Undying Warlord

“Y’all are way too tense. Have some fun, and swing your butt to whoop the monster’s asses!” Dilan calmly suggested.

He didn’t plan to kill the Ascenders of the Blue Star camp. It would be way too annoying to attack Mayor Clerens, Sheriff Jennie, and Hunter Jared head-on.

It was not impossible for him to kill them, and Dilan was confident of defeating them if he would be honest with himself. However, it wouldn’t prove any benefits to him.

The Blue Star camp could be said to be an additional defensive layer against groups of evil Ascenders. The fact that the group the bloodthirsty Ascenders belonged to openly attacked the Blue Star camp was a great precursor for Dilan’s behavior.

Nonetheless, the fight against the monster tide was way too long and drawn out, and Dilan worried that the unconscious bloodthirsty Ascenders would get hit by an astray attack, or bulldozed the moment the monsters of the tide were to be able to push a few Ascenders of the Blue Star camp away.

Their numbers weren’t many, and Dilan’s help was something they desperately required to minimize their casualties.

However, what nobody expected upon seeing him first was that Dilan was not only on their side but that he would attack the monsters without actually killing them.

While his [Thunder Step] ability was activated at will, the sound of the ability’s activation reverberated through the entire plains.

Everyone heard the sound, but nobody was capable of fighting against the monstrous existence, who had decided to join the battle.

Dilan’s brightly ignited Blazing Serpentine Blade whizzed and crackled through the surroundings. With every wave of his hand, Dilan cut off the body parts of several monsters. Numerous monsters were crippled within a moment, and the fire continued to burn brightly through their bodies or whatever was left of it, even after the blazing blade had long since left them.

The Blazing Serpentine Blade turned into a tornado of fire. Dilan didn’t allow a single monster to escape unscathed. Yet, the Ascenders, who were also caught in his storm of fire, and sparking blades, were totally unscathed.

Not even the blazing flames scorched their hair, let alone touch the armors they were wearing.

Only when the Ascenders began to realize that Dilan was on their side and that he wouldn’t kill them mercilessly after he defeated the tide of monsters, were they able to sigh in relief.

“You lazy-heads. How about you finish off these monsters? Otherwise, I will take them.” Dilan shouted in annoyance after realizing that the Ascenders were content with watching the ‘entertainment’ show he created with the use of the Blazing Serpentine blade than killing the monsters he had injured and especially left for them to kill.

He might not like Felia’s soldiers, but that didn’t mean the Blue Star camp was bad. Others might not feel like this but in Dilan’s opinion, the Blue Star camp could become an ideal pawn for him to make use of.

‘If they can become my defensive line from the north-eastern direction, that will be perfect.’ Dilan had initially thought when deciding to ‘gift’ the Blue Star camp’s Ascenders the crippled and half-dead monsters to allow them to deliver the killing blow easily.

Their value would decrease rapidly because Dilan contributed the most but that was not important. With that gift, he only wanted to make it clear that he didn’t plan on taking everything from the Blue Star camp that didn’t belong to him, and that he was on their side.

It was actually questionable if Dilan and the Blue Star camp were on the same side.

At least, when it came to the bloodthirsty Ascenders’ threat, Dilan and the Blue Star camp had one common goal.

Both wanted to annihilate this group of human beings, who walked down the wrong path. Both agreed that the path of sacrificing their own race to gain more benefits from the Primordial Ascension was wrong!

With time passing, Dilan merely had to pay attention not to kill Hunter Jared’s tamed wolf, to accidentally cut Mayor Clerens in thousands of pieces, and to evade the hail of arrows shot by Sheriff Jennie.

As for the remaining Ascenders, they didn’t even dare to come close to him after a few minutes had passed.

Dilan was in the middle of the battlefield, sending every monster to its death that entered his view.

His entire body was covered in blood, brain mass, and bone fragments. However, he was still smiling and ignoring the slippery ground before he realized one big mistake.

“Are they really that lazy? I have literally injured the monsters to the extent where they cannot fight back…” He murmured, feeling that the Blue Star camp’s Ascenders were cowards and useless.

When compared to them, the Ascenders of Dilan’s group were much better. They were already accustomed to Dilan’s brutal fighting style and didn’t avoid him. For the Ascenders, who fought under Dilan, it was obvious that he would never injure them, not even accidentally.

As long as they followed Dilan’s commands and the orders of his people, everything would be fine, and they would survive.

However, the same couldn’t be said for these Ascenders. Dilan was just a stranger to them, a powerful one though.

“Just kill them. My people fight together at the frontlines. Their forte is to defend. Not many are able to enter the center of the battlefield without feeling a trace of fear.” Mayor Clerens, who had appeared next to him, suggested all of a sudden.

The only person who was similar to Dilan with regard to his madness was Mayor Clerens. The man was in his 30s, he had a short brown beard and short brown hair. His muscle-packed body looked much better now that everything seemed to have been ‘configured’ and ‘adjusted’ if one could call his appearance like that.

​ Mayor Clerens was still sane, but his way of fighting was drastically influenced by his Origin ability [Lone Wolf]. As long as he roamed through the center of his opponents, alone, or with only a few comrades, his strength would increase the more opponents he would face.

The occupation he chose was also focused on fighting brutally, which made things much easier for Mayor Clerens. He was far from being a madman…it were just his abilities that forced him to become like this. At least, that was what he told himself.

Dilan knew a madman when he saw one. After all, he was one too so when he spotted someone who was just like him, he could immediately single him out. And right now he could tell that Mayor Clerens was still far from being comparable to him. However, there was…potential!

“Alright, I won’t reject that feast then. By the way, the bloodthirsty Ascenders are not dead. Do you guys have someone who can make them speak?” While speaking to Mayor Clerens, Dilan changed his battle strategy.

Instead of wasting his precious movements and time to cripple the monsters around him, he killed them easily.

Their head was cut off, their arteries severed, and their brains pierced. Killing was much easier for Dilan than being careful of only injuring and not finishing off any monsters.

“Make someone speak? Yeah, we have someone like this. But it’s useless, we’ve already gotten all the necessary information these henchmen can provide.” He said in a calm voice, clearing all possible doubts

“By the way, who are you, and why are you helping us? There should be a reason for you to intervene all of a sudden.” Mayor Clerens added before jumping toward the side and pulling his arm back. He punched out all of a sudden, causing the ground to tremor while the chest of the Gorilla he had just attacked burst open.

‘Yeah, he is definitely on par with the Minotaur’s strength. However, his speed is much slower. Well, whatever.’ Dilan thought before he answered Mayor Clerens’ question without intending to hide anything.

“Captain Felia should have told you about me. I’m Dilan, the leader of the group in Shiron.” He introduced himself while waiting for Mayor Clerens’ reaction.

He had expected something grand, but Dilan was astonished to see that Mayor Clerens showed only mild signs of astonishment in his face. It was almost as if he was not actually interested in the truth, or there was something else.

‘Did he guess that already?’ Dilan wondered.

“So you are the one who killed my Soldiers?” Mayor Clerens asked all of a sudden.

Dilan had expected that question, but he didn’t mind it. After all, his answer would always be the same, whether he would be asked this question on the battlefield or while having some tea.

“Yep, and I would do it again. Not even Gods are allowed to reach out their filthy hands on my people, even less if they’re unwilling and helpless!”