”Chapter 8 : Commander of the Battlefield
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Weed, the group of savages, the Phoenixes, and Bingryong took a break.
The original plan was to seek more prey for contribution points and spoils. However, the Vejague and Salmere Tribes’ Stamina was dropping, and the Lekiye Tribe was fainting from mental exhaustion, so a break was unavoidable.
Weed held bandages and ran around treating the Vejague tribe.
“First Aid!”
His hands did their utmost to tightly wrap the wounds. This wasn’t because he was a devoted saint, but rather, for his objective to drag them further into the battlefield.
However, his saved up herbs soon began to run low. The Vejague Tribe’s warriors were the size of mountains and they had many big wounds, so it couldn’t be helped.
“Yellowy, we’re running out of herbs. Spit some saliva out!”
The bull’s thick saliva was used instead of herbs.
After treating the troops like so, they advanced once more.
Balkan, the Imoogi, and Feylord’s fight was reaching its final stage.
— Kiyaaaaaaaoooo!
“I’ll kill you and turn you into an Undead.”
“I will not forgive any of you who have defiled the holy ground of the Embinyu.”
They were waging a fierce battle with strong hostility against their opponents.
Balkan’s robe was torn, completely revealing his skeleton. He was a high-ranking monster who had covered the continent in blood and corpses! However, his strength was limited by the holy sword in his chest, and because of Death Sentence, it was no longer possible for him to absorb Health and Mana. It could be said that his life had become wretched indeed.
“Evil Undead, return to the place where thou wouldst sleep. Turn Undead!”
Undead cleansing magic! The Embinyu Church’s Priests’ Turn Undead magic was focused on Balkan.
“Not yet… There is work left to be done here. There are too many living beings.”
Balkan was the sovereign ruler of the Undead. He tried to eradicate the Embinyu Church while commanding the Undead, but they stubbornly held on until the end, so it wasn’t easy. Moreover, the Imoogi was spewing magic so the damage to the Undead Army was also great.
At last, a problem arose with Balkan’s body. Bright light erupted from the holy sword lodged in his chest.
Craaaack!
A large crack formed on his skull, and the Death Aura that had surrounded his body became thin and faded.
“This sword’s curse is…”
The Holy Sword was inversely absorbing Balkan’s mana.
Balkan’s body was wrapped light as radiant as the sun.
“This… I cannot go on. On the day I clear this sword’s curse, I will surely have my revenge.”
Leaving behind words filled with hatred, neither the Lich Balkan or the Holy Sword remained.
He was not completely destroyed, but unsummoned! Lich Balkan had returned to the location of the Life Force Vessel where his life was sealed because he had no Mana left to compose his body.
The Undead were noticeably weaker after Balkan disappeared.
“Kuueell?”
The Zombies forgot about facing enemies and were in confusion. A part of the Skeletons even returned to piles of bones. The Doom Knights’ Death Auras were also weakened, so they dropped like stones from the purification magic of the Embinyu Priests. Leaping ghosts and the innumerable Undead Army wandered about.
“It’s too bad Balkan already left.” Weed smacked his lips in regret.
Balkan, the leader of the Immortal Legion, was indeed the real deal. He had shown them an incredible sight, demonstrating that Undead worthy of being written in the history of the Versailles Continent had to be at his level.
The Undead Army Balkan made had to be dealt with in order to hunt him, so for most guilds, he was truly an enemy they could not even conceive!
“His ability to handle Undead is far more outstanding than Lich Shire’s.”
He mass-produced low-ranking Undead, made them fight, and even aided their abilities. If not for the Death Sentence and the constraints of the Holy Sword stabbed into his chest, he could have captured the Embinyu Fortress alone.
A chance to hunt Balkan was far and few in between. Weed would’ve won even if he had to sacrifice all the garish savages, so it was regretful that Balkan had left.
Even with Balkan gone, the situation was not looking good for the Imoogi. Riddled with wounds, it couldn’t even fly due to its torn wings, and the Undead and Dark Knights were brandishing their swords at it. With its movements restricted, there was even a war being waged between the Undead and Dark Knights atop the Imoogi’s back.
Indeed, it was hard for the Embinyu Church’s situation to be any worse than this.
There weren’t even a dozen priests left, and fewer than 100 Dark Knights were left to barely block the Undead Army! It was thanks to the High Priest Feylord emitting divine power and pushing back the Undead Army that they were able to endure.
Balkan, who departed and abandoned the Undead Army. The craft Imoogi, who reserved its strength to breathlessly save some Health. The Embinyu Church, who were trying to drive out the intruders.
This was the place Weed dragged the savages and the sculptured lifeforms to.
— Ringleader!
“Is he the lowly human who summoned Balkan Demoph here?”
“You’re the culprit who brought all these monsters here!” The representative of the Undead was one among the Doom Knights.
Weed received violent castigation from the three groups. However, he spread his shoulders wide and spoke tenaciously. “As a rule, the popular guy receives malicious remarks.”
His baseless sense of blamelessness!
Weed said towards the Imoogi, “If you were stronger, you would have been able to kill all those ugly enemies. Right?”
— ….
Next, it was the Doom Knights: “Who told him to appear with a blade in his chest? Even Balkan was unsummoned because he was weak.”
Then Feylord: “I was originally enemies with you. Who are you resenting and to whom are you griping at?”
Such self-centered statements and endless self-justifications!
“History only remembers the winner. It doesn’t even care about the cowardly excuses of the losers. Isn’t that right, Bingryong?”