The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Basil couldn't actually see what was going on inside the Magic Barrier; he was a splendid Knight, but he couldn't utilize Mana to see through a Magic Barrier. Judging by the area the Magic Circle was covering however, he was sure Iliana was trapped inside.

"Who are you?!"

"Stop in your track!"

"This place is forbidden for you to enter!"

Upon arriving right in front of the Magic Barrier, Basil was stopped by the Paladins guarding it. All of them took their weapons out, and they were ready to cut his neck in a twitch of a finger.

Basil glanced to the side from the corner of his eyes, and coldly said, "What is the meaning of this, Eugene?"

"Don't touch him! He's my friend." As the Paladins retracted their weapons, Eugene walked towards Basil. "What are you doing here, Commander Basil? I believe you are stationed in the west."

"Why did you cast such a massive Magic Barrier here?"

Upon receiving Basil's cold gaze, Eugene threw his gaze to the side in shame. "It's for the better, Basil. The Obelisk Master is there—we can't just let him roam free around the battlefield. You know how—"

Bam!

Basil punched Eugene right on his face without holding back. Being a Spellcaster, a Mage who didn't have any close combat skill, Eugene was helplessly sent to the ground.

"How dare you touch our Seminarian!"

"I hereby execute you for your blasphemy!"

"Die for your sin!"

The Paladins, who acted as Eugene's escort, were obviously not amused by Basil's audacious act. Eugene, after all, was not just an ordinary Seminarian, but an esteemed Seminarian, who was mentored by Randalvine Church's Head Priest.

"Put your hands off your weapon!"

Eugene stood up from the ground, and glared at the Paladins surrounding Basil to make his point clear. As the Paladins begrudgingly retracted their weapon, he stared at Basil with a small helpless smile.

"You really put your everything whenever it is regarding her." He cringed when he touched his jaw. "I'm glad that I brought God's Tear Amulet with me. You just broke my jaw, Mate!"

"You are as cowardly as ever, Eugene. An Eighth Circle Mage should be able to do more things than what a Seventh Circle Mage can do."

"I have no excuse." Eugene smiled bitterly, and bowed his head in shame. "I treasure my life more than anyone's. I am sorry."

Basil couldn't help snorting coldly at Eugene's response. "Hmph! I don't need an excuse from a coward." Swiping the air, Basil stated, "I have tolerated you for years, and today is my limit. Our friendship ends here, Eugene."

"That's unfortunate."

"Just let me in."

Eugene slowly raised his head, then looked at Basil in bewilderment. "No. I can't let you in. You shouldn't waste your life on—"

"Iliana is my life. If she dies, I die with her."

"Basil, please con—"

"Eugene!"

"Darn it! Fine. I will let you in!" Eugene gritted his teeth, and glared at Basil in anger. "You chose this. Don't blame me afterwards." He turned to the Magic Barrier, and extended his hand. "You have three seconds."

Boom!

Eugene's eight Magic Circles materialized themselves, and the air was quickly overwhelmed with Mana because of them. Mana gathered on the tip of his finger, before he shot it at the Magic Barrier.

A gap that was as big as an adult size appeared on the Magic Barrier, and Basil immediately charged at it the moment he saw it.

Three seconds was a very long time for a Knight of his caliber, therefore he could see what was actually happening the moment he charged at it.

'This traitorous bastard! This is what he aimed for since the beginning!'

Just a few milliseconds before he passed through the gap on the Magic Barrier, Basil saw the grin of elation on Eugene's face. It was an expression that belonged to someone who had everything going on according to his plan.

Of course upon entering the Magic Barrier, all thought regarding Eugene was erased off his mind. His eyes were focused on the scene in front of him—the scene that made his blood boil even at a single glance.

"Iliana!"

As one of Henosis' 12 Commanders herself, Iliana commanded a Legion that was consisted of 4000 Battle Mages and 2500 Spellcasters.

It was quite a number of competent people, but not a sufficient number to face against tens of thousands of Demons. That is what happened in front of his eyes: Iliana and the Legion she led were overwhelmed by the endless waves of Demons coming at them.

They were surrounded by all sides, and one could even tell by a single glance that it was just a matter of time until all of them died.

Basil gritted his teeth in insurmountable anger, then dashed at Iliana and her Legion. Upon doing so however, his overwhelming presence was caught by everyone.

"Basil, what are you doing here?!"

Iliana looked flustered upon seeing him for a reason that Basil would only find out in his second life: she knew she was going to die there, and she didn't expect Basil would also be there with her.

Uncaring to Iliana's reaction, Basil held his sword horizontally with his two hands while still charging. Using the precise amount of Qi needed, he infused his Qi into his sword, and swung it at the crowd of Demons surrounding Iliana and the others.

