A Demon's Journey

Unknown to Roman, a small team was on its way to the battlefield, where Roman's side and the captain's side of the Glerian Kingdom were engaged in life-or-death combat.

The Glerian Kingdom's camp had received a message from the captain earlier that they were likely to jump into a trap and requested quick reinforcements. In fact, the captain had decided that retreating wouldn't be a good decision.

The captain wanted a fight with the Sinyalian Kingdom's forces and inflict heavy damages on their army. He was well aware that if he retreated, he would have to give up his desire. The captain had decided to take the risk and led his forces to battle against Sinyalian Kingdom's forces.

The Commanders at the Glerian Kingdom's camp were startled to hear this. Some of them facepalmed and wondered 'Why the heck did we allow this crazy guy to lead our elite force?! We should have known that he would rather fall into a trap than retreat!'

Thus, these commanders had no choice but to quickly gather enough soldiers and send them to this battlefield to act as reinforcements.

While the meeting was taking place, a soldier arrived in the tent and spoke, "Commander, I bring urgent news for you. General Noah has led his forces out of the camp. Before leaving, he mentioned that he was going to support Captain's forces that were engaging the enemy forces in combat."

All the commanders were surprised to hear this information but a few of them muttered, "Perfect!" These commanders indeed wanted Noah to go and reinforce the Glerian Kingdom's forces that were fighting Roman's forces.

There were two main reasons. The first was that Noah's forces were very quick. They were the only ones who could cover the massive gap between the forces and arrive just on time to save the Glerian Kingdom's forces.

The second reason was more personal in nature. Each commander was in charge of a small group of warriors in battle. These soldiers respected their respective commanders a bit more than other commanders. Their loyalty was gathered generally through respect or fear.

Meanwhile, these commanders held a position of absolute authority in this group. They wanted to maintain their power and prestige, so they weren't very open to the idea of risking their soldiers' lives. They wanted to make sure that the combat strength of their group would remain the same.

Thus, they were rather reluctant in choosing someone among themselves. However, since Noah had gone now. They knew that there was a good chance that Noah would return victorious.

Only a few soldiers had seen how Roman had tied with Noah during their last battle. Moreover, the Glerian Kingdom's commanders had no idea about the Gilberd's presence, who was a 5 Star Warrior.

The Glerian Kingdom's commanders were very confident about Noah. They had not only heard of Noah's legendary power and skills but had personally witnessed it during numerous battles.

They had also witnessed Noah's Sword Domain. This Sword Domain was the reason why these commanders were so sure that Noah could not be defeated by warriors of similar rank. They had heard many legends about a Doman. And a Sword Domain was considered the most aggressive among myriad domains.

The battlefield was undergoing a massive transformation as Roman fought against the Captain. His forces had begun to overwhelm the Glerian Kingdom's army. Even though the number of soldiers was nearly the same on both sides, the effects of the Battle Formations were evident.

And just as the Glerian Kingdom's army was pushed back by a couple of steps, a few soldiers noticed a massive dust cloud behind them.

This massive dust cloud couldn't have occurred naturally. They sensed no strange Ardor that could have raised such a dust cloud.

There was only one explanation. A massive group or a herd was charging at them at a quick pace!

Their steps kicked the soil into the air and thus a massive dust cloud was raised.

"C-Commander! It's another army with the Sinyalian Kingdom's flag!" A soldier quickly shouted with a terror-stricken voice. It was as if he had seen his worst nightmare.

And this wasn't wrong in the slightest. He had truly seen his worst nightmare as they witnessed Commander Celan's army marching towards them with their quickest speed.

These soldiers had no idea that Commander Celan's army was composed of entirely low-ranking soldiers. The Glerian Kingdom's soldiers could easily kill these warriors with a slap.

However, Roman's aim had never been to make Commander Celan's army join the battle. He was using Commander Celan's forces to apply psychological pressure on the Glerian Kingdom's army.

Whatever fighting spirit they had was suddenly extinguished, like blowing out the fire on a matchstick!

The Sinyalian Kingdom's army swept through the Glerian Kingdom's forces, encountering little to no challenge.

The entire battlefield was in the Sinyalian Kingdom's control. There was no way for them to launch a comeback.

Roman noticed that his opponent's movements were getting sloppy. He immediately punched the captain, infusing it with all his Fist Qi.

The punch landed on the Captain's right arm that held his Heavy Sword. The punch was so strong that it broke the captain's bone into two large parts and the shockwave sent him flying in the sky.

The Heavy Sword fell out of his palm and landed on the ground.

The Captain landed near his forces and winced in pain. He hadn't expected Roman to suddenly launch such a sinister attack. He was caught completely off-guard.

He looked around and noticed his soldiers getting clobbered by the Sinyalian Kingdom's forces. For a second, a doubt flashed in his mind as he thought 'Was I wrong? They will die for nothing. Did I just kill them all because of my persistence?'

He wasn't wrong. He had truly killed the elite forces of the Glerian Kingdom by taking an absolutely stupid decision.

He slowly rose to his feet to take his final stand. 'If this is to be my death, I will make sure it bloody hurts the Sinyalian Kingdom,' he thought, his eyes filling with resolve.

His entire body began to glow with an orange glow. If Roman had believed that he had defeated the captain after taking the Heavy Sword from his hands, he was dead wrong.

The only reason the captain used that Heavy Sword was because that alloy was the one that could truly handle the powers of his flames. He wasn't actually skilled in fighting with a Heavy Sword.

He was skilled in fighting with his fists! From the streets, he had fought his way into the army and slaughtered countless foes with his fists! He began to use the Heavy Sword only to honor his ancestors who passed the blade down the family tree.

All hairs on his body began to burn because of the high temperature. His body was gradually turning orange and his eyes were filled with a rare bit of fierceness.

He yelled fervently, "All of you! How dare you give up like that?! Was this why you joined the army?! To give up when you encounter a challenge?! How many times have we not encountered this situation?! How many times have we not fought against unbelievable odds and survived till this day?! Are you just going to let it go to smoke?!"

"You must think we have no chance of survival. You are right! We can't survive. So, why not die with glory?!" His question resonated within the Glerian Kingdom's soldiers.

Even the Sinyalian Kingdom's soldiers halted their attack as they heard that speech.

A startled expression appeared on Roman's face as he understood what the enemy commander was doing.

He immediately shot forward, his hands infused with an extremely high density of Fist Qi and Gold Ardor! This was a clear killing attack, meant to instantly extinguish the enemy commander's life.

His punch connected with the Captain's chest. However, a brilliant glow emerged from the captain's body and blocked that attack.

This glow was created with pure Flame Ardor that had been magnified tens of times after the captain burned his life force!