Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 155 - 153: Peerless, Taking the Commander’s Head

"My... My Lord?"

"My Lord?!"

Covered in dust and grime, Roy brushed the debris from his face and stared at the figure emerging from the smoke. It was none other than their Clan Leader.

"Fall back."

Westheid spoke without turning around. "You’ve held the line well. Leave the rest to me."

He then raised his head and surveyed the scene before him—

Broken arrows jutted haphazardly from the earth. The land before the walls was pockmarked with craters from Magic-guided Cannons and Techniques. Slick entrails and mangled chunks of flesh were strewn everywhere, while rivers of blood, mixed with shattered bones and colorful mechanical components, flowed across the ground.

It was a scene straight out of Purgatory.

Westheid, however, was mostly used to it. The battlefields he’d fought on recently had been much the same.

He took a deep breath of the blood-filled air. As he stared out at the carnage, Westheid felt something within him activate, like a tightly wound spring or a fully fueled engine. A savage urge to kill and destroy surged up from the depths of his soul, and a cold smile crept across his handsome face.

His gaze swept over the endless Demon Tide, from the lowest Chaos Eggs to the higher-tier Mad Beast Vanguards, to the Owl Beast Bat Swarms in the sky, and the giant scorpions in the distance firing their Red Jade Stings...

’I’m really pissed off right now.’

Duke Qinghui felt a rage unlike any he had ever known. He almost never got angry, and this was one of the rare times his fury had been ignited.

It wasn’t just due to the potentially disastrous consequences of the surprise attack, but also the sheer frustration of being forced into such a passive position by Chaos Creatures.

Of course, the main reason for this passivity was that the Qinghui forces were simply too weak, with only a handful of individuals who could be considered true combatants.

’But I’m still pissed,’ he thought. ’Putting the facts aside, even if my gamble was ninety-nine percent my fault, doesn’t Chaos bear at least one percent of the blame?!’

’Dammit. You’ve all chosen the path of death!’

The fury burning inside Westheid demanded an outlet. And so, the Purity People by the Ying River were fortunate enough to witness a battle they would never forget for the rest of their lives:

Their lord faced the surging Chaos Army alone. He leaped high into the air, then plummeted into the very center of the Chaos Legion.

KRSSSHHH—

Countless crimson arcs of light tore across the earth, scattering in every direction as if they were the natural predator of all Chaos Creatures. Any Chaos Egg or Fallen Beast they touched died instantly, disintegrating into ash.

The arcs of light cleared a massive section of the Chaos Army. And this wasn’t a finishing move—it was merely the opening gambit of Westheid’s one-man rampage.

Then, Westheid began his one-sided slaughter. The low-level Chaos Demons were cannon fodder beneath his notice, trash that couldn’t survive two seconds against the Flame of Extinction. What the [Dragon Soul Furnace] craved were far more valuable targets.

For example, the [Chaos Corpse Witches] at the rear of the Chaos Army, who resembled withered skeletons and rode upon coffin-like magical palanquins.

These Chaos Casters ranked quite high among the [Chaos Hundred Forms], second only to the [Dirt World Desolate God]. However, their own bodies were incredibly fragile, so they typically remained in the rearmost position, unleashing the wild Power of Chaos upon the battlefield.

Westheid strode forward, making a beeline for these [Chaos Corpse Witches].

His sharp blade, wreathed in the Flame of Extinction, swept out, reaping the Low-tier Chaos creatures like wheat. Then, with a pulse from his inner furnace, Duke Qinghui, now cloaked in the Soul-Burning Flame, plunged into the Chaos Demon Tide like a roaring engine.

The heavily guarded defensive line was torn apart in an instant, as if it were made of paper. Westheid dodged a scarlet beam from a Corpse Witch and, with a backhand throw, sent his blade flying. It pierced through several Mad Beasts that were acting as living shields before accurately smashing into the Chaos Caster’s skull. Then, with a flick of his wrist, [Shadow-Born] moved in sync, ripping away the top half of the creature’s withered body.

A one-man army, claiming his prize from within a legion of foes!

Westheid repeated the trick, picking off every [Chaos Corpse Witch] in his sight one by one. The bonus damage that [Shadow-Born] dealt to Chaos Creatures was simply too immense; even the thickest, sturdiest carapaces were like paper before the Shadow-Born Blade.

With the only Casters capable of threatening him eliminated, the rest was nothing more than a bonus round.

[Withered Glory Sun] and [Dragon Soul Furnace] weren’t just top-tier growth Talents. Their incredible sustainability and plundering abilities meant that when his enemies were far weaker than him, a change in quantity could no longer trigger a change in quality.

Whether there were a thousand of them, ten thousand, or even hundreds of millions or trillions, in theory, it was all the same to Westheid. They were nothing but threat-free bags of experience points.

The reason a Tier T0 Talent was called Tier T0 was because it was just that unreasonably powerful.

The Chaos Demons, whose very name made mortals turn pale, were reduced to mere toys in Westheid’s hands. For him, this was less about exterminating Demons and more about using the battle as an excuse to vent his inner savagery.

BANG! BANG! BANG!—

A continuous series of impacts, accompanied by the sounds of tearing flesh and searing heat, echoed across the fields before the Ying River.

"So beautiful..."

Behind the shattered walls, a Knight sighed in awe, their eyes locked on their lord.

These novices, who had just received the legacy of the Magic Tome but had not yet formally embarked on the Knight Path, were getting a premature glimpse of the profound beauty of the [Knightly Hundred Arts] taken to its absolute limit.

The beauty of pure violence.

Slaughter, annihilation, pulverization, crushing, piercing, tearing...

Westheid’s methods of execution were endlessly varied, each one a perfect expression of overwhelming power. He was using all manner of flashy displays and devastating strikes to turn slaughter into an art form.

Having lost the Devourer’s command, the Chaos Army reverted to its usual level of intelligence, capable only of mechanically swarming toward Westheid.

The endless Demon Tide versus Westheid’s endless stamina made it seem as though the bloody, brutal feast would never end.

This one-sided slaughter and devastation lasted for a full day and night. Only when not a single Demon remained to crawl out of the woodwork did Westheid finally cease his frenzied massacre.

"Haaaah—"

Letting out a long breath, Westheid sat in silence on a small mound made of ash. Even though his [Dragon Soul Furnace] was meant to destroy all traces of the dead, mangled remains that even the Dragon Thunder couldn’t fully consume still lay before him, reeking with an inescapable stench of blood.

After the long, wanton slaughter, the resentment and savagery in his heart had finally been vented.

Only now did he finally have the leisure to consider what to do next.

Meanwhile, the Qinghui Soldiers and Civilians at the Ying River had achieved a total victory in their defense, yet they didn’t dare to raise their voices to celebrate their lord’s triumph.

Anyone could see that Duke Qinghui was in a foul mood. Even against the Great Chaos Enemy, his methods had been excessively brutal, and now, their lord seemed to be lost in thought.

In any case, Roy and the others considered it for a moment and decided it was best not to approach and disturb him.

This lasted until Yolanda arrived at the Ying River with her troops.