Lord: Stripped of My Inheritance from the Start - Chapter 414 - 388: Broel’s Shock

Last year, during the war to exterminate the Polante Thief Gang, Ronin killed Amicus, who had achieved a battlefield breakthrough to become a Meteor Knight. This completed the eighth tier of his King of Slaughter achievement: killing a seventh-level Extraordinary Unit.

Today’s situation was somewhat similar.

The battlefield initially had no eighth-level units. It was only when Ossen absorbed the energy of all the Witch Soul Race soldiers to force a breakthrough that he became a Silver Moon Knight.

Ronin opened his Attribute Panel and spent all 3,000 of his newly acquired Attribute Points. This not only brought his Knight Level progress to Silver Moon Level Perfection but also advanced his Mage Level to Magic Master (3,496/15,000).

’I’m still 11,504 Attribute Points away from becoming a Proud Sun Knight and a Great Mage.’

Even so, Ronin now possessed absolutely immense power.

At the very least, he hadn’t heard of any Proud Sun Knights in either the Oduin Kingdom or the Tricia Kingdom.

Besides, even if there were a Proud Sun Knight, killing him would be no simple task. Setting aside the existence of Ridder, Ronin’s own power was enough to hold his own against a Proud Sun Level opponent for some time.

The main difference between the two levels was Spiritual Power. The gap in raw Power wasn’t large, and the disparity in Fighting Qi was merely a matter of quantity.

That was why Ronin had so brazenly used the Secret Skill, Heaven-Burning Flame, during the last battle.

The Great Mage Miroslav directed the Earth Bear to set Ronin down on the ground, then promptly dispelled the magic. He walked over to Ronin, his expression complex.

“Ronin, your power…”

He didn’t know how to describe his feelings. It was as if he wasn’t looking at a young man under the age of twenty, but an ancient monster who had regained its youth.

Broel strode over and voiced his doubt directly. “You’re a Silver Moon Knight?”

Although the thirty-meter-long crimson sword shadow had pierced Ossen’s body, the sight had seared his eyes as well.

Broel had to admit that even he would have struggled to block such an attack.

And yet, an attack of that magnitude had come from Ronin.

At last year’s knightly tournament, he had been just a Silver Knight. How could he have broken through from Silver to the Silver Moon Level in less than a year?

Just then, Lurans also walked over and asked with concern, “How are you doing?”

The old man wasn’t surprised by Ronin’s power. After all, with the so-called “Divine Artifact” in his possession, advancing to the Meteor and Silver Moon ranks was to be expected.

Ronin smiled faintly. “I’m not really injured. It’s just that the Secret Skill I used a moment ago nearly drained all the Fighting Qi from my body. The cost was immense.”

“Toru!” Lurans called out.

Toru hurried over. “Sir, your orders!”

“Go get the carriage for the Lama Energy Cannon. Let Ronin get some proper rest.”

“Have you gone senile?”

Miroslav laughed. “That carriage doesn’t even have cushions. How could he possibly be comfortable? Go and bring my Magical Energy Carriage over.”

Lurans roared with laughter. “Fine, fine! You old coot are finally being generous for once.”

In truth, although Ronin’s Fighting Qi was heavily depleted, he wasn’t so exhausted that he needed to rest. However, since Lurans had made the arrangements, he couldn’t very well refuse and cause the man to lose face.

He allowed Toru to help him into the carriage.

The surrounding Knights watched Ronin with fervent gazes. They never imagined the Marquis’s grandson had already grown so powerful.

“Toru,” Ronin called out.

“Your orders!”

Toru replied respectfully, his form of address now more deferential.

“My Dragon will be bringing Elron here shortly. Have him treat Melonika first; it looks like he was badly injured. Also, if any Knights are so critically wounded that they can’t be saved, Elron can help them as well.”

Toru remembered the Mage who had appeared at Wushan Castle during the New Year’s festival. This Elron seemed quite powerful himself.

“You just rest, sir. Leave these minor matters to me!”

Elsewhere, Broel watched Toru help Ronin away. Lurans’s intervention had left his question unanswered.

