Chapter 606 Death Fire
Inside the Battlefield---
*Showalaaaa* n0velBIn
"Be careful, it's the black flame again!!"
"ARGHH!!!"
The battlefield occupied a huge area. The Empire's army, which alone numbered about 3 million soldiers, occupied an area extending as far as the eye could see, so even the lightning and flame users assigned to attack were not running like fools from east to west, attacking randomly. Rather, they divided themselves, and every one of them was assigned an area to attack and this means that each one of them must stay in his place and defend that area that was allocated to him until he is replaced, or until he dies..
But currently there was a very strange scene... One of the forces assigned to the attack, specifically one of the flame users, was putting one hand in his pockets and the other was holding a golden halberd. From time to time, he would move his halberd horizontally to deliver a wide-range attack and then return to standing as he was
What was strangest was that the area that this person was assigned to attack was at least ten times the area of any other attacker and it was almost devoid of any enemies, there was only a small hill of corpses burning in black flames. And within sight were standing humans and beasts alike, not daring to get any closer
The aura of black flame was forcing all heart to stop and forcing all legs to retreat trembling, and if that was not enough for them, then the sight of the hill of corpses was a good omen!
They saw everything... Whenever a wave came forward and tried to attack the imperial soldiers from this flank, a wall of black flames appeared rushing towards them. Anyone touched by that flame would die instantly.
Even Robin himself hates writing down the technique for this law and hates any feeling related to the Law of Death. It is the only law that he knows everything about, but he has not used it, or written a technique for it yet, as if he is pretending that it does not exist! Then what about those who use it in all their battles? ...The law modified Caesar's body enough to use it with out phisical harm, but it did not reduce the mental and psychological damage resulting from touching upon death!
Even his followers who stand close to him while he carries out any attack feel that death itself is breathing under their necks, which makes them always tense and want to leave away from him!
The ideal use of the Death Flame is a fast battle in which he strikes his opponent with the flame from the first attack and ends the matter.
This is the irony of fate... The Death Fire is the worst nightmare for any regular army, but its user and those close to it do not escape harm!
The flame of death gave Caesar the strength and ability to be the supreme general of the Empire's army, but it was also trying to push him to always be alone and stay away from those around him so as not to harm them.
How can a person be a leader and a loner at the same time? This is a question to which Caesar has not yet found an answer.
*SHWALAAAA*
"ARGHH!!!"
"It's Black Flame! Retreat!!"
After the first wave of black flames appeared, the closest two hundred enemy soldiers were killed, while others fled back. In the blink of an eye, the close-range attack on this front calmed down, and the enemies were content with long-range attacks once more.
But...
*Gulp* the soldiers of the Empire began to sweat and swallow their saliva, instead of breathing a sigh of relief...