The Lord Is Too Overbearing

The mass Outbreak was an event that no one could forget for the next century. The terror that everyone felt when the twenty-nine beams shot into the sky which signified the unsealing of the remaining Obelisks still haunted them even though a week had passed. They could still recall it vividly as if it happened tomorrow. The terror was deeply ingrained in their souls.

The existing kingdoms were quick to react. Braxtein immediately called for the Empire's backup when its Knights and Mages couldn't handle the number of Demons that they were taking care of. A lot of its citizens had fallen victim, but the kingdom fared quite well. That was, of course, thanks to the Empire's help and its new leader.

On the other hand, Baillocke hadn't suffered as much as Braxtein had. After its neighbouring kingdom's fall—the Vallienda Kingdom—it had done its best to up its defence for future fights. Its quick action had proven to be a wise decision as they were ready when Demons flooded its front yard. So far, only the army had fallen victim to Demons.

Without question, the Church and the Empire fared extremely well. The Empire was already a force to be reckoned with and the Church was capable of protecting themselves from Demons. Combining their force, the Demons could barely do anything to them. The death toll on their sides was dismal. The Empire was arguably the safest place in the world at the moment.

During this time, despite the situation in their surroundings, many still thought about how Basil and his allies fared. These people were mostly those who wanted to join him but couldn't. Given how new Basil's faction was, everyone expected his people to suffer in the mass Outbreak. The reality was that Basil's faction did very well.

The rumours regarding how well they fared varied. Some of them said that Basil's faction allied with Demons, so they remained untouched. The others said that they were strong enough to shy Demons away from their territories. It was hard to discern the complete truth, but everyone got the idea of how well they fared. Basil's faction remained strong.

The territory under Basil's jurisdiction that struggled the most would be Frachtenhein. It was the farthest from Padeitophys which was where Basil's army was concentrated, so helping it took time. With that said, it still fared well. Frachtenhein was not a weak kingdom. Moreover, over the two weeks Basil had left, it had cooperated with its allies to increase its military prowess.

"Manfred is bragging that he doesn't have to move a single step from his position to defend his kingdom and not lose a single soldier. I sadly can't do the same for it will result in my subordinate's death."

A white-haired, elderly, tall man hummed to himself as he caressed his white beard. His blind eyes stared into nothing, but he could perfectly picture the situation on the battlefield before his eyes. His subordinates fared well. He could have rested, but he didn't. Their enemies were not only the Demons. They needed to save as many people as possible.

"Grittenhein has a lot of help, Milord. It has the aid of Vallienda which has recently fallen into its hands and also the help of Padeitophys."

"Given that we also receive the help from Padeitophys—look at those valiant Elven Warriors—and the help from the Dwarves—look at those Golems—are you saying that I, Alphonse de Frachtenhein, am incompetent, Chandler?"

The Knight named Chandler sweated nervously upon being put under the spotlight. He didn't mean to mock his King. His King was more competent than any other King. No one had even disputed his King's brilliance. What he wanted to say was that their kingdom got less help compared to their ally, Grittenhein, and that was fine.

"Ha-Ha-Ha!"

Alphonse laughed good-naturedly as he firmly patted Chandler's back. The blond-haired talented young Knight heaved a sigh of relief at the action. Many said that Alphonse didn't know how to joke. They were wrong. He joked quite often, but very few could tell he was joking. Recently, he found out that laughing after joking would make people know you were joking.

"Anyway, today will be the day the Demons retreat," Alphonse casually revealed. "It means both good and bad things for us. On one hand, we can take a rest but, on the other hand, we have to be wary of what the Demons will do next."

Alphonse turned to Chandler, put his hand on his shoulder and stared at him seriously. "With that said, I am leaving for Padeitophys."

"Huh?"

"That person is coming back, so I need to meet him."

"Milord, what about us?"

"I have seen what you are capable of for the last month, so I can safely leave the army in your hands."

"…sir."

Alphonse smiled at Chandler's lost look. He could see it even with his blind eyes, but he played oblivious. He had told everyone about his decision and no one had a qualm. They agreed that Chandler was capable enough to lead the army despite his young age. Unfortunately, Chandler was only told about his mandate today.

