Then, without them knowing how he even appeared behind them, he began slicing them down.
[Level 47 -> 48]
Kael levelled up again.
At this point, the rate at which he was receiving CE was so ridiculously high that he wasn’t even looking at the system notifications anymore.
He continued slicing the enemies down one after another, without making a single mistake. He was like a machine.
Mind you, there were beings stronger than Kael here. None of them were humans because Kael, as he was right now, was stronger than every human present here, be it Korvath or Morvain, just in terms of pure stats.
However, there were still a few beasts who were above level 80 here, beasts stronger than Kael, however, those beasts were all busy fighting their counterparts.
All they did was hold each other back.
The enemy beasts charged mindlessly, and to prevent them from going wild and massacring their troops, the allied beasts stalled them.
It was a battle of equals, a battle that wouldn’t see any results, not anytime soon.
As for Kael—
Kael had no counter.
He did whatever he pleased and the most frightening part about this?
Kael was never the one who cared for stats to begin with.
In fact, he always fought opponents with higher stats than him.
So here—
In front of enemies weaker than him, he was unstoppable.
Then suddenly, just as Kael sliced down another enemy, his facial features turned draconic, his piercing blue eyes turned golden and he—
"RRROOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!"
He roared.
[Skill: Roar of Dominion]
The next instant, the enemy troops froze.
Kael used the chance to slice down more of them, and he wasn’t alone. The Alliance troops were taken by surprise when the enemy suddenly stopped the last time, but now, they were prepared.
The instant Kael roared and the enemy stopped, they used the chance to kill the enemy they were facing.
"L-Lord Kael is here!
We can win!"
The Velmourns screamed in fury.
And this time, it wasn’t just the members of the Dawn of the Dragon who cheered for him, Velmourns who weren’t part of the Dawn of the Dragon, even those who actually doubted Kael or still thought of him as an outsider, even Draksis Velmourn, the previous Leader of the Forge, the man who lost his arm to Kael, was no different.
With his life at stake, the moment he saw Kael’s figure, his eyes lit up, heck, he was one of the few who cheered the loudest.
After all, he was currently surrounded by three enemies who were pouncing at him without stopping and with his right hand gone, he couldn’t defend himself properly.
He even thought today was his last and somewhere in his head, he had already accepted that result, that was until he saw the enemies rushing at him.
They weren’t holding any weapons.
And that made him remember the horrifying sight he saw before.
The sight of these bastards biting someone to death, those screams were still clear in his head, he was prepared to die, yes, for his land, for his Wall, no matter what state it was in, he was prepared to give his life away, that was his pride as a Velmourn—
But being bitten to death?
Screaming in pain as the enemy held his only hand and started biting his skin off, slowly, agonisingly—
That was not something even he was prepared for.
So as Kael appeared, as he saw him tear these enemies apart with a speed that made people like Morvain and Korvath, people Draksis had always looked up to, look like children—
Draksis couldn’t help but freeze as he saw the awe-inspiring sight in front of him but just then—
"What are you doing?
Fight.
I do not want any more deaths."
He heard Kael’s voice in his head.
That confused him because Kael was fighting right in front of his eyes far away, he didn’t understand how he was hearing his voice but—
"They are coming."
Kael’s voice came again, pulling Draksis out of his reverie and he—
"Haahhhh!!!"
He raised his sword in his left hand and continued fighting and parrying the enemy attacks, trying his hardest to survive.
In his mind however, he couldn’t help but think that even in this crowd—
Kael was focusing on him.
On him.
On someone who had doubted and challenged him at every second.
He didn’t want any more deaths?
Shouldn’t he want me to die?
Wouldn’t it get rid of the annoyance once and for all?
He couldn’t help but think inwardly.
Did he... forgive him?
After everything he had done?
How could one be so... forgiving?
Was he... truly a God?
Draksis couldn’t help but wonder in his head.
And as if on cue—
"Lord Kael!"
"Lord Kael!"
"For Lord Kael!!"
Members of the Dawn of the Dragon screamed, chanting Kael’s name as a prayer as they rushed towards the enemy in a frenzy.
And Draksis, when he heard those chants—
"FOR LORD KAEL!!!"
He joined in as well.
And it wasn’t just them—
"FLYING MAN!!"
"FLYING MAN!!!"
The Stonefangs and the other Tribes chanted Kael’s name as well. In an instant, the battlefield changed.
With Kael putting enemies down at an impossible rate, the rest of the Alliance troops had it somewhat easier since the soldiers Kael freed began aiding others.
As for Kael—
His carnage continued—
[Draconic Surge]
He activated his ability again, his speed increased by an absurd amount, so much that his figure almost blurred and he—
Slice Slice Slice Slice Slice
He cut down any enemy who appeared in front of his eyes.
The next instant, more than a few enemies noticed him, about twenty of them—
Warriors and beasts, they all rushed towards him, it wasn’t a planned manoeuvre, it was pure instinct that screamed at them to take the worst enemy down.
But Kael—
[Ancient Pulse]
He activated another one of his abilities, an ability that allowed him to stop wasting time on Magic Circles and cast Magic instinctively.
And with that—
Fwoosh