tsk. I am going to the north."

Clicking his tongue, Basil got down from his horse, and told it to retreat. To a Legion Commander, their horse was symbolical; they didn't actually need it. Therefore, Basil didn't want to waste its life in the battlefield.

Channeling Qi to his finger, he shot a Qi powered flare to the sky. It worked as a signal that only his Legion understood: the signal of absence.

"I hope they can do well without me."

Immediately kicking the ground, he headed to the north with his maximum speed, while avoiding the gaze of the other Legion Commanders. It was not normal for a Legion Commander to leave their Legion behind, after all.

Upon reaching his destination, Basil was greeted with the very scene he didn't want to see. There was a massive Magic Barrier covering an area of 2 square kilometers in front of him that he was sure was hosting almost a tenth of the Demons of the Obelisk.

What he was really concerned about though—

"The Paladins are here, but they do nothing!"

—Iliana was trapped inside it.