Chapter 116: Chapter 46: War (10)


    Unlike the aimless and tactless yers chasing the Allied Forces soldiers on the outskirts,


    the Tiefling army had already formed a tight offensive formation. Seizing the gap created by the yers, they charged like a razor-sharp de into the three thousand strong Allied Forces.


    Mezsh led the vanguard, his armor mottled with bloodstains. Few dared to approach him.


    He raised his blood-stained great sword high.


    [Guiding Divine Power: Terror Manifestation]


    A dark night glow immediately enveloped the surroundings.


    Mezsh invoked the darkest emotions, concentrating them into an explosion of magical coercion, a unique ability of the Oathbreaker.


    The Allied soldiers, shrouded in darkness, discarded their helmets and armor, sumbing to instinctual panic.


    “No, stay away!”


    “Ah——”


    “Run for your lives!”


    “Devil, he’s the embodiment of a devil!”


    Blood sshed onto his face, and Mezsh’s lips curled slightly: “The embodiment of a devil, huh…


    This seemed to trigger some memories.


    He remained silent for a while, then calmly said: “Since you all want me to be, I’ll be it.”


    Mezsh strode forward, swinging his blood-stained great sword and casting down scarlet red light—the Bloody Sacred sh unique to the Oathbreaker.


    Amidst the chilling screams, the lives of the Allied soldiers were ruthlessly reaped.


    The soldiers scattered and fled as if escaping a devil. Even his own Tiefling subordinates felt a strange unfamiliarity toward their terrifying leader, only managing to shoot a few arrows behind him.


    Damascus hurried forward, worried: “Captain, are you… alright?”


    “I’m fine.”


    “I couldn’t be better.”


    While speaking, Mezsh raised his great sword once again.


    [Guiding Divine Power: Control Undead]


    Bodies slowly crawled up, picking up their severed limbs and attaching them to their torsos, hollow eyes flickering with a wavering glow, growling lowly as they pounced on their formerrades.


    “No——”


    “Gods…”


    “He’s truly a devil!”


    “This devil resurrected them! He can control the undead!”


    Seeing their formerrades turned into undead, with familiar faces full of a craving for flesh, shattered the Allied soldiers’ psychological defenses. They fled desperately, for no one wanted to end up in such a state.


    Mezsh slowly lowered his blood-stained great sword.


    “The effect isn’t bad.”


    His pure ck eyes, devoid of irises, flickered with a ghostly light. Blood stains covered his ram-like curved horns, making him look like a true Hell Demon.


    Control Undead was an ability he had never used before. But now, Mezsh was free from any psychological burden.


    Being an Evil Dragon’s retainer, even this…


    didn’t matter.


    Mezsh nced around, only to find even his ownpanions having a trace of fear deep in their eyes.


    But he pretended not to see it, calmly ordering: “Continue advancing.”


    Under the onught led by the undead, the Tieflings soon chased the crying and fleeing Allied soldiers to the Boske Family’smand post.


    Compared to amander, Andrei Boske seemed more like a front-line vanguard. After the battle started, he charged alone to the front lines, leaving all the heavymand duties to his subordinate nobles.


    These pampered nobles were utterly terrified as they watched the undead gradually approach, one even fainting with fear on the spot.


    To them, war was often a refined art, not a brutal ughter.


    The nobles were instructed by the Boske Family to not engage in a deadly fight, but rather preserve their strength.


    However, now the enemy had ughtered their way to their doorstep, far beyond their expectations.@@novelbin@@


    Baron Matthew’s voice trembled: “What… what should we do?”


    Viscount Luton whispered from the side: “Why not… surrender?”


    “But I fear they won’t honor the sacred nobility ord…”


    “These are the Evil Dragon Kin.”


    The undead growled and advanced, while the Tieflings stood in formation holding their weapons.


    Mezsh leisurely stepped forward a few paces, pointing his sword at the tent from afar:


    “Everyone, surrender and I won’t kill.”


    Though not loud, his voice was unmistakably clear.


    A silence fell within the tent, followed by the rustling sounds.


    Finally, Baron Matthew couldn’t withstand the immense pressure anymore. He stumbled out from the back door, leaping onto his warhorse.


    “Damn you devils!


    “Go to Hell!”


    He cursed as he galloped away.


    Mezsh remained silent, coldly observing the noble on horseback, raising his sword that flickered with spell radiance.


    [Crown of Madness]


    A twisted jagged crown appeared on Baron Matthew’s head, his eyes instantly shing with madness.


    He uncontrobly fell from his horse, thrashing around on the ground.


    Mezsh walked forward unhurriedly, looking down at him.


    “You do have courage.”


    Baron Matthew rolled on the ground, madly howling: “One day, I’ll kill you all!”


    “Shush——”


    Neatly, a strike fell, pinning the insane baron to the ground.


    The remaining nobles in the tent watched this bloody scene, eximing in horror.


    But it wasn’t over yet.


    Mezsh pulled out the blood-stained sword.


    The dismembered body on the ground started to wriggle, staggering to stand, hollow eyes flickering ghostly—Baron Matthew was transformed into an undead.


    The nobles fell silent at once.


    Mezsh guided the undead to the tent front, calmly repeating: “Everyone, surrender and I won’t kill.”


    He paused.


    “At least—I won’t turn you into something like this.”


    Sweat dripped from Viscount Luton’s forehead. Unable to withstand the pressure any longer, he knelt down with a thud, tears and snot streaming: “I surrender! I surrender! Please don’t turn me into an undead!”


    “I surrender too, just spare my life!”


    “The Teman Family is willing to pay a ransom!”


    “The Fatte Family seeks cooperation.”


    “I represent the Chris Family in saluting the Lord of Ashen.”


    With Viscount Luton taking the lead, the nobles in the tent all fell to their knees, begging for mercy and weeping bitterly.


    Mezsh slightly nodded.


    “Then I apologize.”


    The Tieflings tied up the kneeling nobles.


    Damascus stepped forward, cautiously reporting: “Captain… no, sir, the right nk of the Allied Forces haspletely copsed. The yers are chasing the remnants. Should we cooperate with Lord Ramp andunch an attack on the enemies’ central army from the nk?”


    Mezsh shook his head: “No, we retreat straight away.”


    Damascus was stunned: “But sir, we…”


    Mezsh’s pure ck eyes held a teasing glint: “Retreat directly, we need to let these nobles witness a grand ceremony.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Though puzzled, Damascus followed orders, leading the panic-stricken nobles back to the north of the pass.