I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 1372: Six Against A Thousand Undeads [part 2]

The atmosphere was drenched in cacophony. Just seconds ago, the battle had undoubtedly come to an end. The Reimgardian soldiers, for perhaps the first time in their history of combating the Central Plains, had retreated.

But in a couple of minutes, an even more terrifying battle had broken out, and even though six powerful warriors were fighting against the great numbers of unyielding soldiers, it looked like this battle was going nowhere.

Sael drew his string and released it again. An arrow of flames sang across the air and embedded itself into a mass of soldiers. All of them exploded, each flying at different angles as fire consumed them whole.

The armies of the dead were devastated, but that was the thing about an undead army. Even as they were torn apart by the wreckage the supposed sellsword team unleashed, it gave nothing away. No screams, no hesitation, just bodies reforming and pressing forward.

However, Sael and his team had not come close to unleashing all that they had on the Empire Commander.

After all, Raven had not joined the battle. She had only been observing the aerial space.

And although Sael did not know about this one, there was also someone powerful enough that he could single-handedly cost the Reimgard Empire a loss so great it would make them decide not to rally any soldiers for the next ten years.

Yes. Revant was also overlooking the battle from the bow of the Tower of Trammel.

He brushed his chin as he stared down at the chaos beneath him. He had battled several abominations of the Belial rank and a few of the Leviathan rank in South Drywall. That much was true. But there was a tiny little fact about that engagement that still annoyed him.

The man who had been single-handedly dealing with those creatures before his arrival took the time to escape.

Revant continued to have a feeling that the man was a familiar foe. He had wanted to drag him to Northern to use as a bargaining chip, leverage to increase how much Northern was willing to invest in his business idea.

But the young man had been too smart. He threw a damn Leviathan at him and ran away.

’Damn bastard.’

Thinking about it made Revant writhe with anger and regret.

His attention wasn’t even on what was happening beneath him.

The man all of them were struggling with was only a Sage, after all. He might have daunting talent, but at the end of the day... he was a Sage.

Revant was not going to involve himself in a battle that was far beneath him.

Never!

He glared at the lady who was floating uselessly in the upper air of the battle.

Everyone else was fighting tooth and nail, throwing their best at the army of undying soldiers that kept rising and climbing upon each other to lock them in from all corners. But this lady just stayed there in the air. As if she was built different from these plebeians.

Raven folded her arms and stared down, doing nothing for the past ten minutes since the battle had started. Instead, she was observing.

’This is not his all...’

She saw something quite unique as she watched the battle unfold. Commander Zebelon’s thralls were in very truth dogheaded foes to deal with. And it was even worse when they employed unique skills and came at the entire team with complex battle patterns.

They were dead soldiers. The only answer Raven could arrive at was that the man was capable of filling them with complex commands.

But while he could do that, the efficiency of the thralls carrying out those commands weakened with larger numbers.

So he had simply gone and created a simple command that would function like a complex one with this many thralls under his control.

This made them work with brutal efficiency. Each one did not move like a single soldier. They moved like a larger part of a whole, and this was what made them so difficult to tear apart.

Usually, a true formation of this nature was simply impossible to achieve. The human mind was too unique, too unpredictable. Even the dullest of soldiers could be found being ingenious in certain moments. That was why no human mind could create a unification of this level, where all soldiers fought as though they were one.

But all these thralls... all of them were of the same mind. They were of Commander Zebelon’s mind.

So Raven concluded. It was useless fighting them.

Commander Zebelon was the one who needed to be taken down as soon as possible.

She glanced down slightly.

’Looks like they have also realized it...’

Annette, Jeci, and Lynus were tearing forward through the line, brutally too at that. They were inching closer to the center of the battlefield where a box of thralls had gathered, shielding the commander.

Raven muttered to herself.

”I should help them clear the way.”

As she said this, she moved.

Her body blurred and she pierced through the air like an arrow fired by the heavens. It was possible that in that brief moment of immense speed, her wings were nonexistent.

As Raven flew past the wind and landed into the fray, thousands of geometric halos of light spread across the entire skyline, and the moment she touched down, they unleashed a barrage of assault that overturned the battlefield.

Everything was instantly bathed in terrifying noise as the turrets of light fired lasers from great distance, destroying the army of thralls mercilessly.

At first, the rest stopped, confused. But Raven’s voice sounded from nowhere and everywhere almost at the same time.

”This is the time to press forward! Don’t stop... even for a moment!!”

Raven was not one to motivate the masses. Even having to pass a message like this gave her goosebumps.

But it was thanks to that message that she quickly got their attention back to what mattered.

With their surrounding burdens relieved to an extent, Lynus and Jeci tore forward with immense speed and savagery.

Darkness and silvery wind cut through the barrels of light that were bombarding the soldiers, and they were unaffected.

And with each passing minute, they got closer to the center.