Chapter 190: Dark
The battle dragged on for hours. The knights held their ground, slowly advancing under the leadership of Oliver, who fought with all his might at this point, trying to pave a way that would allow them to get to the gate.
The only way they would be able to win this was if they destroyed the gate; otherwise, there would be no other way. The demonized would simply storm out more and more, and soon they would be exhausted.
Oliver gritted his teeth. He wasn’t going to allow the deaths of more men here, he had to stop it. He closed his eyes, using all seven circles of his spirit zone, and the moment he did, the entire battlefield became his own.
He could sense every movement of mana, every heartbeat. He could predict movements before they even happened. His body generated so much lightning that the weaker demonized were killed just by getting close.
This was once Oliver Von Grave that fought battles alongside the three dukes, the Oliver that earned him the praise he had gotten.
He looked up, eyes bright with lightning. Boom! He shot forward, a trail of flames following his legs. The demonized tried to scurry away, but they couldn’t. He hacked down one after the other, giving his all to ensure that not a single demonized got through him.
The knights watched in awe, shocked by the power that one man was showing. In all their lives, they had never witnessed a show of power so magnificent.
They gritted their teeth and clenched their weapons. Men and women alike, they let out a resounding roar, running up to bestrow the demonized. With one move from Oliver alone, the battlefield had shifted in their favor.
But Oliver was struggling. Handling his full power was no easy task, it took a heavy strain on his old body, and it was only a matter of time before the momentum would have to be dropped.
But until then, he would keep cutting. Every thrust was perfect, every slash refined to a state of no mistake. His movements were like an energetic dance, yet it flowed beautifully.