Is this really a Game?!

Chapter 869 The Battle Formation

Reign continued his relentless assault, dodging spells, countering attacks, and pushing the enemy warriors to their limits. The leader, recovering from the effects of the soul attack, joined the fray once more, his red aura pulsating with renewed vigor. The trio of Tier V combatants, though battered, were determined to overcome the mysterious warrior who had disrupted their plans.

As Reign faced the combined onslaught, he couldn't help but acknowledge the skill and coordination of his opponents. The mage's precise spellcasting, the spearman's calculated strikes, and the leader's overwhelming combat aura – it was a formidable combination that demanded his full attention.

The battlefield became a chaotic dance of blades, magic, and combat auras. Each clash reverberated through the outpost, leaving destruction in its wake. The soldiers, now regaining their composure, watched in awe as their commanders fought against the overwhelming opponent that was Reign.

They all stared, none daring to even breathe loudly as they all knew that their fate would depend on who won.

Reign, ever the strategist, continued to adapt to the changing dynamics of the battle. He utilized his mastery over light to make flashes of light to try and blind them, confusing his opponents and creating openings for counterattacks while also using his soul attacks from time to time. The leader's combat aura, however, posed a unique challenge. It was a relentless force that fueled their attacks, making each strike more potent than the last.

The mage, being able to defend against Reign's soul attacks, began casting intricate spells that manipulated the very elements. Fire erupted, ice formed, and gusts of wind swept through the battlefield. Reign, agile and perceptive, navigated through the magical onslaught, narrowly avoiding the elemental attacks.

"He definitely doesn't have innate abilities in all of those elements, actually, none of them are his innate ability, only the one in the beginning, the attacks formed by pure mana, seem to be fueled by an innate ability," Aethion told Reign who nodded his head inwardly while fighting.

As for the spear-wielding Tier V, he adjusted his tactics, alternating between aggressive lunges and defensive maneuvers. The pain from Reign's soul attack lingered, but his determination overshadowed the discomfort. The leader, fueled by rage and combat aura, became even more unpredictable, launching devastating strikes with his massive sword.

Amidst the chaos, Aethion's voice echoed in Reign's mind, offering occasional insights and observations. "These opponents are no ordinary warriors. Their coordination and skill are impressive, but you have an advantage in adaptability. Exploit their patterns and find the weaknesses in their teamwork."

Reign, always calculating, acknowledged the advice. He decided to target the mage first, recognizing the pivotal role of spells in the enemy's strategy. With a burst of speed, he closed the distance, engaging the mage in a close-quarters duel. The mage, agile and resourceful, countered with magical barriers and evasive maneuvers.

While engaged with the mage, Reign sensed the spearman launching a powerful attack from behind. In a split-second decision, he used his lightning to increase his speed to its fullest, disappearing from the mage's view and reappearing behind the spearman. The sudden move disrupted the enemy's coordination, forcing them to adjust to Reign's unpredictable tactics.

The leader, enraged by the disruption, intensified his attacks. The combat aura surrounding him grew more intense, turning the battlefield into a tempest of raw power. Despite the challenges, Reign maintained his focus. The dance of blades and spells continued, each moment crucial in determining the outcome of the battle.

Aethion's voice resonated once more, "Their combat aura is formidable, but it comes at a cost. The strain on their bodies and minds is evident. Wear them down, exploit their fatigue, and you'll find an opening."

"Your soul attacks have already done plenty to them, so just continue fighting as you have till now."

Reign heeded the advice, gradually pushing the enemy combatants to their limits. The mage, fatigued from the continuous spellcasting, began to falter. Reign seized the opportunity, delivering a series of precise strikes that left the mage disoriented. With a final, decisive blow, Reign incapacitated the mage, rendering him unable to continue the fight.

Now facing the spear-wielding Tier V and the enraged leader, Reign knew that victory was within reach. The soldiers, witnessing one of their commanders fall, started panicking slightly as dread took over them.

With their current numbers and the chaotic battle that was taking place, even if they used a formation and attacked Reign, they doubted they could do much to him.