“That boy Ronin is too competitive. Using a Secret Skill above his rank was a bit of a stretch for him.”

Broel gave a dry laugh. “Are you telling me he’s only at the Gold Level?”

’Like hell he is!’ he roared internally.

Lurans shrugged and changed the subject. “Even though we killed Ossen, the Mephisto he mentioned is probably not dead. What entered Ossen’s body was likely just a special kind of power.”

The others nodded in agreement.

Daun spoke up. “I’ve heard that Proud Sun Knights of the Wind Attribute can learn a Combat Skill called the Clone Shadow Transformation Skill. It allows them to create a clone out of Fighting Qi that can last for some time before dissipating.”

“Forget Proud Sun Knights. Ossen just split in two during the battle, though it only lasted for a moment.”

The discussion drew Broel’s attention. “Yes, the abilities of this Witch Soul Race are bizarre. I agree with Lurans. The mastermind, Mephisto, is likely still alive. He could be in Black Python City, or perhaps hiding somewhere else.”

At this, the faces of everyone present grew grim.

They may have won this battle, but they had experienced firsthand the terror of the Witch Soul Race.

First, they could rapidly create soldiers—men, women, old, and young could all be converted into combatants. Furthermore, they could use a Horn to unlock their potential, inflicting casualties on the nobles’ armies through suicidal tactics.

Second, they could absorb the energy of other Witch Soul Race members to forcibly increase their own power. This was even more terrifying than the first point.

What would it mean if they could mass-produce Silver Moon Knights?

“Broel, when you return, you must report this to His Majesty. Have him notify the other nobles that if any large-scale deaths or similarly strange incidents occur in their territories, they must report it to the major regional nobles or the Royal Family.”

The Witch Soul Race is an Alien Race. Leaving them unchecked would only allow them to expand at an alarming rate.

In less than two months, Black Python City had amassed tens of thousands of Witch Soul Race soldiers. The thought of how many there would be after a year of being ignored was chilling.

“I will!”

With Ossen and the other main forces dead, taking Black Python City would no longer be difficult.

After a brief discussion, Miroslav and Daun prepared to withdraw with the members of the Silva Magic Energy Chamber of Commerce. The next steps were internal matters for Lurans’s territory, and since they were not his Vassals, they wouldn’t participate further.

The same was true for Broel. The battle was essentially over. Ronin and Lurans would surely be able to reach Golden Feather City on time in June, so he could return and make his report.

Afterward, some began to prepare for their departure, while the Knight Orders of Wushan Castle started to tally their losses and clean up the battlefield.

WHOOSH—

Carlos flew back cheerfully, landing in a clear space on the battlefield.

It was in an excellent mood. Elron had completely eradicated the Witch Soul Power from its body, and it was finally free.

Elron scanned the battlefield. The lingering aura of Witch Soul Power made him frown. He never expected to encounter an Alien Race on such a massive scale after his rebirth.

’It seems the war from my past life will continue in this one.’

“Haha, Mr. Elron, you’re here.”

Lurans came forward to greet him warmly. He was extremely grateful to this Mage.

“Marquis!”

Elron bowed in greeting. “Where is Lord Ronin?”

“He’s resting in the carriage. The battle a moment ago took a heavy toll on him.”

Toru stepped forward and said respectfully, “Your Excellency, Count Ronin would like you to treat Melonika and some of the more seriously wounded.”

Elron nodded. “Please gather everyone who needs treatment.”

Once Melonika and the others were gathered, Elron cast the Purification Skill.

Although it was a single-target spell, Elron, who was already a Magic Master, was able to expand its range and effect.

After the purification, he followed up with some healing, helping them to recover quickly.

Melonika stood up and stretched his limbs. The corrosive power in his chest hadn’t been very strong; he had been able to suppress it with his Fighting Qi and was confident he could have expelled it within three days.

But the spell’s effect was immediate. He felt completely revitalized.

“Thank you, Elron!”

“Of course.”

Broel’s gaze lingered on Elron. The spell the man had just used was clearly extraordinary. ’Is this Mage before me a Great Mage?’ he wondered.

He was instantly stunned.

’When did Wushan Territory get this strong?’