He was not ready. He was already used to leading the army but not when his King was not on his side. A strained smile crept up his face as he met his King's encouraging look. He wanted to refuse the mandate, but he couldn't bring himself. Eventually, he sighed and nodded his head. He would put his life on the line for the army's success.

"Farewell, then."

Not even a second after he said that, Alphonse disappeared.

….

Padeitophys was comparable to the Arthean Empire. Located deep in the Great Forest of Yitoupheo which remained impenetrable, it was practically impossible for Demons to reach it. Despite so, everyone who stayed there still fought outside Yitoupheo. The Demons seemed very eager to penetrate it, so the ground was littered with countless corpses.

One could see humans, Elves, Dwarves, Demi-Humans and even Monsters fighting side by side outside Yitoupheo. The line of defence remained impenetrable even after a week. Thousands of High-Class Demons had worked together to penetrate it but failed. The Diabolical Warriors of Asura that Basil had left behind were proven to be a great help.

One could safely say the intensity of the battles outside Yitoupheo was the highest in the world at the moment. The number of Demons aside, the individual prowess of the Demons attacking the line was something that one couldn't scoff at. They were faring well, yet a momentary slip was all it needed to ruin their momentum.

Screech!

"Ha-Ha-Ha! Keep these ants coming! It's not enough!"

Amongst those fighting in the line, the Qilin that Yang Tian Long brought to Yitoupheo under Basil's request was enjoying himself. Golden lightning bolts ceaselessly surrounded him, striking the unfortunate Demons who picked his interest. He would also shoot out a ball of lightning at the Demons from time to time, killing thousands of them at the same time, regardless of their Class.

Yang Tian Long was there to control the Qilin in case it accidentally attacked an ally, which had never happened. On his side, he was accompanied by his beloved daughter, Yang Mei Qi; his surrogate nieces, Shirley, Clarissa and Julia; and his sworn brother Danzel. Other than him, the others were trying to get themselves used to war.

So far, everyone was faring well. He could understand Mei Qi and Danzel since they weren't foreign to war, but the girls' performance was unexpected. They coordinated well with each other. Each of their actions was decisive. They dared to take a risk but not make an impulsive decision. They reminded him of how Basil fought.

"Well, they are taught by Basil, after all."

Focusing his attention on somewhere else, he found his son-in-law fighting a Century of Demons by himself. Anthony was performing exceptionally well, but he couldn't bring himself to commend him. They had made up, but he still couldn't bond with Anthony. In his eyes, Anthony was the one who had stolen his daughter from him, after all.

"Are you going to send another sneak attack at Anthony again, Father?"

"What!? What kind of nonsense is that, Mei'er?"

Tian Long faced his daughter's unamused look with a hurt look. He couldn't believe his daughter thought so lowly of him. He didn't need a sneak attack to kill the bastard who had stolen his daughter from him. He could do it with his bare hands.

"You did it on the third day of Mass Outbreak," Mei Qi pointed out.

"Anthony had explained to you it was a joke," Tian Long countered.

"He also admitted that he didn't know what happened until you smirked at him, though."

"What is a prank when the target already knows what is about to happen?"

Mei Qi rolled her eyes at the wise look her father shot her. She could tell her father had indeed been messing around at that time. However, she didn't want to take a chance. Daoists were an eccentric bunch. Their weirdness knows no bounds. Who knows what her father might do when she is not paying attention?

Voom!

The air trembled at the same time the Mana Pressure in the surroundings surged. Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads in the direction where the Mana Pressure was coming. The closest Dungeon's entrance opened up. Everyone's heart immediately skipped a beat at the scene. It could mean good and bad things.

Instead of more Demons, fortunately, they saw someone they were familiar with come out of it. They couldn't mistake his presence. Before everyone could cheer at Basil's appearance, more people came out of the Dungeon, following closely behind him. The Pacifer Servants who were once called Kinslayers cheered loudly at their appearance.

"The Pacifer Clan has returned!"

"Hoar! Hoar! Hoar!"

"Eternal glory to Our Lord!"

The battlefield was filled with the cheers of the Pacifer Servants. They had seen the fall of the Pacifer Clan and despaired for their inability to prevent it. Now that they saw the very Clan that they served again, they couldn't hold back their excitement. At that moment, Basil reminded them greatly of The Lord who had led them to glory in the past.