Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

As a transcendent profession that once swept an era, the Paladin's unique characteristics have made it truly meritorious.

With each promotion, Constitution and elemental resistance would increase exponentially.

Most wonderfully, its unique Holy Light element did not require mages to meditate painstakingly every day to increase their magic power by a small amount.

When the Holy Light seed was successfully condensed in the body, the inherent strength would determine its upper limit; the more the Holy Light seed was condensed, the more Holy Light it could accommodate.

Therefore, with each promotion, the Holy Light seed would directly grow stronger.

And the Lord's nearly maxed-out attributes, coupled with being a 'Firefly' level Paladin, meant his strength was already inhuman, with no one able to contend with him so far.

Since cultivating the 'Holy Word Codex,' the Holy Light seed within his body had long been like a sun, dazzlingly bright.

Following the 'Holy Light Spiritual Blade' technique learned from Fatir, Levi guided the Holy Light from specific pathways to his greatsword, and the steel-forged greatsword began to emit a halo of golden light.

This divine art was very simple, just imbuing the weapon with the Holy Light from within, giving it elemental properties to deal multiplied damage to some non-corporeal creatures, such as undead or evil spirits.

Frankly speaking, this divine art was completely standard for novice Paladins.

Because their Holy Light element was scarce, they could only use this method to perfectly utilize their limited Holy Light, while advanced Paladins, although having abundant Holy Light within them, disdained using such low-level divine arts as they had learned more powerful ones.

However, whether it's a low-level divine art or not depends on who's using it!

Levi raised the greatsword in his hand, the Holy Light within him constantly gushing out, the greatsword's light becoming increasingly dazzling, soon extending to form a light blade twenty blades long.

The dazzling light was enough to obscure the sun in the sky, stinging the eyes of everyone around, he himself seeming like a small sun, all staring dumbfounded at this scene.

It wasn't that Levi had reached his limit, but that the steel-forged greatsword in his hand couldn't withstand this level of Holy Light and was gradually covered with cracks.

Don't think that Holy Light, with its name sounding like a healing element, has no damage; know that even warm sunlight, when gathered, can melt steel, let alone this pure elemental power.

"Eat this, Enuma Elish!"

Without thinking, Levi swung the light blade like chopping vegetables, slashing down from the air towards the Fire Giant's head.

With a loud "Boom," the Holy Light element-condensed light blade collided with the Fire Giant, the influx of foreign elements causing the two sides to begin contending, and finally, the Fire Giant let out a mournful cry under the Lord's continuous output, like shattered molten iron, the red-hot flames violently exploding and shooting in all directions.

The greatsword in Levi's hand was immediately melted into red-hot molten iron droplets under his violent use, finally flowing down the divine fur of the Three-Headed Dog and onto the ground; if it weren't for Bei Feng controlling the fire element and having extremely high resistance to it, these molten iron droplets would have likely burned through its skin and flesh.

The most miserable were the demons in front of the light blade, first ignited by the flames from the Fire Elemental creature's explosion, rolling on the ground and wailing.

The falling light blade was even more deadly, like a small sun falling, their thick horns beginning to melt, their dirty greasy fur beginning to burn, their hard bones gradually dissipating.

Their entire bodies began to be torn apart and melted, their faces twisting like evil spirits under the Holy Light's scouring, their shrill desperate screams like the wails of evil ghosts, enough to make even the most stony-hearted evangelist feel compassion.

In just a few short breaths, a trench appeared in front of the Lord, narrowing to widening, nearly twenty-five blades long, the Fire Giant and the demons within it all vanishing into ashes.

The simplest and purest elemental outpouring brought the most shocking visual impact, and the field was silent enough to hear a pin drop for a time.

"Good heavens!"

"Holy Light Goddess be praised!"

Fugello and his cavalry in the distance stared blankly at all this, their faith in the Ice and Snow Goddess wavering at this moment, directly exclaiming they had seen the Holy Light Goddess.

Levi was also secretly amazed, not expecting his self-created move to be so effective.

Although his use of Holy Light wasn't very refined, fortunately, while he wasn't good at anything else, he had a large quantity to spare.

Endless Holy Light output could also cause considerable damage.

