The Herb King

Alec Ward was surrounded by enemies on all sides, but he showed no fear. He had a malevolent look on his face as he gripped his sword tightly.

Like a crazed madman, Alec brandished his sword toward the enemies, disregarding the wounds on his body. He didn't even bother to put up a defense, earning him more sword cuts.

"Young Master, be careful!" His servants cried out when they noticed a Level 3 Esper charging toward Alec.

"Young Master, behind you! Escape quickly!"

Their warnings fell on deaf ears as Alec continued waving his sword around.

A bald soldier smirked derisively as he slashed his sword at Alec. "Die, idiot!" He shouted.

Alec felt goosebumps all over his body and he instinctively evaded to the side. However, the enemy's sword still managed to cut off one of his arms, sending it flying into the air!

"Aargh!" Alec grunted as soon as the pain was registered in his system. Sweat covered his face and his left shoulder was bleeding profusely.

The pain made him regain his senses. He looked around and noticed that everything around him seemed to be moving in slow motion. He could see the enemy soldiers moving in his direction with ruthless expressions on their faces. He also saw the worried faces of his servants.

Suddenly, a small unit led by an infantry commander came to aid them, giving him the chance to escape death.

"Are you alright, kid?" The commander asked as he dragged Alec out of the danger zone.

Alec weakly nodded his head. "I'm fine. Just that my arm..." He looked at the empty space on his left shoulder. He was putting pressure on the wounded part to prevent it from bleeding excessively.

The commander sighed when he saw this. The kid was too brave that he even went into the area with the densest number of enemies. He was lucky that he only lost an arm. In fact, it was a miracle that he survived from that place. "Don't close your eyes. Stay awake. Understood?"

Alec nodded his head. "Yes, Sir."

The commander turned his head to his subordinates and said. "Bring this kid back to be treated."

"Yes, Sir!" The soldiers saluted the commander before they left with the severely injured Alec.

Seeing that their young master was being carried back to the camp, the servants of the Ward Household heaved sighs of relief.

Meanwhile, in the eastern gate, Prince Renz stared at the figure who was riding on top of a huge Ice Wyvern. It was a man dressed in light armor and he was holding a spear in his right hand. He had a menacing look on his face as he glared at the soldiers on top of the walls. The man then moved his gaze to Prince Renz and when he saw the prince's face, his eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

"So you're responsible for this. Who would have thought that the useless prince of the Leone Empire is actually hiding his true power? You have hidden yourself well!" George muttered coldly.

Prince Renz pointed the Two Lion Sword to George as he said. "You must be Arch-Duke George Dustin, the Grand General of the Dustin Empire! To think that the Dustin Empire would actually collaborate with the Ford Empire to attack us! Speak! What do you want from us?!"

"I have no time to chat with you. Let's end this today!" George shouted as he urged his mount to attack Prince Renz. He then held his spear tightly, prepared to strike the final blow.

The first prince furrowed his eyebrows when he realized that there was no chance for peace. "Stand back!" He commanded his troops as he glared at the incoming George.

Not long later, the huge Ice Wyvern summon a barrage of ice spikes and sent them flying toward the prince.

Prince Renz lifted his sword and deflected all the ice spikes, melting them into snow the moment they touched the Two Lion Sword's blade.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

The prince then parried the spear that was aimed at his neck before taking a few steps back. He sensed the power behind George's spear. This guy was too strong!

Clang!

George could not help but look at the prince in shock. He actually managed to block his spear after dealing with the ice spikes! This prince wasn't just fast, he was also skillful!

George didn't stop attacking after failing once. He gave a signal to his Ice Wyvern, telling it to attack the prince. He then thrusted his spear dozens of times, sealing Prince Renz' escape route.

However, Prince Renz immediately activated the inscriptions on the Two Lion Sword when he saw this scene.

An overwhelming power burst out from the sword, instilling fear in everyone!

George Dustin decisively retracted his spear when he saw an incorporeal two-headed lion appearing behind the prince. It looked majestic with its long golden fur and its pair of gigantic wings. "How is this possible?! You actually gained the recognition of that Divine-Rated artifact?!" He stared at the incorporeal figure in horror.

Some Divine-Rated artifacts develop their own intelligence and spirit after years of constant usage and accumulation of power. These artifacts are a lot stronger than the other Divine-Rated artifacts that didn't possess their own spirit. However, only those who received the recognition of the artifacts could bring out their true power, while the others could only control a fraction of the weapon's power.

Prince Renz smiled coldly as he pointed his sword at George. "Because I am someone destined to become a Level 5 Esper!" He then swung his sword as he channeled his world essence, sending a violent sword wind that cleaved through the skies!

The air trembled as soon as the attack was released and Prince Renz even felt that his Hegel was almost emptied out after that one swing. Using the true power of the weapon has a high requirement in world essence and those who couldn't properly control its power would even have their Hegel injured.

George's eyes widened and after a moment of hesitation, he abandoned his mount, jumping towards another Ice Wyvern.

BANG!

George's Ice Wyvern which was a Level 4 magical beast was cut in half. It didn't manage to emit a cry before the two halves of its body plummeted to the ground.

"Dammit! That damned bastard could actually control the Two Lion Sword's spirit! F*ck!" George cursed under his breath as he watched the collapse of his mount. Luckily for him, he managed to retreat on time or he would have died along with the poor creature.

***

At this moment, Ramiel was fiercely fighting against Gustavo. This was the second time they were fighting today and the two of them were at the center of the battlefield.

Einar, Aurus, and the other experts of the Leone Empire were battling the experts of the Iron Elephant Army and the remaining members of the Northern Viper Group.

Ramiel noticed that some enemy soldiers were trying to attack him from behind so he quickly swung his mace toward them.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

The pitiful soldiers were blasted away by the strong force of his mace and they died on the spot.

Ramiel calmly retracted his bloodied mace. He then moved his gaze back to Gustavo who was eyeing him with a cold look.

"Who are you? An expert like you shouldn't have remained unknown in the Leone Empire!" Gustavo stayed in the Leone Empire for many years but he never heard of an expert who wields a mace. From how the experts of the Leone Empire treated the man, he looked like a high-ranking commander, but how did he remain unknown all this time?

"Ramiel Sigurd, commander of the Lassiter Household's armed force! I've heard a lot about you, Gustavo, but it seems like your achievements are just all fart!" Ramiel taunted.

The veins on Gustavo's head bulged from the other party's mockery. "Ramiel, is it? I'll make a urinal out of your skull!" He shouted before charging straight towards Ramiel. His feet sunk into the ground because of the massive strength he used. He lifted his sword upwards and swung it with all his might!

CLANG!

Ramiel managed to block his sword with his mace, but he was thrown away because of the impact.

Gustavo was still much stronger than him and he was only able to fight back against the man because of his superior items.

"Weren't you arrogant?! Is this all you've got?! Then go f*cking die!" Gustavo poured his rage into his sword, sending a series of deadly sword strikes to Ramiel.

Left with no choice, Ramiel could only take out his shield to block the attacks.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

"Sir Ramiel! Are you alright?!"

"Sir Ramiel, don't push yourself too hard! That man is dangerous!"

Ramiel glanced at his comrades and shouted. "Stop worrying about me and focus on your opponents! I can handle this guy!"