The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Chapter 480 A Glimpse of the Unveiled (End)

Fighting Goliath felt like reliving a memory. He moved and attacked just like Basil remembered. Basil was still not as strong as he had been in his past life, but he had more than enough power to take Goliath down. Basil was blessed with a lot of Arts and Techniques that one could only dream of obtaining. He also had the Guide with him which made fighting even easier.

Swoosh!

Each of Goliath's swings was strong enough to tear a Dimension, but Basil blocked it with ease. His armour nullified the impact, keeping his body unharmed. Goliath was frustrated but firmly believed that Basil didn't have a nigh-infinite stamina like him. Moreover, he believed Basil should have been tired because of his non-stop fight on the lower floors.

He was wrong. Basil was just as a stamina monster as he was. Basil used to be the strongest Knight before becoming a renowned Last Ninth-Circle Mage. He trained his body to the limit, leaving everyone in the dust. He was not any different from his past self in this life. He had gotten slightly softer and more compassionate, but his training drive was the same.

He would have taken on Goliath's challenge and showed him how fickle the giant's stamina was if he hadn't been racing against time. As such, he wanted to finish the fight as soon as possible.

Boom!

A golden lightning bolt struck Goliath's gigantic axe, stunning him. Basil moved past his guard, cutting open his abdomen with Durendal. Quickly jabbing Caliburn into the abdomen in the next moment, he used the Light Magic property of the legendary sword. Basil was forced to retreat by Goliath's axe before he could execute the Spell, but it still did damage to the giant.

"Sneaky bug!" Goliath roared before dashing at him.

Basil remained in his place and steadied his stance. He watched as Goliath triggered each of the Temporary Circles that he had planted on the ground in each of his steps. The grunt the giant gave out was music to his ear. Unfortunately, the obstructions did nothing to Goliath. He was fine with it. His goal had never been to injure Goliath but to direct him in the direction he wanted.

"Die, you—keuk!"

Goliath grunted when Durendal cut his abdomen which hadn't healed from the previous laceration. He swung his axe down, hoping to overwhelm Basil. His axe was stopped firmly by Durendal and he received a cut on his chest delivered by Caliburn. Basil stomped the ground, sending a wind blast that was enough to launch him away. He couldn't react on time.

By the time he regained his bearing, he saw a golden ethereal path coming at him, followed by hundreds of winged warriors. Planting his feet on the floor, he stopped his launch and overloaded his axe with Miasma. He hastily swung his axe, sending a massive wave of energy that High-Class Demons used to power a Curse.

The attack met, engulfing the room with a mix of black and golden energy. Neither of the forces was winning. Before Goliath could take a breather, Basil appeared in front of him. His swords were crossed with each other before he swung them diagonally in two opposite directions. A red cross mark appeared in the air before a double helix cut ran up Goliath's body.

"What is this attack!?"

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Goliath frantically pushed his Miasma into the wounds, rapidly healing them as he retreated. Seeing that, Basil put his swords together. A golden ball of energy materialized at the tip of the swords before turning into a beam as it shot at Goliath. At the receiving end, Goliath could only rely on his sturdiness. He pumped more Miasma into his body, strengthening it to the limit.

[Heaven Piercer]!

Zip!

A warping sound was heard the moment the attack hit Goliath's body. The beam pierced through his body, disintegrating half of his torso effortlessly. Basil immediately deactivated his Art as soon as he saw the tangible result. He was using his swords as a medium. He didn't want to break them soon. The drawback of [Heaven Piercer] was more than enough to do that.

Goliath unceremoniously fell on his knees. He stared at the gaping wound in his stomach in disbelief. It had been centuries since he had last suffered an injury of that magnitude. He was indignant but quickly accepted his defeat. He looked down on humans, but it had also been a human who had dealt a fatal injury to him in the past.

"You won, Pacifer. However, you will go down with—"

"Cease to exist."

Goliath's eyes widened as he stared into Basil's golden eyes. With the use of [Soul Confinement], Basil invaded Goliath's mind. The giant was forced to obey Basil's ridiculous instructions. Against his will, his body moved and led Basil to where his Lord was concentrating on the important Ritual that would decide their future.

