Reincarnated Lord: I can upgrade everything!

The moment the crimson lights faded from Beowulf's eyes, he turned to face the sword and spear twins.

Roaring, he clashed with both of them, his strikes filled with powerful ferocity and also relentless.

Each strike was so powerful that formless ripples spread outward when his axe collided with either Alex's sword or Alec's spear and shield.

To the twins' shock, they were being pushed back by one man.

Alex frowned. He closed the gap when Beowulf faced his brother and pierced his sword right through Beowulf's abdomen!

He pulled out the sword and his brother delivered another strike from the front, piercing his spear through Beowulf's chest.

As Alec pulled out his flaming spear, Beowulf, whom they expected to fall, took a step forward and struck down!

His axe struck Alec's shield but while it did not damage Alec's shield, the force pulled Alec's arm out of his shoulder!

Instantly, he lost control of that arm.

Beowulf followed up with a sweeping strike but a sword hit the axe down.

Shockingly, Alex discovered his strength was far lesser than Beowulf's!

Before he could think about how this sudden increase, a hidden guard threw Beowulf's other axe toward him, and he delivered an upward strike.

Clang!

Alex's sword flew out of his hand!

Alex ignored the pain coming from his wrist and stepped on Beowulf's axe. He then punched Beowulf's face.

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This time around, he saw the crimson gleam that flashed past Beowulf's eyes.

Beowulf let go of his left axe and their fists collided! Alex's knees slammed the ground, digging deep into the soil as he groaned in pain.

All of a sudden, a thick hand wrapped around Beowulf's neck from behind and they both crashed to the ground.

Alec's body locked him while trying to snap his neck but his strength was losing against Beowulf's!

All his life he had never met anyone this strong. So strong that the strength he was proud of paled before it.

'Kill him!' A voice screamed in Alex's head.

Groaning deeply, Alex got to his feet, grabbed his brother's spear and thrust it into Beowulf once more.

"Ahhh!"

Beowulf's eyes turned bright red and he broke out of Alec's hold and headbutted Alex, causing the swordsman to stagger backwards.

Suddenly, Adam having regained himself ran towards the battlefield instead of his wife. He dashed past Alex and clashed with Beowulf.

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Both of them were aggressive, executing one domineering strike after another, but Adam was slowly losing.

Asher lingered around, cutting down barbarian warriors and itching to interfere but Katarina's vision was of concern to him.

Eritrea and Lambert were in an intense battle against the hidden guard cavalry so they could not help.

However, Asher knew if Beowulf won, the morale of his troops would go down and he would lose.

But at this rate, he would lose a diamond ranked knight. He wanted to retreat and replan but two things bugged him.

Would Beowulf recover?

His mysterious talent had made him a terror to three powerful diamond-ranked knights and it might be worse if they were allowed to replan.

Maybe Beowulf would die but that was a risk Asher wasn't willing to take.

His eyes went to the Shura Bolts and he narrowed his eyes.

He made Bezerk run towards the battlefield of the diamond-ranked knights that caused destruction 100 yards around them. As Bezerk ran, his speed soared.

Meanwhile, Asher held a Shura bolt. He understood after watching the battle that Beowulf had a talent that makes him stronger with each hit!

The only way to bring down a man with an immensely powerful talent is to kill him instantly!

But his diamond-ranked knights were not able to. Three diamond-ranked knights upgraded by the system were not able to even push Beowulf back despite their polished skills.

Spinning the bolt, Asher calculated the distance and once he entered their zone, he launched the bolt with all his light!

Pish!

It pierced through Beowulf's armor from behind and half the length of the bolt came out from the front.

Adam, who was already weary, froze as he stared at the javelin protruding out of Beowulf's chest.

Beowulf looked at it and his vision wavered.

Ceasing the opportunity, Adam delivered the final cut and the head chief dropped to the ground.

Asher approached the scene on his mount and looked at Beowulf's corpse with a glint in his eyes.

Lord Atticus Ashbourne was right; talents were really dangerous.

Even in years to come, he would always remember Beowulf. Such a man was meant to be a terror on a battlefield, a legend that would shake the world.

Too bad he was against him.

On the other side, Lambert and his men turned after clashing with the hidden guard cavalry. They lost no man but the hidden guard lost 10!

This was because the equipment of the hidden guards couldn't compare to the thick armor the Bladebreakers and their warmounts wore.

"For Lord Asher!"

He yelled.

As they and the hidden guards galloped toward each other, arrows came from nowhere, hitting some members of the hidden guards and tossing them over their mounts.

By the time they clashed with the Bladebreakers, 30 had fallen. The rest were decimated by the Bladebreakers. Their cleavers were destroyed by the Bladebreakers's lances and some of them were stomped on!

Lambert turned his head. He saw the Stormbringers galloping away to help the Infantry once again.

Although just 60, they were terrifying.

"Your chief!!"

All of a sudden, Asher's voice rang. It was the first time Eritrea heard Asher's voice in such a loud volume.

It was both dominant and intensely deep.

"Your chief is dead!!"

Asher bellowed once again. This time around, the barbarians saw their chief in the hands of Asher, who rode his regal horse.

Asher raised him high with one hand.

Seeing this, the barbarians began a massive retreat and Asher's men chased after them, taking advantage of the opportunity to reduce their numbers.

"Retreat!" Asher bellowed.

There were still troops and men that could fight inside that city. If his exhausted men entered there, he would have severe losses.

Finally, he turned to his wounded commanders and his general.

"Call the physician!"