Chapter 215
Chapter 215
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 215
Chapter Title: The True Lord
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Millerph locked eyes with Natarcian and spoke in a low voice.
"Go on ahead."
As if understanding his words, Natarcian quickly withdrew from the battlefield with the knights.
Meanwhile, the monsters kept surging forward endlessly.
It was the moment when he wished someone would create distance from the monsters before unleashing a wide-area attack.
Someone was streaking through the sky above the knights fleeing the battlefield.
It was Herric, the guardian mage of the Ferridri family.
He poured attack spells down on the monsters chasing the knights.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-boom!
The creatures faltered momentarily under the barrage of fireballs raining from the sky.
But soon enough, they charged madly through the flames.
"Damn it!"
It was then that Herric realized he couldn't hold back this many on his own.
A powerful aura surged from behind.
It was Natarcian and Demian.
They had turned back upon seeing Herric fly toward the battlefield.
Both gripped their swords tightly with both hands and raised them overhead.
And as Herric's final attack descended upon the monsters' heads.
Demian flashed his eyes open and shouted.
Ferridri Style Second Form.
Spectral Divide!
He swung the sword down with all his might.
A single beam of light shot out from the blade like a flash.
It looked almost identical to the ultimate technique First Form, Flash, but just before it struck the charging monsters!
The light split apart.
It divided into dozens—no, hundreds—of tiny beams that flew like daggers.
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-puk!
Hundreds of monsters collapsed.
For a brief instant, the creatures seemed startled, but then they trampled their fallen comrades and charged again as if nothing had happened.
This time, Natarcian spoke.
Ferridri Style Third Form.
Sword of Annihilation!
He slowly brought his sword down.
Light flickered from the tip, unleashing an aura so ferocious it felt like a tidal wave.
The aura, spanning nearly 70 degrees, shot toward the monsters like a flash and swallowed them whole.
In that moment, all the monsters halted, and distance opened between the two forces.
Watching from the sky, Millerph's eyes gleamed.
'It's done!'
He hurled the massive fireball he had been holding toward the monsters with all his strength.
Whoooosh—
Kwaaaaa—boom!
Flames engulfed the monsters, sweeping the area and sending pillars of fire soaring.
It evoked the crimson mushroom cloud of a nuclear explosion.
Even the knights who had escaped the battlefield were caught in the aftermath.
Knights unable to withstand the shockwave were flung away one after another.
At Arthur's command, Persia swiftly erected a barrier of wind in front of the knights.
Monster corpses and debris flew toward them, but the barrier kept them safe.
On the other hand, the monsters continued dying in the inferno.
The fireball blazed fiercely before gradually dying out.
As the flames vanished, a charred battlefield emerged.
It was nearly impossible to find any living creatures there, and the monsters lucky enough to have escaped the wide-area attack were gripped by fear.
Just as those who instinctively sensed death turned to flee the battlefield.
Kieeeaaaa—!
An ominous roar echoed from behind.
The monsters transformed upon hearing it.
Murderous intent returned to their terrified eyes.
As they snarled and prepared to charge, the ground beneath them rippled like waves in an earthquake and cracked open wide.
Kraaaaa!
Kuaang!
The monsters bellowed.
Sharp pillars erupted from the fissures, and scattered rock piles gathered from all around.
They coiled like dragons rising, shooting into the sky to form golems as large as city gates.
Earth, the spirit of the land, had summoned the golems.
The golems exuded ferocious might, pounding their chests like King Kong.
Their overwhelming presence pressed down on the monsters.
-Kill them all!
At Earth's command, the golems unleashed a barrage of attacks.
Each swing of their fists sent dozens of monsters flying through the air.
Though the monsters had pressed with numerical superiority, they were powerless before the golems' terrifying strength and began to fall back.
Kieeeaaaa—.
Ogres appeared and charged at the golems.
Minotaurs joined in, pouring attacks onto the golems.
One golem crumbled under their assault.
The monsters' morale soared anew, and they swarmed the golems like a pack of dogs.
It was a precarious moment when the golems seemed on the verge of collapse.
Piuuuung—.
With a roar, something streaked toward the monsters.
Kwaang—!
Monsters sprayed blood in all directions as they died.
They halted their attacks on the golems and turned toward the source.
There, Kan carrying Arthur charged in with savage fury.
The monsters bared their fangs at the sight of Kan and rushed madly.
"Get lost."
Arthur slung the RPG-7 onto his back, summoned his K1 Rifle, and unleashed on them.
Tututututututu—.
The golden aura bullets flew, glowing with brilliant light.
The creatures, infused with dark power, were enveloped in light and incinerated the instant they were hit.
Nigras's power was fully manifesting against darkness-wielding foes.
The golems, freed from the clinging monsters, resumed their onslaught.
Boom!
Boom-boom!
Arthur spurred Kan fiercely toward an ogre.
The ogre spotted Arthur charging and swung its fist.
Boooooing—.
Kan kicked off the ground and leaped.
At the same time, Arthur vaulted from the saddle toward the ogre.
He aimed the K1's muzzle at its eye and fired relentlessly.
Tututututututu—.
Kieeeak—!
It shrieked, shaking its head violently.
