Alistair stood amidst the smoke, his sword buried in the dirt, sparks still flickering across his body after the Moon Splitter strike that ended the demon commander.
Silence blanketed the battlefield...
Then chaos exploded.
"Kill them all!" Alistair roared.
"YAAAH!"
"Chase those goblins !"
"For Lord Alistair!"
The demons began to collapse, tripping over the corpses of their kin, scattering like burning rats.
Alistair smiled as he watched them flee like parasites.
Then he shouted once more:
"Don't let them escape!"
"Kill anyone who sets foot in this valley!"
The soldiers responded instantly, eyes burning with bloodlust and fervor.
Arthur led the archers, picking off the fleeing goblins one by one, while Alistair himself led the pursuit from the left flank.
The battle turned into a slaughter.
The goblins had no leader, no formation. Some even dropped their weapons.
"My lord! We've killed more than fifty in three minutes!" a soldier shouted from behind.
Alistair didn't even glance back. "Keep going... no mercy."
"My lord!" Arthur called as he ran over. "Baron Raylen's and Baroness Elena's forces have started moving!"
Alistair looked coldly at the distant allied forces. "Did they wait this whole time hoping we'd die fighting the goblins ?"
Then he gave a devilish smile. "Arthur, take half the army to the right flank. Lead the goblins straight into Baroness Elena's army."
Arthur looked at Alistair knowingly. "Are we fighting alongside her forces when they clash?"
"No." Alistair replied coldly. "Let them kill each other."
Arthur nodded firmly and rushed off with his men.
Alistair then led the remaining half to drive the Goblins toward the left flank—toward Baron Raylen's army.
It didn't take much effort. The goblins were fleeing in madness, unable to tell friend from foe, desperate only to survive.
When they encountered human forces ahead, some tried to turn back—only to find the path blocked by Brixdon's steel.
Seeing what happened to their comrades, they all surged forward in terror—right into Raylen's ranks.
"Don't let them through!" Raylen shouted.
But things quickly spiraled out of control...
Exactly as Alistair had planned.
This time, the demons fought with desperate fury—for their lives.
Elsewhere, Arthur successfully guided the Goblin toward Baroness Elena's hidden troops.
The clash began.
Screams... blood... fire... utter chaos.
Baroness Elena's lines were crushed just like Raylen's.
"Alistair, you bastard," Elena hissed.
"Send word to Baron Cain for reinforcements!" she snapped to her men without turning.
"Lucas, kill them all."
"Yes, Mother." replied a young man with long brown hair, overflowing with power—a C-rank knight fighting by Elena's side.
Arthur saw Lucas enter the battlefield... and immediately ordered his forces to return to Alistair.
Back to Baron Raylen's side
Baron Raylen had lost his mind, blood in his eyes. He had thought himself the hunter and Alistair the prey... he couldn't comprehend how things flipped so fast.
"Alistair, you bastard!" he screamed, but Alistair merely smiled coldly.
Raylen turned to his right, his fat body trembling with rage, and spoke to his only C-rank knight, Roderick.
"Roderick... go kill them all."
Roderick nodded silently and stepped onto the battlefield.
Alistair watched from afar, eyes like a hunter.
A soldier approached him. "My lord, shall we attack? Both Goblin and humans are in complete disarray."
Alistair raised his hand silently.
"Not yet..."
He was waiting for that critical moment… when both sides weakened... gasping... when a single strike could end it all.
Ten minutes of brutal combat passed, and the tides began to shift.
Roderick was cutting down demons relentlessly. Their numbers had dropped below half, but Raylen's forces had fewer than a hundred men remaining.
At that moment, Arthur and his men returned.
Alistair had sent word to withdraw from Baroness Elena's battle—Lucas, her C-rank knight, was too strong for D-rank Arthur to handle.
"Well done," Alistair smiled. Then, in his cold tone:
"Now..."
He raised his sword and shouted:
"CHARGE! Kill them all!"