If there was a Templar here at this moment, he would definitely reprimand the Lord with a pained expression for wasting resources, even if there was more Holy Light, it couldn't be used like this.

What difference was there between using a Holy Sword to stab a succubus? It was a complete waste of talent!

This change obviously exceeded the Horned Demon Wizard's expectations, and it stared blankly at the Fire Elemental Giant and a group of demons that were instantly annihilated.

It felt very aggrieved in its heart, logically speaking, most of humanity's power should have been invested in the rear, why would such a strong person appear here.

But its most proud magic was easily resolved by the other party, and anyone who wasn't an idiot understood that this kind of strong person was no longer someone it could contend with.

It hurriedly called out to the Six-Armed Snake Demon guarding its side to escort it away, and it no longer had any thoughts of continuing to massacre humans here; this kind of enemy must be left to Lord Batuli to deal with.

Finally, it also added a "Berserk Blood Art" to a group of low-level demons around it who had long been frightened.

This spell could make them forget their fear and buy itself some time.

Know that even the most timid Quivering Demons dared to attack high-level demons after being blessed with this spell.

Unless the spell's time ended or their stamina was exhausted, they wouldn't stop their inner bloodlust.

Unfortunately, this demon forgot one thing, there was another way to eliminate this blessing-type spell, and that was to make them dead.

The Lord simply jumped off the wolf's back, let it play freely, then threw away the greatsword in his hand that only had a hilt left, drew the mithril Holy Sword from his waist, and shouted loudly as he launched a straight charge towards the Horned Demon Wizard in the distance.

In the Lord's mind, the spellcasting unit was definitely the number one target to kill before the battle, its importance no less than the commander.

The demons blessed with the spell had forgotten their fear and charged up desperately.

But even the berserk Minotaur couldn't stop the Lord back then, let alone a group of the lowest-level demons?

The Lord didn't even bother to swing his sword, directly placing his hands in front of his chest and charging head-on.

These demons were like being hit by a charging truck, flying up despite not having wings, their chests collapsing, and they were definitely not going to survive.

For a time, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams continued.

The others weren't idle either, the Gnoll cavalry and Fugello and his men were nibbling away at the frightened demons, while the Centaur heavy cavalry continued to cut the already collapsing demon队伍 into even more dispersed pieces.

The Horned Demon Wizard could only watch as the demons continued to fall, and that human who was even more terrifying than the demons continued to approach, even shouting in fear in its heart.

"Don't come over!"

Unfortunately, it didn't gain any top-level magic that could make its words come true, and that grinning face was getting closer and closer.

The Six-Armed Snake Demons, possessing top-notch bravery, waved various weapons with their six arms and charged up fearlessly.

They were the warriors at the top of the pyramid, an invincible existence, the result of all the gods being completely biased when creating things, possessing the power to destroy the world.

They never feared because the enemy was strong, hai…

Swish swish swish!

The sharp blade was as swift as lightning, and as a result, they only had time to see the flash of light before them, and their consciousness gradually dissipated into chaos.

"Tch, I thought they were some intimidating tough guys, but they're just so-so."

The Lord spat, then looked at the Horned Demon Wizard, who could be approached with a large stride.

The two locked eyes, one full of sneers, the other with fear already climbing into its heart.

Unsurprisingly, a spellcaster who was approached was no more difficult to deal with than a rabbit, let alone when the one approaching was the Lord.

"You little bastard, got you."

Levi grinned and grabbed the other party's throat of fate, lifting it into the air.

The short Horned Wizard was suspended in the air in the hands of Levi, who was one blade and nine in height, its two short legs constantly kicking.

The Six-Armed Snake Demons, invincible in the eyes of a group of low-level demons, were solved like cutting vegetables, and the blessed spells also dissipated into nothing.

They could no longer withstand everything in front of them and began to wail and flee in all directions.

Unfortunately, how could two legs outrun four legs? However, neither the Centaurs nor the Gnolls blocked their escape routes and tried to kill them all, but consciously drove them towards Corin.

Until they ran out of energy and could no longer see that group of terrifying butchers behind them, they finally couldn't hold on and collapsed to the ground one by one, and the sound of the earth trembling came again.

Knights emerged from the forest again, coldly watching this group of exhausted demons.

