Building a Kingdom and Conquering the World

Chapter 12: First Form - Fire Blade

The swift death of the barbarian leader led to a deafening silence to hover on the battlefield. The First Battalion and even the Generals, who were able to watch the battle from afar, were astonished by their King's strength.

They had no idea that the pitiful king who was running away from battle a couple of days ago could explode with this kind of power and kill a barbarian leader, someone who would take at least thirty soldiers of the Third Warrior Stage to be taken down.

It was a shock.

On the other hand, contrary to the excitement of his soldiers, Henry was still between the two armies with the split corpse under his feet, gushing hot blood that melted the snow and created a thin and rising steam.

"It's my first kill"- Henry thought, forgetting the pain spreading through his arms – "I should be trembling with anxiety and puking everything out of my stomach…but…what's wrong with me? I am thrilled."

Henry didn't know if it was the memories of the previous body's owner or the adrenaline coursing around his bloodstream, but he wanted to continue fighting. The Mana from the Imperial Sun God Technique seemingly intensified this dark feeling of his with each complete flow.

*Boom*

Not far away from him, a large explosion shook the ground beneath everyone's feet. It wasn't as powerful as the Torch Tree's seeds exploding but was enough to make Henry turn his head.

On the horizon, he could see Luther being surrounded by six figures and fighting valiantly against them while holding a giant sword in his right hand, covered by a silver aura. Although he was alone, he wasn't at any disadvantage and was able to pressure down the barbarians.

Luther's attacks couldn't be considered fast. In fact, he was even slower than his enemies who were crazily swarming him from all sides. However, his attacks were constant and precise. He was like a mountain, forcing his enemies to follow his pace and threatening to end their lives at any small mistake.

"The Moon Cleaving Technique sure is powerful" – Henry commented in his head, looking at the silver aura cladding Luther's body. – "But I don't have time to remain as a bystander."

Henry could feel his next enemy madly running towards him, followed by a huge number of barbarians, thirsty for blood and fearless.

"They are coming!" – Henry said, his eyes deeply focusing on his next enemy – "I can not fight against the leader and the army behind him. Furthermore, he won't be dumb enough to fall for the same trick as his comrade."

Henry concluded. He had no way of fighting against the huge number of soldiers coming behind the next barbarian leader. Worst, after overloading his Mana circuits, in order to block the enemy attack and kill him, he wouldn't be able to exert the same level of power to fight against the new one.

"I must retreat!" – He said.

However, before retreating, he calmly glared at those savages as a vicious plan began to surface in his head.

"They can't shut down and control their emotions, that's why these people are not able to come up with simple strategies for warfare." – Henry thought, looking at the corpse near him – "I wonder if I poke deep enough in their culture, they will lose themselves to madness."

"I have just enough time" – Henry said, seeing that it would still take a couple of seconds for the mad horde to reach him.

Henry closed his eyes and filled his circuits again with Mana. He could feel a fiery Mana leaving his heart and flowing through his circuits in an irregular but predicted way.

"First Form – Fire Blade!" – Henry muttered with a painful tone as the energy burned his muscles, while his heartbeat faster and faster.

Fire Blade was an attack technique that could only be activated once the Imperial Sun God Technique reached Fifth Warrior Stage. It was a simple technique that made his sword be covered by a destructive fire.

However, the cost for using it in the Fourth Stage was immense. It ate away half of the user's Mana and could lead to the destruction of bones and muscles if used for a long period of time. If not for his plan, Henry wouldn't have used it.

Henry's sword was like an erupting volcano.

He looked behind him at his captain and his soldiers. There, he saw that his soldiers' eyes were full of veneration and respect. They were seeing the long-lost technique, which disappeared for years in the hands of their king.

Henry flashed a satisfied smile that would remain, if not for the painful process of maintaining the technique.

"Attack!" – Henry gave the command as soon as the captain locked eyes with him.

At his signal, Stahl's army moved, the First Battalion moved in his direction, ready to protect their land. And, at the same time, Henry thrusted his burning sword at the corpse, which burned like wood and gave off a disgusting scent.

At that action, all the barbarians roared in anger. Their brother's corpse has been disrespected and sullied by the enemy, burned in a foreigner land where he would remain forever. He would roam the world of living and dead, unable to speak or hear, only see.

In sum, he was cursed for eternity and would never reach salvation.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" – The barbarian leader screamed crazily.

Henry could see the white of his eyes turning blood red, with veins and blood painting it.

"That's good!" – Henry yelled in a strange excitement. He was like a crazy person who found enjoyment in his enemy's suffering. He was a mad king.

"Let's go!" – He raised his fiery sword to the skies and slashed it downwards towards the second barbarian leader, not minding the pain.