CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 16 DEFEAT

With one sword strike, the enemy army of ten thousand could not stand against him.

What kind of aura is this?

Not only the Black Knight Sasar, but also the militiamen and mercenaries in the distance were stunned. Is this still a human? Even the legendary Holy Temple Knights are nothing more than this, right? The humans, already in an attacking rhythm, suddenly cheered in unison, their morale greatly boosted. In an instant, they nearly exploded with three or four times their fighting power, instantly pushing the undead back.

Seeing this scene, Sasar knew he was beyond saving, but the dark and proud blood within his body made him unable to admit defeat—

What kind of army is this? Judging by their attire, they were nothing but a ragtag army; mere militiamen, not even that, just a hastily assembled group of anxious refugees. Yet they possessed an impressive core group and commanders. Sasar couldn’t help but wonder, who exactly are they?

Where did they come from?

Erune is nothing but a decaying kingdom. How could the rising Madara possibly fail at the hands of such an army in such a historically enshrouded kingdom—even its own citizens had lost the reason to fight for this land. Sasar refused to accept failure dealt by the enemy.

The Black Knight drew his sword, the Soul Fire in his chest flaring up uncontrollably. He immediately turned and grabbed a higher-ranking Corpse Witch beside him, pointing out Brand’s position and loudly ordered it to use Spirit Piercing to attack the other.

Then he patted his warhorse’s neck, urging it to trot, and together with three Black Knight trusted aides, they began to separate the ranks of skeletons ahead, charging toward the enemy. Sasar believed that even in adverse circumstances, there was still a chance to strike down the opponent amidst the chaos—he wanted to reclaim his honor.

This is Madara’s pride, the pride of the Dark Nobles.

But at the same moment, Brand also noticed the situation. He immediately pointed to Char beside him. The young wizard follower immediately shot a streak of white light from his hand, hitting the Corpse Witch lieutenant that was casting a spell. But what Char did not expect was that his spell bounced off to the sides after hitting the ribcage of the Corpse Witch, then dissipated into smoke.

Char’s rank was too low.

Brand realized this resistance effect the moment he saw the spell clearly. He frowned. Since he was in the midst of slashing off the heads of several skeleton soldiers on the other side, it was destined that he wouldn’t be able to retract his sword in time, but Brand quickly raised his left hand—

A bright sky blue triangular array appeared in his palm.

The Corpse Witch lieutenant’s Spirit Piercing had already been unleashed, while Brand injected three Wind Element Crystals into his Element Pool, and displayed the Wind Magic Card—Energy Drain.

The sky-blue card set symbolized the power of the wind, agile and ever-changing, mysterious spells, superior follow-up moves, and a winning edge against the unexpected. The Wind Fate Cards also possessed similar power—

Transparent, jagged mental waves shot out like a sharp blade from the Corpse Witch’s forehead, crossing half the battlefield in an instant, heading straight towards Brand’s group. But immediately, it halted in the middle of the battlefield—a moment so strange it seemed as though even time paused for a second—then it whistled back like a storm, a series of dull sounds, ’boom’, ’boom’, ’boom’, countless undead heads exploding along its path.

The decapitated Corpse Witch wobbled on its skeletal warhorse before toppling over.

Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts!

The less-knowledgeable mercenaries were fine, but Reto, Mano, Batom, and those from Fulong Tower were almost frightened enough to drop their swords and blades. From their perspective, Brand was already an extraordinarily genius young man with Black Iron Middle Rank strength at less than twenty years old, an excellent commander, well-learned, and a rare talent.

But now they saw that he was also a wizard, capable of contending with at least a Middle Lower Rank Corpse Witch!

Could it be that he is actually a rare Revealer?

Sasar felt a chill in his heart. It wasn’t fear, for undead were destined never to feel true fear, but he was somewhat shaken—he didn’t know who this young man was, wielding an Elf Sword, with exceptional martial skills, calm and steady in command—such a person, how could he be obscure in Erune?