His army surged forward—organized, trained, and fueled by precise orders.
They used the same tactics from earlier—piercing through enemies, then letting both Goblin and humans into controlled gaps, only to slaughter them.
The armored soldiers raised their shields and drove their spears into anyone in their way.
Another massacre began—green goblin blood mixed with human red.
"Mercy… mercy!"
"Please!"
"Kkkk!"
Begging voices echoed from both sides—but Alistair showed no pity. Demon or human... all fell with a clean cut.
"Raaah!" A roar echoed from within the demons.
Two towering D-rank goblin, each over 2.5 meters tall, charged forward.
Alistair was about to move, but Arthur—now also D-rank—moved first, alongside another massive soldier, also D-rank, over 2.5 meters tall, built like a mountain with explosive muscles and black hair.
Together, they faced the demons head-on.
Arthur parried their strikes and pierced their weaknesses with speed and precision. Alistair was impressed—Arthur's sword skill and stats were extraordinary for his rank.
Alistair glanced toward the other giant soldier battling fiercely.
"Pure strength," he muttered.
He was shocked. Everyone knew D-rank Goblin were physically overwhelming... yet this soldier was holding one back.
Then a terrifying voice broke his focus.
"ALISTAIR!!" It was Roderick—drenched in blood that wasn't his.
"Face me, coward!" he roared, charging forward.
Alistair smiled—and ran to meet him.
"CLANG!" The sound of swords colliding.
"CLANG!
CRASH!"
Sparks flew. The ground trembled. Alistair's lightning-charged blade met Roderick's flaming sword in a thunderous shockwave.
Roderick's hands trembled. Every strike from Alistair was heavier than the last—pushing him further into despair.
"Roderick!" Alistair yelled, bringing his sword down.
[⚡ Skill Activated: Thunder Breaker]
Roderick barely blocked, roaring: "Flame Clash!" A burst of crimson flame shot from his sword, forcing Alistair back several steps.
Alistair smirked through the smoke and raised his left hand to the sky:
[🔥 Skill Activated: Infernal Spear]
A fiery spear materialized and launched at Roderick.
"HAAH!" Roderick slashed the air, releasing a wave of flame that exploded the spear mid-air.
But Alistair didn't stop.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
Each blow faster and heavier than the last—delivering the full force of a C-rank knight...
But Alistair… was not ordinary.
A lightning-infused strike hit Roderick's chest directly, sending him flying, landing on his back as dust rose around him.
He got up—gasping, half his face burned.
"What are you?! How are you fighting with three elements?!" he screamed.
He had lost it—he saw Alistair wield fire, lightning, and ice. At first, he assumed it was a rare trait… now, he realized it was something far more terrifying.
Alistair gave no answer. Instead, he prepared another skill:
[🔥❄️ Dual Skill: Stormfire Nova]
A storm of fire and frost erupted across the area. Roderick tried to leap back, but part of the storm caught his arm.
A scream shook the valley. His sleeve ripped away—revealing scorched, ruined flesh beneath.
Roderick's POV
"What is happening?! I'm Roderick of the Flame Claw… a C-rank knight! No one below this rank should be able to touch me!"
"Even if someone could overpower me… not like this!"
He looked at his arm—gone.
Then at his burning skin—peeling, blackened.
Tick… tick… tick… He heard footsteps.
He raised his tear-filled, stunned eyes... and met the gaze of the devil who reduced him to this.
"Please… don't kill me!"
His voice trembled—for the first time in his life, he didn't want to die. He wanted to return home… grow old… die surrounded by children and grandchildren.
"I'll do whatever you want… just… please… have mercy..."
But Alistair didn't stop.
He raised his sword high, a miniature storm forming above, lightning crackling around his body.
He stared at Roderick with a merciless gaze, and said:
"No mercy."
[⚡ Special Skill: Moon Splitter]
One strike. Swift. Clean.
Roderick's head hit the ground.
His body remained kneeling, as if still begging for life.