Chapter 546
Even now, Ian was swinging a greatsword imbued with divinity as if it were no heavier than a reed stalk. The fact that such strength came not from divine blessing but from his innate ability was something no onlooker could even imagine. Nor could they know that the greatsword he was wielding was the lightest two-handed weapon he had ever used.
"Charge! Cut the tentacles!"
"Lu Solar is watching! Let’s go!"
In any case, Ian’s appearance was not just inspiring faith and reverence; it was also instilling courage and strength in those fighting the drowned corpses on the front lines.
Crackle, fwoosh!
Swords wreathed in searing flames, steel gauntlets crackling with the lightning Regin unleashed, spears heated until their blades glowed red, and maces swirling with razor-edged Wind Blade—each guard gripped a magical weapon and fought with the fervor of a crusader. Even the caravan’s imperial-armored guards were no exception.
"Stay calm! Just don’t let them grab your head!"
"Stab! Quickly!"
They were no longer just holding the line against the drowned corpses; they were advancing, step by step. And it wasn’t just Ian who was helping them.
Gallop, gallop!
A black warhorse clad head to hoof in heavy barding came thundering, ramming straight into a drowned corpse that had been facing off with the guards and trampling it under. All the while, it skillfully dodged the reaching tentacles with acrobatic movements.
"What in the... That’s one incredible steed."