The demons, who were extremely exhausted and tired, couldn't run even if they wanted to, and watched all this with pale faces.

They cursed this group of damned humans in their hearts using all the most vicious language of the abyss.

The inhuman massacre began, no one would feel pity for the demons, the only principle was to leave none alive.

The sun was setting in the west, and the horizon was already a red expanse, and the slaughter of the demons was only nearing its end, only a few small demons used for interrogation were able to survive.

The green grass was dyed blood red, and the blood even made the ground muddy.

"This will definitely be a fertile grassland next year." Levi looked as if he had swam back from a sea of blood, and with each step he took, fine pieces of flesh and blood fell from the gaps in his armor.

"Hogg, what are the casualties?"

The Lord sat on a blue stone with a golden sword, looking at Hogg who had returned and asked.

"Lord, including Gus and the others, only a few dozen brothers suffered minor injuries, no one died."

"But Fugello and his men seem to have lost dozens of people."

Hogg replied truthfully.

Neither of them was shocked by this casualty ratio.

The main body of these demons was composed of Small Demons and Barbed Devils, the former being the most numerous, but their combat power was the same as goblins, and their equipment was only pitchforks, stones, and other weapons, posing no threat at all.

The latter, the Barbed Devils, had about the same strength as trained country militiamen, and their equipment was stolen from Ando, which was not bad, but their number was only a few thousand.

Facing the Centaur charge wearing three layers of heavy armor, their weapons could only leave an imprint when they landed on them, while they themselves would be crushed.

After the most threatening Six-Armed Snake Demons and spellcasters were personally dealt with by Levi, and now that the well-equipped Centaurs and Gnolls had already leveled up several times, Levi would be puzzled if there were still casualties.

He felt that these demons, except for the Horned Demon Wizard and the Six-Armed Snake Demons, were not even stronger than that group of allied forces in the wilderness.

Back then, the orc warriors who were still bums could achieve only a few casualties with a difference in numbers of more than ten times.

Not to mention the fully armed Centaur heavy cavalry now.

In the era of cold weapons, cavalry was much stronger than infantry, and two thousand cavalry could chase and beat ten thousand infantry on flat ground.

At the Lord's request, the demons' corpses were collected and gathered in an open space to be burned.

Levi was afraid that some demon wizards controlled magic that could resurrect demons, so in order to eliminate future troubles, he simply burned them all to ashes.

After busying with all this, the sky had completely darkened, and only the corpses burning and rustling in the distance illuminated the surroundings brightly, and the pungent smell of burnt fat spread far with the north wind.

The crowd set up camp on the windward side to avoid the smell affecting their appetite.

In the temporary tent, Fugello looked at the young man who was gorging himself on lamb shanks with a complicated expression, unable to associate him with the peerless powerhouse who had shown his might earlier.

"Lord, sometimes I really suspect you are the Holy Light Goddess' illegitimate son." He sighed.

He only felt that comparing people to others was infuriating, it was one thing to be unbelievably strong, but his Holy Light cultivation was top-notch in this era, and if he went to the Holy Light Church, the Pope would probably have to move his butt and let this Lord, who the goddess was rushing to feed, sit on it.

That Holy Light divine art was strong but still slightly inferior to fancy magic, but now it was an era when Paladins were almost extinct, and this move seemed so rare.

"Your grandpa, are you cursing me?" The Lord rolled his eyes solidly.

He had claimed to be the reincarnation of the God of War in front of the ruffians of Highcliff Fortress, if he became the Holy Light Goddess' illegitimate son, wouldn't that be messing up the generations?

If you said he was the Holy Light Goddess' lover, he would just suffer a little loss and pinch his nose to accept it.

"Bring that little bastard up for interrogation." The Lord, who was full and had drunk enough, wiped his mouth and clapped his hands.

As a wizard who mastered powerful magic, the other party had definitely received the treatment he deserved, his mouth stuffed with stinky socks that hadn't been washed for who knows how many months, and his hands and feet tied to a wooden stick.

He was carried into the tent by two Gnolls and thrown on the ground.

"Untie him." Levi snapped his fingers.

Fugello drew his longsword, and a white light flashed in the air, the ropes snapped, and the longsword had already been sheathed.

"Old Fu has good swordsmanship." The Lord gave a thumbs up.