Basil knew where Bael was. He didn't need Goliath to take him there, but he needed Goliath's violent energy to break the chamber open. As soon as they reached the chamber open, Goliath overflowed his heart with Miasma. An indignant roar escaped him, but no one could hear him. He could only be mad at Basil inside his mind. He was trapped there until he died.

BOOM!

The moment came soon. Goliath exploded, flooding the entire place with violent Miasma that corroded everything it touched. The explosion lasted for fifteen seconds, but the Miasma would linger for quite a long time. Basil ignored it and stepped into the room and was immediately hit with a sense of nostalgia. It looked the same as it had when he had come there in his past life.

The concentration of the Miasma in the surroundings abruptly rose, waking him up from his reverie. He knew what the three figures on the other side of the room wanted to do: separate them from him and the rest of the world. Despite being occupied, though, he couldn't scoff at the toughness of the Barrier. The Spell was already cast before he entered as a preemptive measure. Therefore, he spread his Mana and materialized his Domain.

A golden field covered in golden grass and hundreds of thousands of floating bladed weapons replaced the scenery of the secret chamber. The ceiling of the Obelisk ceased to exist, replaced by a golden sky adorned by thousands of gigantic swords that were ready to deliver judgment. In this place, Basil was akin to a God.

The Barrier that should have isolated the three figures surrounding the Fragment which Basil was coming to get disappeared. Two of the three figures trembled before stumbling down and spasmed. A grimace appeared on the remaining figure, but he remained in his place. He didn't even flinch when Basil was suddenly beside him.

"So you have come," the figure spoke calmly. "It seems it has finally worked the second time."

"I am afraid I don't understand what you are insinuating," Basil replied calmly.

"The Tablet of Truth is timeless and so is its Fragments. I am bound to it, so I know what happened. I have done this two times."

Basil's golden eyes narrowed at the revelation delivered by the three-headed Demon in front of him. Extending his hand, he grabbed the Fragment and fought for control.

"Whatever you are doing won't work. The network to another Dimension is cut the moment you are in my Domain."

"I know. Do you think I am stuck here because I want to?" one of three heads of the Demon, the human head one, quirked an eyebrow. "I am bound to the Fragment, remember? That bastard of a God cursed me into the guardian of the Fragment. I couldn't move unless it was to protect it. However, in return, I can use its power to open the Gate of Hell."

"I see. What a futile life you have."

The three-headed Demon, Bael scowled as he gazed into Basil's golden eyes. The gaze Basil gave him reminded him of his fellow Obelisk Masters, but the aura Basil was exuding reminded him of the person cursing him into this pathetic fate. Bael's tiger head growled in frustration meanwhile his toad head croaked in despair.

"Well, at least, I did it the last time." Bael's human head grinned. "Once I die, you will trigger every active Obelisk in this world, causing a massive Outbreak. Cutting the flow of energy coming from the Fragment to the Obelisk will also do the same since it will kill me. You can do nothing about it."

"What purpose does it serve," Basil inquired calmly.

"I suppose I should tell you," Bael said sardonically. "It is to flood Hell with souls. Every soul killed by us will be sent to Hell. Our Seven Princes will then use their Souls to open the gate."

"You are intent on releasing them, aren't you?"

"Of course."

Basil hummed contemplatively as he recalled one of the notable events that no one seemed to wonder why.

"Why did everyone get weak after the Mass Outbreak? I doubt it is caused by the generational decline."

"That is not our work," Bael answered decisively. "We are not the only one capable of cheating you."

Basil nodded his head. He was glad that the Mass Outbreak was not related to the weakening of humanity. The purpose of the Mass Outbreak was still terrifying, yet he wasn't alarmed by it. In his past life, slightly over a decade had passed since the Mass Outbreak when the Seven Princes made an appearance. The world would not be so beautiful, but he had time.

"So long, Basil Pacifer."

Bael said his goodbye once Basil took over the control of the Fragment. As he was engulfed in the golden light of Divinity, the rest of the world was engulfed in terror.