《Epic of The Demonic Sage 》Chapter 251: Out On The Battlefield
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~Whoosh~
As if a snow storm had appeared, icy winds started to blow from the direction of the man. His blue hands let out a freezing wind that spread from the northern side of the army. In less than ten seconds, ice could be seen forming on the armor of the soldiers.
The ice made it difficult for them to move and slowed them down. After about fifteen seconds, the icy wind stooped and one could see the layer of ice on the ground and on many soldiers.
While they had not died, they had been considerably affected. The ice on their armors slowed them down due to the extra weight and the ones whose joints were frozen were in even greater trouble.
In addition to this, the cold had entered their body, making them shiver and reduce their dexterity. The frozen ground was no help either, and all it would take is one wrong step for someone to slip and fall.
Seeing the situation deteriorate, the commander shouted again.
"ALL GIFTED GO ALL OUT!" The commander shouted.
Alas, they were caught in a disadvantageous position and the enemy gifted had taken the first attack. Flames, winds and various other attacks were used by the soldiers, but they saw wind barriers rise up around the enemy soldiers.
"Dammit! They have Gifted with Wind Curtain!"
The Wind Curtain was another gift that was very useful for battles. A single gifted with wind curtain couldn't do much, but when more of them were added, their power increased by multiples.
When ten such were gathered, their wind curtain was enough to stop multiple rare ranked gifted attacks. While this was happening, Lucius was not sitting empty handed of course.
While he was going to fight on the front lines, it did not mean he would take the first charge. He was not stupid enough to do that. He knew that the enemy must have some trump cards that they did not know about and it would be beneficial if it was revealed to them beforehand.
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Thus, he waited and asked Gabriel and Donald to do the same. Currently, the mercenaries were the ones that were least affected as they had split apart and dodged most of the attacks earlier.
Lucius couldn't release the Lost from the start either, as it might lead to more problems than when he picked a proper time for it. But now that he had seen the main trump cards that the enemy held, he knew exactly what to do.
While the enemies were blocking the attacks of the Inanis soldiers with the wind curtain, they missed someone appearing at their side.
~slash~
~whoosh~
~thud~thud~thud~
All of a sudden, four heads fell to the ground, shocking the other enemy soldiers that were near them.
"ENEMY!" Someone pointed in the direction where the supposed attack had come from.
~slick~
Alas! He was too late and a sword now stuck out of his neck.
"Y-you… y-Ou…" Blood gurgled from the man's neck as he struggled to speak.
In front of him was none other than Lucius. His face was hidden by a helmet, but the crest on his armor was enough to tell that he was no normal person.
~thud~
Lucius pulled out the wind scar sword from the man's neck and looked at his next targets. His approach had been abrupt and had thus not given the enemy soldiers enough time to attack.
"Hah! Losing tempo in a battle? Bad choice," Lucius said as he lunged ahead, beheading another soldier before jumping up in a spin.
~shua~
~shua~
~shua~
Four Wind blades were launched at a 360 degree angle while Lucius spun. The blades traveled and cut apart the enemy soldiers.
"DIE!" By now the enemy soldiers had realized that they were being attacked by Lucius and that he had an artifact.
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But the moment he stared at Lucius, he froze. His anger that he was already feeling was multipli, and he swung his sword in an incoherent rage.
"AAHHHHHHH!" The man shouted.
"Losing one's mind in battle is even worse," Lucius muttered as he swiftly dodged with a side step.
The enraged man had let go of all his training and was attacked as like a novice warrior. Although the power in his attack was definitely enough to kill someone.
~slick~
In the next moment, the enraged man's expression froze and his eyes dimmed.
"Bah!" Blood spilled out from the man's mouth.
If one looked at his back, one would see that a dagger was embedded in the gap between his chest piece and helmet. Lucius pulled out the dagger and put it back into the sheath.
His earlier attack with the wind blades had killed around twenty soldiers that were near him and thus there was now free area for him to walk around and he was not in immediate danger.
But this also meant that the remaining enemy soldiers could spot him easily, too.
"There he is! He belongs to the Inanis! Kill him!" The enemy commander ordered.
In response to this, Lucius simply raised the wind scar sword and held it in front. The commander understood what he was about to do and gave out the next order.
"Don't let the attack hit out men! Block them!" He ordered.
~shua~shua~shua~
Three wind blades were launched by Lucius of which, one of them was dodged by the soldiers and one was blocked using their own gifts. Only one of them had managed to hit the enemy and even then, only one soldier was killed.
"Tch~ four uses left…" Lucius clicked his tongue.
"You will die, you bastard!" a group of enemy soldiers ran towards him to attack.
Lucius alone had taken out over twenty five of the enemy soldiers in this regiment. This was the biggest loss they had faced till now, and they were certainly pissed off. Still, Lucius was not nervous at all.
~TREMBLE~
"Right on time," Lucius said as the ground shook and tremors spread.
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