The remaining adversaries, however, were not ready to admit defeat. The spearman, undeterred by the loss of his comrade, unleashed a barrage of attacks with unmatched determination. Reign, relying on his reflexes and combat prowess, parried and countered, gradually wearing down the spearman's stamina.

Meanwhile, the leader, fueled by his combat aura and sheer rage, pressed on with relentless strikes. The clash between the two warriors intensified, each blow shaking the ground beneath them. Reign, despite the formidable opposition, held his ground with unwavering resolve.

As the battle neared its climax, the leader, recognizing the mounting odds against him, unleashed a final, desperate attack. The red aura surrounding him reached its peak, and the sheer force of his strike threatened to overwhelm Reign. In that critical moment, Reign summoned his remaining strength, channeling both light and darkness into a last, decisive maneuver.

The clash that followed was nothing short of cataclysmic. The leader's sword met Reign's dual blades in a confrontation that echoed through the outpost. The combat aura, now pushed to its limits, began to flicker. Reign, fueled by determination and the rewards he would gain after completing this side mission, smiled ferociously as he pushed against the enemy leader.

The leader, unable to withstand the onslaught, staggered backward. The red aura, once a symbol of his overwhelming power, dissipated into the air. Reign, seizing the opportunity, launched a final, calculated strike. His dual blades pierced through the leader's defenses, piercing through his chest.

The leader widened his eyes before falling down. He was not dead, not yet.

The outpost fell into stunned silence as the leader, defeated and humbled, collapsed to the ground. The remaining Tier V combatant, the spearman, recognized the inevitable but was still not willing to stop fighting.

The soldiers, witnessing everything, clenched their teeth before grouping up and using their formation. Their combined auras rose to form a giant wolf made out of mana, as well as combat aura.

The wolf stared down at Reign as the latter smirked upon seeing them.

Reign was tired, he had used quite a lot of mana, as well as stamina, but it was not enough to stop him from fighting some more.

The soldiers, driven by desperation, unleashed the giant wolf made of mana and combat aura, hoping to turn the tide of the battle. The enormous construct charged at Reign with incredible speed, its jaws ready to crush anything in its path. The remaining Tier V combatant, the spearman, joined the assault, launching attacks from the side to keep Reign off balance.

Reign, though fatigued, maintained his composure. He evaded the giant wolf's biting jaws with a swift sidestep, narrowly escaping the powerful attack. The spearman's strikes were relentless, but Reign, fueled by his determination and battle instincts, countered with calculated precision. The clash between the combatants created shockwaves that resonated through the outpost.

"Are you sure you wish to continue, you might unintentionally kill those two, you know?" Reign asked as the spearman and the soldiers scoffed at him before charging again.

"We would rather die than be captured." The spearman said as he stabbed forward with his spear.

Reign sighed as he dodged the spear before kicking the enemy away and then facing the wolf that was attacking him from the side.

He unleashed his soul manipulation, summoning tens of souls that he launched at the soldiers.

Suddenly, the wolf froze for a moment as the soldiers started screaming in pain from their souls being attacked.

'That's the main weakness of this formation, the soldiers.' Reign thought before he launched an attack on the wolf.

With less than 300 soldiers left, the formation was not that powerful, and by stopping almost a hundred of them with his soul attack, the wolf was not stable anymore.

Reign smirked before lightning erupted around his swords.

White lightning around his right sword, and black lightning around his left.

The lightning suddenly formed two lances before he charged forward.

[ Twin Lightning Lances – Light and Darkness Mode ]

With a white lance on his right, and a black lance on his left, Reign struck the wolf's head before penetrating through it and destroying the formation, causing all the soldiers to spit out blood, many of them falling unconscious.

The remaining Tier V combatant, the spearman, now faced Reign alone. The soldiers, disheartened by the loss of their formidable construct, hesitated for a moment before regaining their resolve. The battle continued, but the momentum had shifted in Reign's favor, and soon, the spear was struck away and the final opponent was down on his knees.

"My win, you did well though, now go sleep." Reign said as he struck the back of the opponent's head with the pommel of his sword.