Chapter 330 Duke Of The North

'That crest on their armour…!'

His thoughts were not completed as the young hero, along with the attention of every other entity present who had a level above 200, was suddenly drawn towards the one singular Dullahan that suddenly appeared beside the broken water fountain, with Kayla manifesting her physical body beside him and calling out to him.

[Master, that thing; it's stronger than the flesh golem…]

The young here nodded in affirmation as he had already long appraised the monster, silently pulling out his blade and activating his blessing of destruction.

"Guess I'm gonna end up wrecking this town after all.

If anyone of our attacks goes off target, the sheer amount of destruction that would happen is something I don't even want to imagine."

**BOOM!!

That short moment where their gazes were turned towards the newly appearing Dullahan, gave one of the other Dullahans a chance to blow up a nearby building with some sort of skill, snapping the knights out of their shock as within seconds, the unfortunate Dullahan was besieged by three level 200 knights.

Evan saw the town's resident B rank adventurers and some of the suddenly appearing knights snap out of their shock and take out the lesser weaker level 150-200 undead while he gazed at the level 260 Dullahan who just stood there in silence.

On the floor beside it was a heavily breathing, obviously magic-deficient member of the demonic hand who Evan presumed was the one responsible for summoning this Dullahan.

The creature sensed Evan's hostile gaze and unsheathed its sword, flaring its black aura wildly as it once again attracted the attention of every being present, alive or undead.

The town's resident B ranks all had their face pale in fear as they understood more than anyone that the creature in front of them was at least more than 50 levels higher than they were and was very much capable of wreaking havoc in this town in it went on a rampage.

They looked towards the more powerful knights who were already on guard, with their weapons raised as they prepared to attack first.

However, in the next moment, the Dullahan disappeared from its position; or rather, it moved so fast it looked like it had disappeared to the adventurers C rank and below.

**BAAMM!!!!

**BAAMM!!!!

A loud sound rang out as Evan's sword collided with the Dullahan's black blade, cratering the ground beneath their feet as the young hero instantly launched an energy blast towards the creature's torso.

Even though his attack hit and even succeeded in knocking back the monster, Evan knew that the hastily fired energy blast did no real damage to the creature as he instantly tossed his sword up into the air and punched forward.

A rose of flames bloomed on the Dullahan's chest, right before Evan's lightning-covered fist punched it down to the ground.

Cracks spread out on the ground as the Dullahan's body slammed into it, with Evan calling his blade back into his hand and stabbing downwards right after.

However, the Dullahan rolled out of the way to dodge, even managing to somehow send a low kick towards Evan's feet.

The young hero jumped up to avoid the Dullahan's attack, landing a few metres away from his original position while the Dullahan took the chance to get to its feet.

'Kayla, get ready to use your skill.'

Evan tightened his grip around his sword as he contacted Kayla, turning his gaze towards Pride who had engulfed her sword in flames and was warily gazing at the monster.

'Activate it in three, two, o-!'

Evan's eyes widened in surprise as he felt a heavy presence descend onto the area, with the Dullahans, regular undead and other weaker adventurers dropping to their knees from the pressure, while the knights all lowered their blades and bowed lightly.

Pride also raised her guard to the max while preparing to activate her unique skill, and she expected Evan to do the same, however, the boy just laughed and stabbed his sword into the ground while deactivating his aura of destruction.

There was a sudden silence in the area as all the screams and shouts in coming from all over suddenly quieted down.

*CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP

The sound of a horse's slow steps on the town square's concrete floor, resounded across the area, with everyone's gaze turning towards a certain direction where a singular figure rode in with a horse while casually unsheathing his sword.

"Zero Sword."

Everyone in the town square heard those two words, right before a noise that sounded like two pieces of steel being sharply rubbed against each other.

The next moment, the remaining three Dullahans and all the regular undead present were instantly sliced into pieces with four horizontal slashes on their knees, waists and upper torsos respectively.

Even the level 260 Dullahan was no exception to this, as its body split into four pieces with its helmet-clad head being hit by a bolt of blue lightning that burned it to ash in seconds.

"So this is what you mean when you said someone would steal the thunder, Artemisia."

Evan spoke with a wry smile as he shook his head, before turning towards the man who jumped down from his horse while sheathing his sword.

The man was one who possessed a tall muscular frame, with sharp scholarly facial features and wine-red hair that had a strand hanging over his forehead.

He was wearing a black collared shirt, with the first two buttons off and a long overcoat adorned with a few medals and insignias draped loosely on his shoulders.

As he walked towards the young hero, he opened his mouth to speak, with a voice loud enough to be heard over the sound of the hooves belonging to the dozens of horses who slowly trailed after his.

"You know, when they told me that Roger's son was the one responsible for the deaths of dozens of undead over level 200, a part of me, as well as most of my men didn't believe it all to be true.

However, coming here and seeing you easily handle those undead, and even hold your own against 'that', it seems we were a bit wrong in our judgement."

Hearing his words, Evan shrugged like it couldn't be helped while letting out a small chuckle.

"Which part did they find hard to believe?

The part where they were told that the Prime Minister's son took out the undead or the part where they were told a thirteen-year-old kid killed a bunch of Dullahans."

"Little bits of both, I believe."

"If you, a Duke, are out on the 'front lines' dealing with the undead, why do they find it so hard to believe that the son of another can't do the same?"

Evan replied to the man while shaking his head a bit, his interaction with him stunning most of those watching; from the random civilians in the area, to the lower levelled demonic hand members who were apprehended by the newly arriving knights and adventurers after being restrained by Kuro.

"It has been a while since we last saw each other, Young Lord Eris."

"It indeed has been a while, Your Grace."

The man Evan was speaking to, was someone that a majority of the people who lived and worked in the Cheverton Duchy recognized.

This was only natural, as he was the Lord of the entire Duchy.

He was also the current 'Third' of the Great Western Empire's 'Ten Great Swordsmen', and one of the most powerful existences on the Alpha Continent.

The man known as the 'Duke of The North'.

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His Grace, Duke Charles Cheverton!