Chapter 393 Dullahan King Vazgan

Unnamed Savannas

Bultom County Outskirts

Cheverton Duchy

April 30th

Year 1052

"Oh my gods…."

The sheer number of undead monsters trooping towards the resistance force was enough to make even experienced adventurers and mercenaries take a step back in shock.

From what could be seen visually, there were at least ten thousand Skeleton Knights, Undead Knights, and Dullahans along with nightmare and skeletal horses.

Each of them was armed with weapons coated in a thick ominous aura of death and darkness, the kind that made any living being instinctively avoid getting hit by.

The weakest adventurers present were Peak D rankers with a level of at least 90, however, they were in the minority as the attack force was made up of mostly C rankers and their military, mercenary, mage and holy knight equivalents.

The amount of combat power here was more than what some small countries had in their active military, and yet, the undead still outnumbered them slightly.

"Of course, that is after adding Dominik's forces to the mix. Vazgan has more of elite troops which are smaller in number."

Evan remarked as he put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie while sitting on a void step and swinging his legs.

Beside him, was Duke Charles, as well as the Major General who accompanied Sir Luke to lead the army as Sir Luke's presence was not to be known until the last moment.

The man was having a hard time understanding how Evan who had just barely become a teenager was exuding more power than majority of the B-ranked adventurers present.

Evan, however, ignored his questioning gaze and looked towards the frontline of the incoming undead forces, at the group of Dullahans riding on nightmare horses that were very obviously different from the rest.

Each of them exuded a grandmaster-level aura, making the A rankers present hold their breaths as they instinctively realised that none of those Dullahans would be an easy opponent.

However, what made them have their hairs stand on end was the one Dullahan in the middle of this group of grandmasters, the only Dullahan who did not have his head in his hand.

Duke Charles locked his gaze on this particular Dullahan and sighed, thinking that things were going to be more troublesome than he could have expected.

The undead march slowly came to a stop, with the resistance force holding their breaths as those on the frontline saw Evan, the Duke and the S rankers present take a few steps forward along with the Major General and the Lieutenant Colonel in charge of the Duke's forces.

Seeing this, the Dullahan in the middle of the Elite group of Dullahans placed his hands on his head and slowly twisted it to the side, unlocking it with a small 'click' sound that strangely resounded across the silent savannas.

He then took his head off his head and held it in his left hand, exactly the way a knight would when removing their helmet to talk to a superior officer or their lord.

"I don't need to tell you this, but that is obviously Dullahan King Vazgan, and the other grandmaster Dullahans around him are the knights of Theoregrim."

Evan spoke as he appraised the Dullahan King and made the appraisal results visible to Duke Charles and the others standing beside him.

|Name- Vazgan Theoregrim

Race- Dullahan

Level- 403

Existence Level - Grandmaster

Titles- Dullahan King, Head of the Theoregrim Knight Family, Former Vassal of Bultom County, Revenger.

Class - Dullahan King

Health – A+

Energy - S-

Strength – S-

Agility – A+

Durability – S-

Intelligence - A-

Condition- Normal, 'Geassed'.

Magic Tiers- Fire Tier 2, Earth Tier 1, Curse Tier 1.

Skills- Cursed Sentries, Time Difference, Geass of Vengeance, Vindiction's Strike.

Unique Skills- Outburst. |

"You most certainly did not need to tell us that. The aura coming from him was enough for us to realise..."

'…to realise that he's a powerhouse on par with the Fifth Sword of the Empire.'

The Duke didn't voice out the rest of his thoughts as he stared at the large nearly seven feet tall man, wearing full black steel-looking armour and giving off an extremely intimidating vibe.

Hanging from his waist was a single long sword sheathed in a brown-coloured sheath, and strapped to his back was a large cleaver.

The helmet-clad body part that was supposed to be on his neck, had its every breath expelling a blue gas into the air as his other hand slowly unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards the direction of the undead resistance force.

No words were needed, that signal was all that was needed.

In the next moment, the roars of tens of thousands of undead creatures resounded across the entire battlefield as the skeleton knights, ghouls, Draugrs, Dullahans, and a small variety of flying undead, all simultaneously charged forward at full speed.

Naturally, the resistance force did not sit back and watch this, instantly charging to clash with the incoming troops of undead monsters.

Obviously, not all the combatants of the resistance forces were part of this charge, as they still had to conserve most of their forces for the other major threats which were the armies of Dominik Velak and Zacular, as well as the two men themselves.

Even so, over twenty thousand combatants from various races all charged forward to clash with the tens of thousands of undead monsters of Vazgan's army.

Explosions began erupting everywhere as both sides unleashed powerful magic and skills, however, the main powerhouses of both sides did not move for varying reasons.

The A rankers were grandmaster-level existences capable of wiping out entire towns with but a single attack, and they would need attacks on that level to deal with the elite Dullahans of Vazgan's army.

However, such large-scale attacks would also greatly damage or even wipe out a lot of their allies who were weaker than they were, so they needed to get the Dullahans away first, before they began battling.

As for the elite Dullahans, they just silently watched the 'futile' resistance of the living beings that were defending the county that unjustly executed them while thousands of undead knights and other Dullahans ran past them to clash with the resistance force.

Evan was not among those who did not take action immediately, as while most of the commanding group (Evan, Duke Charles, Sir Heinr, Sir Czac, Dasyra, the military Major General and Mercenary guild master) returned to the command centre, the boy and his companions had other plans in mind.

Said plans, were to turn the thousands of incoming undead monsters, into EXP for levelling up.

Greed was the most eager as he wanted to regain his self-given title of highest level in the party that was unceremoniously 'stolen' from him by Evan and Pride, while the other high demon just wanted to stabilize her power before the other undead forces arrived.

Eliza also didn't sit back with the rest of the supports, actively joining the battle as she knew that according to Evan's plans for what was to come, it would be better if her level was even the slightest bit higher, and it most certainly could not be 200 levels lower than her opponent!

As the undead monsters charged forward like water out of a busted dam, Eliza activated Memoria's spear edge as she ran up the void steps Evan placed in front of her like a ramp and jumped into the air.

She locked onto a single Dullahan whose aura felt particularly threatening as she pulled back her spear while activating her Breath of Life unique skill.

Multiple rings of green light rotated wildly around her wrists, with a small barely noticeable aura of light flowing from her arm and into the spear.

As much as she would have liked to use 'Child of Life', Evan told her not to do so as Vazgan might recognize her skill and inform the Eighth Finger about it beforehand, as such she used her second unique skill to imbue as much 'Life' energy as she could into the weapon before throwing it out with all her strength.

*BOOMM!!!