Chapter 3208 A Father's Fury (3)

Chapter 3208 A Father's Fury (3)

The hours ticked by and Ger'Ain and Vaelin had begun to frown themselves.

They didn't care about their armies. Quite frankly, they only had them to stop others from taking advantage of them. In truth, they understood that the true purpose of the trial was to strengthen themselves; they just hadn't had much time to do it yet as it had only been a handful of months.

However, they also didn't want to lose them all.

Leonel just seemed relentless, and every time they thought he would fall, he dug deeper.

What they also hadn't forgotten was that Leonel should have an army of his own. They could see them on the city walls and they weren't bad themselves.

Even though they were definitely weaker than their own army, and the numbers were inferior as well, it would at least do something to help. But...

The more they watched Leonel, the more they felt a fear creep into their hearts.

He was just a small human, less than half their size, and yet he looked like a mountain looming in the distance.

There was nothing flashy about his attacks at all, and yet he took each individual down with ruthless efficiency. And because he wasn't moving much, as the corpses piled on around him, his kills only became easier because their armies had to climb over their companions on uneven footing just to make it to Leonel in the first place. In the end, they even had to start diverting some of their manpower just to move the corpses out of the way, but that dampened morale and only put them at more risk of being killed.

Stable.

That was the one word that they could use to describe Leonel... it felt like no matter what happened, he would be a stable mountain standing in their way, never allowing them to gain a single advantage on him.

After his outburst about being a King, Vaclin was certain that he would find a chance to deal a death blow to Leonel, only to realize that somehow that outburst and that outpouring of fury had somehow only made Leonel even-keeled.

It was like all his fury had been channeled into his spear, making it heavier, sharper, faster, more controlled.

Every stroke elevated showed an improvement to his power, which made little sense because with every stroke, he lost more blood and should have only been becoming weaker.

The anxiety in the hearts of the two men only seemed to be growing and they wanted to step in, but they couldn't....

One part because of pride...

Another part due to something that they couldn't put into words.

It was almost as though they wanted to see if it was really possible for a man with nothing left to give could actually make it to the end of the road.

And what shook them all the more was that Leonel didn't seem to spare them a single thought or glance. It was almost like they were just another one of the numbers he was facing.

Who cared if it was 1000 enemies or 1001? Who cared if it was 2000 or 2002?

They were all the same.

Threats.

Threats he would cut down.

CHII! CHII! CHII!

The breath coming out from Leonel's mouth became so hot that it formed tendrils of smoke that curled out from the corners of his mouth, spiraling into the air in plumes of grey.

It carried a crimson tinge to it as though his blood was being vaporized itself, but the weaker he looked, the stronger his spear became.

It seemed like his blade was no longer being propelled by his body alone. Ilis limbs, the torque of his torso and the twist of his hips were nothing more than a secondary afterthought.

Maybe it was a trick of the light, but the Sylvan and Pluto even felt like there was an eerie light that was slowly coming out from the blade as well, almost as though it was also overtaxed and expelling its own steam in fatigue and overheating.

a miracle.

He took a step forward, his spear dancing.

He slashed across the Achilles tendon of one man, driving the butt of his spear into his

nose as he fell to a knee.

The man couldn't control his body folding backward in the slightest and could only watch as Leonel's spear shot through his throat.

Leonel stabbed the spear further down, feeling for the sensation of the blade going through the earth before leaping upward. He used his spear as a pivot point to spin around quickly, then hid behind its body to block a blow that had come from his back. The spear of the enemy clanged against his own, rebounding back even faster than it

came.

Leonel ripped his spear up and out of the ground, taking advantage of the man's off-balance form to skewer him through the heart.

He stood in the middle of a battlefield littered with corpses, looking around for a new enemy, only to realize that there was none.

He sent a glance toward the city, feeling that something on the inside was changing. He didn't need to think much to know what it was at all...

Raising a blood-caked hand to his face, he adjusted his glasses, looking toward the

Sylvan and Pluto.

By now, he had run through their entire armies, leaving them just five meters from him. Neither had moved a muscle even up until he killed the very last of them.

As for why that was...

Leonel didn't care. The answer wouldn't make a single ounce of difference to him, and

what was in their hearts was irrelevant to him.

Standing there at half their height, he somehow still seemed taller than the both of

them.

Slowly, he raised his spear to face them.

CRACK. CRI! CRI! Leonel looked down at his spear to find that the blade had finally given way.

A mournful cry filled the air as the lament of the blade echoed. Leonel could feel its

sadness...

This normal blade had truly wanted to fight to the end with him, if for no other reason than to witness this final ride.

"Is that what you want...?" Leonel asked, looking at the cracked blade. "... Okay, then

we will do this together..."

The blade never mattered...

Leonel raised his spear higher as the cracked end of the spear fell off.

... Not so long as he could guide his blade with his heart.

SHUUUUUUU!