The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Chapter 478 A Glimpse of the Unveiled

Chapter 478 A Glimpse of the Unveiled

There were two crucial pieces of information that Basil had managed to get. First, Bael was still alive. Second, all of the remaining active Obelisks were going to be unsealed which would lead to a massive Outbreak. The latter didn't make Basil too worried as he could make sure everyone important to him remained unaffected. It was slightly concerning regardless as it would happen faster than it had happened in his past life.

'The butterfly effect is getting out of hand these days,' he mused humorously to himself.

Already getting everything that he wanted, he decided it was time to end the group of High-Class Demons. Taking out Caliburn, he infused his Mana into it. The sword glowed in gold, alarming the Demons even though none of them could see it. They looked around warily as they were unable to shake off the feeling of doom. Basil revealed himself at this moment, causing their attention to focus on him.

As their eyes widened upon seeing the Demon-killing sword, Basil took this chance to launch his attack. A wave of blinding golden light swept over the Demons, causing them to scream painfully. Fortunately, Basil had sealed the space around them, so their scream went unheard. They couldn't teleport anywhere either, preventing them from escaping.

When the light died down, three Demons remained standing on their feet. Out of the three, only one of them appeared to still be capable of fighting; the rest were already on the brink of death. Basil clamped his index and middle finger together and then made a cutting-down motion. The two dying Demons' heads immediately dropped to the ground, soon followed by their lifeless bodies.

The remaining Demon stared at Basil in horror as he approached her. She was rooted to her spot, too intimidated by Basil's gaze to move. Basil put a hand on her forehead when he was right in front of her. He cast [Soul Scourge] on her, causing her to black out. After extracting every vital information from her, he let go of her forehead, allowing her to drop dead. With a snap, he burned all of the bodies, erasing them from existence.

Without wasting a single second, Basil ran off in the direction that could bring him to the peak of the Obelisk with the least number of obstacles. At least, that was true according to the memory of the Demon. On the way, he passed some groups of Demons who were running frantically to the place where he had eliminated the High-Class Demons. No one noticed him, but they were undoubtedly looking for him.

'I have been avoiding the security system of the Obelisk for two weeks straight now. They must be frustrated that an intruder has been killing their personnel, but they still can't find the intruder,' Basil mused. 'However, they are quicker this time. It seems they have figured out that tracking the life of every High-Class Demon is the way to catch me.'

Basil didn't have enough power to face all of the Demons in the Obelisk at once; however, he was blessed with an otherworldly Stealth Technique. Thanks to it, he could take them one by one and quickly climbed the Obelisk. Of course, Basil didn't think he was fast enough. He only had a month to finish his conquest. It was only an estimation, but he was sure the Empire would do something drastic soon.

He cared about his family more than he did the others. He wouldn't hesitate to behead his admirer if it meant he could save his family. Despite that, he didn't want to be responsible for the death of the hundreds of thousands of souls who followed him. It was their choice to follow him, but letting them die facing his enemies would still leave a bad taste in his mouth. Because of that, he needed to hurry.

Two days later, Basil found himself standing at the edge of a rocky mountain. He was overlooking the area below, noting in distaste that he had been surrounded. As if running out of luck, the passage to go up was also sealed for the next fifteen hours. It was an automatic procedure that the Obelisk ran and no one but the Obelisk Master could manipulate it.

One might wonder why he wasn't being sneaky instead of waiting for the enemies surrounding him to gang up on him. He was trying to test something out. According to the memory of the random High-Class Demon whom he had slain, Bael was busy indulging himself in a Ritual at the moment. His two weeks of stay had also proven that Bael was being extremely passive, so he wondered if the Ritual forbade him from acting ever.

It was a gamble on his side since he would risk himself getting killed if Bael could still act. Although he was hoping for his hypothesis to be true, he also didn't mind being proven wrong. Killing Bael would mean clearing the Obelisk. As long as the Demons remained in the Obelisk, they would die alongside Bael. He would be able to fulfil his main purpose for coming there more easily that way.