Arthur landed on its arm and leaped again to its shoulder.
He dismissed the summoned weapon, drew his dagger, and plunged toward the nape of its neck.
"It's different from before."
Arthur drove the dagger, wrapped in golden aura, down with full force.
Puk—.
The blade sank in far too easily.
"As expected."
Having reached the Grand Sword Master realm, piercing ogre hide was no issue.
Arthur summoned the K1 again, jammed the muzzle into the gaping wound, and fired mercilessly.
Tututututututu—.
Kiaaaaaa—.
The creature screamed as if the world were ending, then dropped to its knees and toppled forward.
Light began consuming it from the neck outward.
"Hmm."
Thanks to Nigras's light power, he didn't even need to shatter its skull to kill it.
"Less hassle."
Satisfied, Arthur mounted Kan as he galloped up and headed for the next ogre target.
While he busily eliminated ogres, the golems relentlessly smashed monsters.
Natarcian and Demian could only watch from beneath the wind barrier.
Having expended their strongest techniques, they were restricted in movement for a set time.
Moreover, Natarcian hadn't fully recovered from his injuries and had forcibly drawn out his power, so even after the restriction lifted, he doubted he could fight.
"For the first time in my life, I feel this ashamed and pathetic."
"Me too."
"When the restriction ends, take the knights and charge in to fight alongside him."
"Understood."
It was then that Demian replied firmly.
Millerph descended from the sky and landed before the two.
He bowed politely to Natarcian before speaking.
"If it's alright, may I cast a healing spell on you both?"
"Of course."
"Please do."
"Very well."
Millerph planted his staff in the ground and murmured ancient runes in a low voice.
He could usually cast without incantation, but what he prepared now was the 7th Class spell 'Balance Recovery.'
The ultimate healing magic that restored not only wounds but also the body's shattered balance.
A skill rivaling a saintess's prayer, usable only by World Tree heirs who had reached the 7th Class.
"……Light of healing, shine brightly."
As Millerph's words ended, the staff's head glowed blindingly.
The light was sucked into Natarcian and Demian like absorption.
Moments later.
Low exclamations escaped Natarcian and Demian.
"Ah……."
Herric, approaching after spotting Millerph in the allied lines, gasped at the spell.
"That's……."
Seeing Natarcian's reaction, Millerph smiled faintly.
"It seems effective."
"What manner of magic is this?"
"It's the 7th Class healing spell, Balance Recovery."
Herric stepped forward and answered.
Then he met Millerph's eyes and continued.
"Are you the successor who inherited Sir Mardro's mantle?"
"I am."
"Have you truly ascended to 7th Class?"
Millerph nodded.
"Blessed be the world."
Herric grinned broadly.
Every mage drew from a source of mana unique to them.
Among them, the purest, noblest, and most potent—the pinnacle of all mana—was the 'World Tree's mana.'
Those who inherited it always left great legacies in the magical world, scholars who strove for peace and valiant warriors.
Millerph sensed that Herric before him was also a 7th Class mage.
"We have much to discuss."
"Indeed."
"First, shall we join forces to deal with those fiends?"
"Certainly."
"Then I'll prepare Fire Rain."
Millerph floated into the air, raising his staff overhead.
A massive fireball soon formed above him.
Herric conjured a huge fireball right there as well.
"I'll strike first."
Herric launched his orb at the monsters.
As it reached above their heads, he thrust his staff toward it.
A flash struck the orb.
Kwaaang!
With a roar, the fireball poured down on the monsters.
Then Millerph hurled his fireball skyward.
It soared high.
Then halted midway over the battlefield.
'A transformation?'
Herric watched with curiosity.
The fireball grew until it matched the size of the explosion orb he had seen earlier.
Millerph gazed coldly at the monsters and uttered one word.
"Vanish."
Kwaaang!
The airborne fireball erupted like an explosion.
Tiny fireball fragments from the blast rained down on the monsters.
Like rain pouring from the heavens.
Though finger-sized, their power was devastating.
They incinerated anything they touched instantly.
It was the true essence of 'Fire Rain.'
'As expected of a World Tree heir…….'
Herric gazed at Millerph with awe.
Natarcian and Demian marveled once more at the astonishing attack.
They grew curious about the Julius Kingdom's forces.
Just two arrivals had set hearts racing, yet there was also the knight order captain hailed as the Julius family's guardian deity, the full might of the Lanister family—loyal vassals dubbed the Empire's Spear.
Moreover, they had allied with the Holy Kingdom, receiving Lady Karen's blessing.
Even by public knowledge, it was formidable.
And spirits, near-absolute beings of the middle realm, had chosen him.
'Truly, the Julius family is beyond our judgment.'
Natarcian surveyed the battlefield.
It was becoming a sea of fire.
In the center, he spotted Arthur astride Britannicker.
Flames should have engulfed him, but under the spirits' protection, danger held no meaning.
He seemed like an absolute being.
Natarcian gazed at Arthur and spoke.
"Are you watching him too?"
"Yes. Forgive me, Father, but he seems to be of a different caliber from us."
"You see correctly."
Natarcian smiled meaningfully and continued.
"I've finally found him. The true lord the Ferridri family must serve."