The Sword Emperor Transmigrates-Chapter 273

“Stop chattering like that in the midst of battle! You’re pissing me off!”

The almost mystically powerful knights continued to sweep through like a tempest.

―■■?!

―■! ■■■!?

―■■■!!

The monsters that tried to trick the Golden Dragon Knights with False Words were slaughtered violently. Though the knights couldn’t understand what they were saying to each other, it wasn’t hard to see why the Tongue Demoniacs were panicked and confused.

After all, the Order of the Golden Dragon was composed of those who had survived failed attempts of becoming a host for the Ancestor. Their flesh and soul were more dragon than human.

Though it was likely impossible to bring back actual dragons, the Golden Dragon Knights, with all their draconic traits, were as close to the real thing as humans could get. That was why False Words would never work on them, no matter how much the Tongue Demoniacs tried.

“As expected of the Golden Dragons! They break through enemy lines so swiftly, and they can even kill noble-rank Demoniacs with a single swing!” someone exclaimed with admiration.

A few others chimed in in agreement.

“You know, there was a time when I wanted to join the Order of the Golden Dragon too.”

“They’re so ridiculously powerful, and they’re not even Demigod Tiers. You’re telling me Transcendence Tiers can be that powerful?”

“Hey now, think about Commander Leonard! Who says Transcendence Tiers can’t defeat Demigods?”

“Well, he’s a bit of a unique case, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, he’s seen as something special, even among the commanders.”

The troops had the leeway to casually converse as they fought, which showed just how overwhelmingly in the lead they were.

The Demoniac and human armies were approximately of equal strength, but the humans were fighting a far more efficient battle, considering just how much they had planned out and how Hades himself grew stronger with each slain Demoniac.

“I’m not familiar with these guys, but I’ve killed countless similar monsters.”

The seasoned, disciplined Red Dragon Knights had fought in many different battlefields, and so they weren’t flustered or thrown off by Demoniacs with peculiar abilities. They calmly swung their swords and adapted.

“That didn’t work? Well, how about this? Or this? Oh, it’s dead. I guess that’s how you kill them.”

The White Dragon Knights, who were used to fighting ancient spirits, mostly had unique traits that allowed them to block their opponents’ special abilities or disrupt their healing.

“Just keep looking forward! We got your back!”

And the Blue Dragon Knights, most experienced with chaotic, wide-area battles, focused on providing cover for the knights on the frontline fighting with their Aura Blades.

Even though the Demoniacs were on similar footing in terms of pure force, the knights of the Seven Great Orders managed to display all the power and experience they had accumulated on other battlefields as they overwhelmed the monsters.

Things would be different if the royal Demoniacs were commanding the weaker ones like soldier ants, but that was precisely why the expedition had planned for the Demigod Tiers to keep the enemy leaders occupied.

Booooom!

But then, a ragged Heart Demoniac suddenly fell from the sky, writhing as it spat out blood. Its lower body had been cut off, and it was clearly on the verge of death, but even the Golden Dragon Knights decided to keep their distance for now.

That was how powerful the monster was. At the Demigod Tier, a royal Demoniac could easily take out a dozen knights, even if critically wounded.

Luckily for them, the monster soon stopped moving as a flash of crimson light shot down, piercing its head. The blazing sword emitted a divine aura.

The Vermillion Bird’s Descent burned away the very life force of the Heart Demoniac. The monster instantly crumbled into a pile of ash, enveloped by the Divine Territory.

Having struck its target, the sword soared back into the sky, resuming its fight with the other Demoniacs.

“Isn’t Commander Leonard fighting seven royal Demoniacs on his own? He already killed one of them?”

“That’s Commander Leonard for you! Come on, we have our own fight to win!”

The Golden Dragon Knights leading the charge were inspired by the sight, and their Eighteen Arhat Formation grew even stronger, shredding through Demoniacs like a buzz saw.

The newfound enthusiasm spread through the other knights like wildfire, and their fatigue seemed to vanish as they kept pummeling through their enemies.

Though he didn’t know it, Leonard had fueled their determination to fight harder.

***

While the majority of the human forces took care of the weaker enemies, their leaders took on the Named.

“ComeforthwavesofdarknessandconsumethelightOFatherofgenesisofallcreationslendmeyourpowerreleasethedarknesslurkingithedeepestvoids.”

Shockingly, instead of using innate supernatural abilities to attack Adam Kadmon, Beelzebub uttered something like an incantation to cast supreme magic. He invoked an ancient god that had been erased from the records of Olympus, a deity whose name was not to be spoken.

“Erebos.”

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The darkness took shape into the figure of the primordial entity—the personification of darkness that was even older than Olympus itself. However, even though the spell apparently summoned the very shadows of genesis, it wasn’t as powerful as one might have expected.

But it was enough for Simon to get serious.

“You recognize that you cannot counter my spell in a physical manner, so you’ll counter it conceptually with darkness instead? Hah, I’d actually commend you if you were a member of the Arcane Society and not Demoniac scum. What a shame.”

