The Lord Is Too Overbearing

After passing through the army of the Empire that was trying to get out of the Kingdom, Anthony, Ordella and her squad showed up before Lukas. The said Legion Commander was equally delighted and infuriated upon seeing Ordella, failing to register Anthony's presence.

"You...! How could you leave us alone and say nothing--"

"We should hurry," Anthony interjected, surprising Lukas. "Those Monsters are on our side. Let's evacuate the citizens from the area of the battlefield, so we can return the things they have done to us ten folds."

"K-King Anthony! Pardon me for my insolence!" Lukas exclaimed in panic.

"It's fine. Nobody expected you to register who was whom in this kind of situation."

Calming himself down, Lukas immediately contacted his fellow Legion Commanders and told them what Anthony had just told him. All of them went silent in disbelief for a few seconds before storing their Transmission Talismans and doing what they were told.

The retreat of the Grittenhein's army was noticed by the Empire's army. None of them minded it too much, however, since their minds were occupied with the thought of escaping the Kingdom. They might win in number yet it was hard for them to attack the Monsters. Added to that was Basil's ferocious attack, which eliminated a lot of them.

"This is not quite right, isn't it? The Monsters are incredibly well-coordinated. It is as if someone is controlling them to attack all of us. Look at the building in the surroundings--very few of them are hit."

One might expect the King to escape first in this kind of situation. He was, after all, the most crucial part of the Kingdom, so it should be the norm to make him the top priority. Gerhard, however, was different. Instead of running out of the Kingdom first, he stayed to observe the situation. Of course, he had the leisure to do this because the Monsters weren't strong enough to threaten him.

The second brightest King of the Five Kingdoms immediately spotted the peculiarity of the situation. He was still not sure whether what he thought was what was happening, however, because he didn't know Basil was not far before the gate of the Kingdom.

It wasn't until he decided to come out to take a look did he become sure of what was happening. He hadn't reached the gate, yet he immediately decided to retreat since one of Basil's swords whizzed past him.

Swish!

"...I will die if I get out, won't I?"

"Let's hide in the meantime," someone said, prompting Gerhard to turn to his side.

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"Duke Archibald. I was wondering where you were for the past two weeks."

The white-haired Duke casually answered, "I was indulging myself in the mundane pleasure that is instigated by my biological need."

"...that's an interesting way to say that you had been pounding women for two days."

Saying nothing, Archibald stormed off. Gerhard shrugged with an amused smile on his face before catching up to Archibald; together, they hid until their backup came.

Basil, who had been observing the two via [Visualisation], stopped his bombardment as he summoned all of his bladed weapons. Dantalion, who was clinging to his neck, quirked her eyebrow in curiosity, failing to interpret what Basil was doing.

"Are you going to let them come near you?" she asked.

"No. I want more of them to come out," he replied.

"There are eight Legions of Knights inside the Kingdom--I think it's enough to slaughter the Empire army that is still inside," she reasoned.

"It's to distract them from the Monsters."

"Heh.... I would have accepted if you said you just wanted to have some fun, though."

Surprising Dantalion, Basil grabbed her bottom. She was excited but her excitement didn't last long since she was thrown to the back not long after. She still managed to keep her hands wrapped around Basil, though, so she was now clinging to his back like a koala. She lightly frowned at the rough treatment but her heart beat as if she was excited.

"Master, I think I like--"

"Hold on. We are going to breeze through these people."

Taking out Durendal and Caliburn, Basil kicked the ground and dashed at the troops that were coming at him. He materialized his seven Magic Circles, exuding Mana Pressure that almost overwhelmed the pressure that more than ten thousand Mages from the Empire's army were exuding.

The army was taken aback, so they faltered in their steps. As fear overwhelmed their souls, they considered retreating. As one of their feet took a step back, however, they lost their connection with the lower half body. Basil whizzed past them like a lightning, bisecting them faster than one's eyes could blink.

The Priests were quick to act, fortunately; few as they were, they could create a shield made out of Miracle--the energy that was unique to them--that was big enough to cover those who fought in the front line. Unfortunately for them, it was not enough to stop Basil.

Shatter!

As the shield was broken, the Paladins jumped at Basil. They knew they were going to die, either way, so all of them were using a self-sacrificing Art as they did. Very few of them managed to set off the Art, sadly, as Basil was quick enough to kill them before they detonated themselves. As for those who did, they still failed to hurt him.

"This guy is a monster--run! Don't even try to engage him in a battle!"