"So, you are the one who has been killing our brethren. You shall meet your end now!" the first Demon who reached Basil exclaimed indignantly.

Basil looked at the said Demon in disinterest. The Demon wouldn't be able to make him sweat. None of the Demons surrounding him could. It would only be a different story if the passage to the higher floor were not sealed. For the next fifteen hours or until Bael made a move, he would be facing canon fodders. Their number was the only reason why it would make him sweat.

Despite the situation, he didn't dare make light of it. With the nigh-infinite number of enemies he had to face for the next fifteen hours, it would only need a lucky shot to break his momentum. With that being the case, he activated his Pacifer Seal and [One with Nature]. His eyes glowed in gold along with his Pacifer Seal. The Mana Pressure he was exuding evoked the terror of the Demon in front of him, freezing the Demon in his place.

Caliburn shone brighter; the light overwhelmed the peak of the mountain for a brief moment. When the light died down, Basil was nowhere to be found. The Demon who had found Basil first stood rooted to his place before turning around in horror. Basil was walking away from him, on his way to meet his brethren.

Overcoming his fear, the Demon moved. Alas, his feet disintegrated at his first step. As he looked down, he also found his hands disintegrating. He watched in utter despair as his body turned to ash. The millennia-long of fierce competition and endless training ended up in vain. His enemy was beyond his capability to contend. He wanted to scream; alas, he couldn't. Basil's broad back filled his vision as he ceased to exist.

On the way to the peak, the Demons, who had watched the peak enveloped by golden light, gulped in trepidation. They knew what the light earlier was. It was a telltale sign of the Light Magic usage. Light Magic was the reason why they weren't so keen on dealing with Fairies. It was one of the only two things that posed definitive harm to them.

Naturally, being High-Class Demons, they couldn't falter. They had dealt with death daily, so they weren't alien to the feeling. They resumed their march until they met the bane of their existence. There was no Demon to be found in the vicinity. Fear gripped their hearts as Basil lightly skipped toward them, but they preserved. Then, Basil disappeared from their view in a flash.

In the time that took them to turn around, their bodies turned to ashes. They could barely register the sensation of Caliburn cutting through them. Their eyes only bulged out of their sockets when they witnessed what happened to the Demons trailing closely behind them. The scene was the only reason they could figure out what had happened to them. Their realisation, of course, brought no positive impact to them. Their vision quickly tunnelled and their souls soon left the mortal world.

The experience was universal to those who chased after Basil. Basil was graciously efficient in each of his attacks. He didn't give time to the Demons to prepare themselves, ending the fight quickly and silently. He forced them to sacrifice their brethren to better prepare for his attack. Some managed to prepare themselves, yet it was in vain. Basil still took them down in a flash.

Boom!

A gigantic High-Class Minotaur swung its mace down with a roar. Given its size, it was confident that it would defeat Basil. It was different from its small-sized brethren, it believed. Its red eyes burned brighter when Basil was stopped in his tracks for the first time. It cackled madly as it saw Basil rooted to the ground because of its heavy mace.

The Minotaur Warrior roared in excitement. It was ecstatic that the chance to be stationed on a higher had finally come. It could finally prove its worth to the human-looking High-Class Demons that it was better despite its resemblance to an animal. Its excitement was quelled by a disappointing reality. No matter how much it put its strength to its mace, Basil wouldn't budge.

"It is most splendid. I shall thank thee for bringing thy brethren for me to slaughter."

The fire in the Minotaur Warrior's eyes immediately died down. Dread washed over his entire existence as it felt Basil's power overpowering his. When its mace was flung to the sky, it didn't bother to defend itself. Basil's purpose for letting it 'overpower' him was to lure his brethren their way. Now that they were there, it was time for the slaughter.

A flash of golden light covered the entire place. Basil was nowhere to be found when the light disappeared, but the Demons couldn't care less. Their bodies were turning to ashes. They were nothing before the might of the human who had been lurking around the Obelisk for the last two weeks. It was but a futile attempt to chase after him. Despite that, they still did it. After all, they were the stepping stones for those above them—for the more glorious purpose.