Adam Kadmon wasn’t all-powerful either. If the light the entity was composed of was snuffed out, the spell itself would become undone. Beelzebub had come to this realization and figured out the most effective strategy, even though he had little experience with this kind of magic.

With such analytical abilities, Beelzebub was the natural enemy of mages.

“However,” Simon reached out his hand, his lips curving back into an amused smile, “you still have much to learn. Erebos is indeed the name of the primordial god, but it is also a name that belongs to the Underworld.[1] If that is what you invoked, what do you think would happen?”

As someone who had learned how to command the laws of the Underworld from Hades, Simon was able to wrest control of Erebos with just a few incantations.

“May your own magic be your demise. Perhaps you could do me a favor and drop dead right here,” the Grand Magus sneered. As he pointed his staff, Erebos and Adam Kadmon charged at the Lord of Flies.

Having invested most of his resources into expanding his knowledge and intellect—even more so than other Brain Demoniacs—Belial’s physical prowess had remained second-rate. It wouldn’t be surprising if he died from just one strike from the giants.

Simon was close to victory.

But Wade and Asmodeus’s fight was much fiercer.

“...How bothersome. Your swordplay is not quite the same as the techniques Commander Leonard and Grace use to control their blades.”

Wade attacked with supersonic speed, using both Bayard and Areadbhar. However, Asmodeus was able to keep up with his pace and countered each strike with his telekinesis.

Though, of course, he couldn’t quite keep up with Areadbhar, which went at the speed of light. So, his actual strategy was simply dragging out the fight so both of them would go down together.

He knows there’s a limit to how much I can use Areadbhar. He must be trying to wear me down so he can kill me once I’ve exhausted myself, Wade observed.

It was a clever move on Asmodeus’s part. The Demoniac was facing a powerful opponent, and this strategy would maximize his chances of victory.

It was at that moment that Wade realized just how truly remarkable the Named were. Up until now, he had viewed them as just another type of Demoniacs, but now, he acknowledged that Asmodeus was a properly formidable opponent.

To achieve victory, Wade had to put his life on the line. Against such an enemy, he had to be prepared to die.

“...I’ll have to finish you with one shot,” he said in a low voice.

Asmodeus’s plan was to hit him once he was down. So, Wade simply had to remain standing.

He braced himself. It was all or nothing.

Asmodeus sensed his determination and concentrated his Telekinesis into a shield to protect himself. His fervor for victory didn’t come from a sense of loyalty or duty to his fellow Demoniacs, but from the utter hatred he felt for his opponent.

A heavy silence fell between them, the air taut with tension.

Not yet.

Wade waited for the right moment to let go, his focus as sharp as a knife.

The two of them stood at a deadlock.

Booooom—!

The others were in a similar situation. The Heart Demoniac Baphomet shattered the ground with a single swing of his axe and charged like a madman. The way he could constantly move with such strength and speed was downright terrifying. Nicholas had tried to cast dozens of curses on him, but they hadn’t slowed him down one bit.

“This damn maniac! He’s treating us like his playthings!” Demian cussed as he came face-to-face with the monster. He dodged the axe and countered with Mirror Blade.

The blade should have penetrated right through Baphomet’s defenses, but it only went about three centimeters deep into his flesh before it was flung back.

In a panic, Demian leaped into the air, watching in shock as the sheer force of Baphomet’s throwing back his sword sent a shockwave tearing through the ground. There were no conceptual martial arts or supernatural abilities involved. It was pure, unmatched physical strength.

Such power could kill or seriously wound a Demigod with just one direct hit. And it wasn’t just his offensive abilities that were impressive; Baphomet possessed the same level of defensive capabilities, dexterity, and unlimited stamina.

Even Audrey’s Extermination only managed to cleave a small portion of his flesh and muscle. His physique was almost unfathomable.

Even in the midst of fighting off three Demigods, Baphomet’s momentum didn’t wane. If they were closer to the battlefield, he likely would have crushed a number of his allies as well. He fought like a berserker, and even the veterans, who had fought all sorts of enemies, struggled to adapt.

Inferno Blade

Grace summoned her greatsword of flames and swung it repeatedly at Sabnock’s corpses.

Sabnock’s abilities involved the use of subspaces, so he kept summoning walls of corpses and golems. But every time he summoned more monsters, Grace burned them to ashes, or Cruella used necromancy to make them her undead.

Sabnock floundered, as he had never come across someone who could use his own summoned creatures against him.

“Looks like you got matched up against the worst possible opponents,” Grace mused.

“Right? I bet we’re having a much easier time than the others,” Cruella chimed in.

They exchanged glances and began to push back even harder. Despite Sabnock’s power as a Named, the duo’s ability to nullify his tactics made him much weaker.

But Leonard’s fight was a different story.

“...Oh no.”

1. The literal definition of the word Erebos is “darkness” or “gloom,” referring to that of the Underworld. It is also used to refer to the Underworld itself, and the subterranean region that souls have to pass through to reach the Underworld. ☜