Many had that thought in their minds yet only one person was able to say it out loud. The others were too terrified by Basil's prowess and presence to even remember how to open their mouths.

The army instantly parted to give Basil way. Those who were already outside scattered to avoid getting killed together, meanwhile, those who hadn't managed to get out retreated into the Kingdom.

Basil stopped swinging his swords since no one stood in his way. The troops heaved a sigh of relief at that but their relief didn't last long since the Monsters' bombardment from the air significantly got more intense than before.

Stopping in his tracks as soon as he passed through the gate, Basil turned around and blocked the gate with a thick iron wall that he created with Iron Magic, so none of the troops outside could enter the Kingdom again. A third of the Monsters in the sky of Grittenhein parted from the main swarm, attacking the troops outside.

"That was wild...in a lot of ways," Dantalion remarked as she massaged her forehead. "How good is your control over your body? How can you adjust to my weight that easily?"

"Practice."

"Of course, you do," Dantalion replied sarcastically.

Clank! Clank!

The two soon heard people clashing behind them. The remaining Empire's army inside Grittenhein was fighting against the army of Grittenhein that remained in Grittenhein.

"It is time for you to get down," Basil said, causing Dantalion to smile coyly.

"What? Can't stand the temptation of my bountiful babies any longer?" Dantalion teased as she pressed her chest against Basil's back.

Boom!

An overwhelming pressure descended upon them suddenly, making Dantalion widen her eyes in terror. Without even questioning anything, she got down from Basil and teleported herself away from him.

Soon enough, the source of the overwhelming pressure appeared before Basil. He broke through the wall of iron with ease; he was smiling as he stared into Basil's eyes.

"Basil Pacifer, I, August Rancuser, am here to finish our fight!"

Bam!

Basil blocked August's powerful kick with his foot, blasting away anything that was in their surroundings. He could feel August's intense hate, which he attributed to the fact that August still didn't have his long hair back.

Extending his hand, still not retracting his foot, August materialized his Grimoire. He flipped it open and then shouted out one of the Spells that he created.

"[World-Ending]!"

A black sphere the size of a marble appeared between them before quickly expanding like the universe. It was a concentrated, man-made Infinite Space that devoured anything it managed to touch.

Space Magic wasn't something that anyone could learn; even Ninth Circle Mages found themselves struggling to master it. This particular Spell was one of the hardest Spells to comprehend and master. The fact that August could use it with ease showed just how much talent he possessed.

It was terrifying to be on the other side of the Spell yet Basil was completely calm. The Spell could obliterate a tenth of Grittenhein yet he didn't look concerned at all. He kept distancing himself from it while constantly suppressing its force with True Light Magic. Luckily, August wasn't chasing him, so he could focus on that.

When the sphere stopped expanding, he thrust Caliburn into it. Fighting against the force that tried to destroy Caliburn, he injected his Mana into it through Caliburn.

"Infinite Space isn't meant to be comprehended. It is way beyond our understanding, so anything that was born from the conjecture about it is bound to be faulty," he muttered with a light smirk. "Just like this nonsensical Spell. [Space Scroll]!"

Basil countered August's Spell with the Spell he learned from the Guide. He was well aware that August's Mastery Concentration was Space Magic, so he had learnt quite a lot about Space Magic and mastered some of its best Spells.

The Spell that he used twisted a space that wasn't part of the Infinite Space (man-made spaces) which was a nightmare for August's Spell. It caused the sphere to twist and then wrap around Caliburn, making it look like a comically long black lance with a golden hilt.

Basil thrust it at the bewildered August who didn't expect him to be able to counter his Spell, prompting the Rancuser to escape the vicinity. He knew how lethal his Spell was, so he didn't want to block it and sustain a fatal injury like an idiot.

Flash!

He teleported away; however, much to his utter bafflement, Basil was already there. Panicked, he covered himself with the strongest Barrier he could create at the moment. The lance pierced through the Barrier like it was nothing. Luckily, though, he was able to create a separate space that devoured the literal world-piercing lance.

"[Derailing Charm]!"

"What!?"

It was much to his ire that Basil already had another thing prepared for him. He instantly knew his mind no longer belonged to him the moment the name of the Art was uttered.

He had a formidable mental defence yet when he panicked, he let the guard down. As the result, Asia's Art managed to take control of his mind. His body went limp and he began to lose his vision. When he felt Basil's finger on his forehead, he immediately knew he had lost.

"[Soul Confinement]!"

As he looked up, he found Basil's Pacifer Seal shining brightly. It blinded him entirely and when he regained his vision, he found himself bound to a cross.