7 KINGDOMS: conquest
62. War in Wensol 3

"Just be!" noran.

"Don't be arrogant you kid!" shouted a soldier.

Hearing Noran's words made them angry, this was tantamount to looking down on them.

The 5 men advanced simultaneously, slashing towards Noran at five different points, Noran just remained motionless, watching their swords clanging as it hit his armor.

Noran twisted two of his Black Sword, easily their Rare-level sword was cut into two pieces.

"What?!" all the elite soldiers were shocked.

This was a Rare-level weapon, a weapon they used to be proud of, yet to deal with Noran's sword, it was like a blade facing off against a jely.

"Only your Rare levels are surprised?" Noan laughed cynically.

He slashed at the two people beside him, fired a fireball forward and threw himself backward.

His sudden movements, made the 2 soldiers beside him get killed, the 7 in front were roasted to death and the other dozens behind fell down.

"Wind's Slash!" shouted Noran.

The soldiers who were intending to come at him, split into two, killing the other 5 soldiers.

14 Have been killed, remaining 36 elite soldiers around him, Noran rose up and jumped in blackflip style, making him look impressive.

"Flash star!"

3 Parallel slashes shot out, forming a giant 6-pointed star on the ground.

The other 6 elite soldiers were killed, Noran landed on the ground, making dust billow.

"Armor Break!" shouted Noran.

Huge waves of energy attacked them, making some of them lose their armor.

Noran ran over, slashing them easily, one by one the elite soldiers fell and died.

Within a few minutes, only one elite soldier remained. He looked at Noran in disbelief.

"You monster!" shouted the soldier.

Noran did not care about his words, he threw his blacksword, got him killed with a sword stuck in.

50 elite soldiers scattered around him, Noran looked towards the 5,000 horsemen who continued to mow down the royal army.

"A troublesome squad." murmured Noran.

Noran walked forward, blocking their path. Now the cooldown of his 7 slaying slashes was over.

Noran waited for them to get closer, the distance got closer and finally Noran let go of his movements.

"7 slashing slaughterers!"

"First freedom!"

Ten horses and their riders were thrown and split into two.

"Second freedom!"

"Third freedom!"

...

"Seventh freedom!"

1,270 horsemen were killed into pieces, Noran unleashed various other skills, leaving them only a few hundred left.

Noran looked at the cavalry sharply, the blacksword he held straight, waiting for them to approach.

As the cavalry passed by, Noran slashed the horses, making them fall down one by one.

5..

30...

76..

120..

300..

300 Horsemen fell down, now they all stood up and surrounded Noran in red rage.

"Damn it!"

"Kill him!"

Hundreds of horsemen besieged Noran, intending to kill him. However, they were instead slaughtered by Noran.

The rapid movements and deadly attacks of Noran made them fall. one by one, within 3 minutes, 300 horsemen had died.

There were still another 200, now they were pointing at him with ferocious gazes. Noran took his black sword and darted towards them.

"Aura Battle!"

"Wordmanship!"

"One Handed Sword!"

"Arms Strengthening!"

"Armor Break!"

"Wind's Slash!"

"Fireball!"

Ssmua battle skill he used, getting hundreds of cavalrymen killed, leaving behind some of them at the moment.

Somewhere else...

there were four hands on his body, no face, two bone horns, a long tail filled with sharp bones, bone armor as well as black bat wings.

"Demon transformation?!" Billard surprised.

Other than Black Aura, he also had the ability to transform into a demon, requiring at least 3,000 human souls to be able to possess this skill.

"Haha! Right, this is my power!" said the general.

"It's not your ability that makes you nicknamed the Eraser." Billard said.

"That's right, it's because of my appearance! faceless demons! I'm the Eraser!" said it.

He began to dart towards Billard, 4 hands filled with sharp and long claws, attacking Billard and trying to tear him.

"Devil! You are the devil!" billard.

"Haha... Shout as you please, for you will soon die!" said the general.

4 His hands attacked, breaking into the vital parts.2 hands were successfully cut off, one hand locked in Billard's mouth.

However, the last hand managed to pierce his chest, the general's sharp nails piercing the general's chest, making him spit out blood.

"Guhk..."

His transformation in force stop, his HP reduced drastically, almost touching the number 0.

"Haha! Hurry up and die, old man!" the general said laughing happily.

He flung the general's body firmly, throwing him several meters away before stopping.

Now Billard's body is helpless, he's dead. The Eraser flew, darting towards Noran who was now chopping his troops one by one.

Meanwhile...

In Noran's mind, a twang of notification sounded.

[Dig! The main mission is underway!

Mission: the battle of the Rosvelt kingdom with the Zugen empire.

Choose your side, make alliances and win wars between two great empires.

Knights: 0/50

Nobles :0/5

Prize : +1.000 relations with the kingdom / +1.000 relations with the royal family / +200 relations with all nobles /mystery skill book x5 / exp +1.000.000 / +1.000 fame / +40 charisma /mysterious egg ]

[Dig! Mission detected!

Push back the Eraser and win this battle.

Reward : +100 fame / +10 charisma / +500 relation Wensol city / +2 mystery skill book /exp +200.000 ]

Two missions appeared at once, it seemed like the main mission had appeared and was taking place because of this battle.

The reward may be great, but the difficulty is also great. Looks like both of these missions have been automatically accepted.

"Rancid boy! Die you!" shouted the general.

It flew and shot out quickly, hitting Noran strongly. Noran slammed a few feet away, his body crumbling.

"What's that?" Noran then got up, though,

Looking at the faceless demon before him, with his terrifying appearance was able to make everyone frightened.

[Name: Guliath

Race: half demon

Gender: male

Age: 34 years

Level 300

Title: the Eraser

Status: dangerous! ]

Level 300, this was the same as a Kobold Lord, but with his intelligence it would be more troublesome than a Kobold Lord.

The blood-red nameplate flickered, signaling he was a dangerous opponent.

Noran looked at her, now that hers was almost depleted, only a few hundred left.

Noran drank the potion, recovering his mana to the brim. Noran unleashed the power of his own, making him as strong as a level 240 fighter.

A yellowish aura enveloped his body, with his armor and weapons, Noran was able to match a level 270 fighter.

"It will be troublesome." murmured Noran.

Noran darted forward towards Guliath, then cast a fireball spell and attacked him.

Now his Fireball skill had gone up, making the damage done even greater.

Buumm...

Guliath looked at the origin of the fireball, he felt so angry.

"Rancid boy!" he roared furiously and darted towards Noran.

"Devil without a face, it's time you disappeared!" noran muttered.

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