"[Mountain Cleaver]!"

Whoosh!

An absurdly strong current of wind swept pass through the Demons, Iliana and the Legion she was commanding, but the only one that was hurt by the wind current was the Demons. They were cleanly bisected, and had their upper body blown away.

Every Mages in Iliana's Legion gasped in amazement and surprise at Basil's display, but they quickly turned serious the moment they saw Basil's face. They had heard about Basil being a pacifist for most of the time, but a nightmare when he was losing it.

Judging by the face Basil was making, it would take many trees to be uprooted until his mood got better.

Upon arriving right in front of the Legion, Iliana quickly jumped at him, and hugged him tightly. He could feel that her hands were slightly trembling, and his expression softened slightly at that.

"We have been betrayed."

"No, he's targeting me since the very beginning."

"So, you knew what was going to happen."

"No ... Not this soon."

"I see..." Basil separated himself from Iliana, then looked at her silently. "There are so many things I want to talk to you, but now is not the time." He glanced at the incoming horde. "Let's survive this ordeal."

Iliana nodded wordlessly, then swung her spear, Sinister Piercer roughly to the side. Gesturing at her legion, all of them moved at her signal, and positioned themselves according to the formation they usually used.

"How many personnels do you need?" Iliana turned to Basil.

"Give me 300 Battle Mages, and I'll cut the head of Astaroth."

A bold declaration from Basil, but Iliana said nothing about it. She didn't even retort him as she merely gave what he had said he needed—300 Battle Mages

She gave him her Legion's best 300 Battle Mages, and all of them seemed excited at the fact that they would be fighting under his lead. Pointing his sword to the front, Basil kicked the ground, and shot forward.

The Battle Mages behind him weren't flustered in the slightest, because Basil had signalled them in advance. They quickly followed behind him, and fought according to his instruction.

"To the left! To the right! Take a step back, and scatter! Regroup!"

They didn't know what kind of formation they were using, but the way Basil commanded them effectively without even looking at the whole battlefield absolutely amazed them.

They looked uncoordinated in the eyes of another, but all of them who were led by Basil could easily tell that they weren't fighting a losing battle. The moment when they didn't think so, looking at Basil's strong back was enough to raise their spirit.

"Commander Basil!"

"We will win!"

"Commander Basil will lead us to victory!"

It didn't take long until the 300 people under Basil's command got overwhelmed by emotion. They had thought all of them were going to die, but all of that changed the moment Basil came.

Just by looking at the way Basil blasted through the rank of the Demons, they didn't feel they would ever lose even though they could still see the sea of the Demons surrounding them. At this moment, Basil was their light of hope.

Boom!

Of course, that doesn't mean Iliana and the others didn't do well. If Basil was their spear, Iliana and the other Battle Mages were their shield: they were protecting the Spellcasters that were supporting Basil and the 300 Battle Mages from afar.

"Aura Ability: [Blade Forger]!"

Prior to living his second life, Basil didn't have [Master of Weapons] as his Aura Ability. Different than the one he had in his second life, this Aura Ability of his allowed him to imitate any bladed weapons.

With this Aura Ability, he could have an unlimited amount of weapon. Unfortunately however, he could never imitate a High Grade Relic—he could only imitate the outer appearance, but not the ability it had.

Upon forging a dozen of swords, Basil used his Qi to control them, and sent them toward the crowd of Demons that were still eagerly coming at him.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The weapons, powered with his Qi, split the air, and cut through the Demons in a matter of seconds. He kept repeating the process, thus only allowing several Demons to approach him.

The Battle Mages following closely behind Basil became even more amazed at him by his display. They had heard of Basil's moniker, One Man Army, but they could only witness what it meant now.

With that kind of Aura Ability, Basil didn't really need anyone to help him. He could fight both in close quarters combat and long range combat simply by himself.

"Tsk. Here he comes." Basil clicked his tongue as he could see Astaroth smirking at him from afar on top of his Higher Chimera. "I am not sure whether I can really survive this battle."

Basil himself was aware of his ability; killing an Obelisk Master wasn't easy. Even usually, more than five Middle Stage Violet Core Knights were needed to kill one.

Coupled by the draining effect that the Magic Barrier inflicted on him, being sceptical about his victory on the fight was understandable.

Gesturing with his hand, he instructed the Battle Mages behind him to retreat. They did it wordlessly, and he was glad he didn't have to shout at them.

When he was just a few meters away from Astaroth, he stopped in his track, then stared at said Obelisk Master silently.

"You are sending yourself to your doom, Human."

At Astaroth's provocation, Basil merely smirked, and swung his sword fiercely to the side. "I am fully aware of it."