The Lord Is Too Overbearing

"This is ludicrous... His Qi... No, what is this? This energy is slowly eating me from the inside," Jerion muttered in bewilderment before widening his eyes in realization. "Is this... The Sword Soul's ability—[Synchronization]? How is it possible?!"

The reaction he gave was the same as the one that Gorgophone had in Basil's past life. He couldn't believe that there was a human of the current age that could gain such a deep understanding towards swords.

"Everything makes sense now... Unbelievable. What an enigma!" He chuckled in amusement. "He claims he is a Pacifer, doesn't he? With his prowess, I can now believe if he is the one..."

Using his spear as a support to stand up, when Basil arrived in front of him, Jerion immediately slammed the butt of his spear into the ground. A blast of thick Miasma swept Basil in the next moment, stopping him in his tracks.

Being the purest form of Demonic Mana, Miasma, which could only be utilized by High Class Demons or higher, was more corrosive than any other form of pure Energy. Basil was even forced to cover himself with a Barrier to prevent it from charring his skin.

Standing straightly with the support of his spear; Jerion, whose control over his body was as good as a three year old looked at Basil, who was 7 metres away from him, coldly as he pressed on the bleeding wound on his chest.

Basil's Arts and Techniques had dealt him a damage which he had never expected the moment he decided to fight Basil. Anthony had landed some hit on him, but he didn't irk him as much as Basil did.

"I am angry right now, you know?"

"Who ...?"

"Me."

"... Cares?"

Gritting his teeth in rage, Jerion tightened his hold on his spear. Basil merely chuckled faintly in amusement as he couldn't believe he could get Jerion just with that.

Huffing coldly in the next moment, Jerion channelled his Miasma into his spear and cast a Curse. He couldn't stand Basil anymore, so he wanted to end Basil as quick as soon as possible.

"Besides, there is a possibility that this bastard is really a Pacifer."

The prophecy of the Fated Child was not only known to the people of the Church, but also the Demons. The First Maha Dmitra, who was also the First Matriarch—Asia had, after all, practically declared it to everyone.

Unlike the Church however, Demons knew exactly what kind of existence the Fated Child was. They knew how terrifying the damage the Fated Child would bring them, so they were more afraid of the Fated Child than the Church were.

With that being said however, they didn't feel as urgent as the Church did. They knew, after all, there were also people other than the Church aiming for the Fated Child's life.

"You should thank me that I will end you today, Basil!" Jerion exclaimed. "You will meet a very unpleasant ending if those bastards get their hands on you."

As Basil quirked his eyebrow, wondering what he was on about, he shouted, "[Your Soul, My Plaything]!"

Turning black, his spear immediately discharged a sickening amount of Miasma. A chilling aura as well as a thick killing intent swept the entire battlefield, giving the humans goosebumps.

Basil, as the closest person to Jerion, felt it the most, but he was as unfazed as usual. He merely dashed sideways while paying attention to Charybdis at the same time Jerion swung his spear.

What happened was, Jerion had taken control of Charybdis with his Curse just like what he had done in the Age of Chaos. He, of course, still did it with the permission of Scylla.

Roar!

The same roar that the human army had heard prior to arriving at the Southern Sea Region came out of Charybdis' mouth. Before, some people could still prevent their hair from standing on end, but no one could do the same now.

Even Basil, who was already used to worse abominations than Charybdis, couldn't prevent the hair on the back of his neck from standing on end. Unlike the others however, he could immediately shrug the intimidation off.

"O-Oh no! The Monster... It has finally moved!"

"Oh, shite! What is it going to do now?"

"That direction... This bloody bastard!"

When they followed the direction where Charybdis turned her mouth to, they couldn't help cursing loudly. She was facing Basil, which means, she was going to launch her first attack on him.

None of them, of course, could afford to prevent her from doing it. They were occupied by the Demons bombarding them with attacks; briefly looking at the scene that was about to occur was the only thing they could do.

"Well, it is going to spit those irritating needles, isn't it?"

Basil himself, unlike the people who were watching him, was as calm as a static water. He knew what Charybdis would do since he had an all-knowing informant inside him, which was the Guide.

Squelch!

Charybdis' mouth twisted and became smaller. It untwisted three seconds after, and shot out 2 metres long white spears at Basil.

Instead of wasting his Mana to create a Barrier, Basil took out the Magic Swords and Magic Spears he had taken from Goap's treasure room. Controlling them with [Master of Weapons], he blocked Charybdis' spears with them.

Clank! Clank!

He had forgotten to use these weapons when he was still fighting Charles. He was too distracted by his exhaustion at that time to remember about them.

He was thankful that he didn't take them out then, however; if he did, he wouldn't have them now since Charles would have destroyed them with his lightning bolts. Thanks to this, he could save a considerable amount of Mana.

Swish!

In the middle of Charybdis' attack, Jerion chased after Basil. He had managed to get rid of the influence of [Synchronization], so he could already fight normally even though he still had a wound that he couldn't heal yet.

Jerion thrust his spear at Basil, but Basil could easily deflect it to the side with the Magic Swords he was controlling with his Aura Ability. Not stopping there, he also slowed Jerion down by sending one of the Magic Spears he was controling at Jerion.

Clank!

Jerion deflected the spear with gritted teeth. "Tsk! This guy has too many tricks up his sleeve." The power behind the spear was more than he had thought, so he was forced to stop in his tracks.

Thanks to that, Basil could get away from the course of the spears Charybdis had shot. Jerion clicked his tongue in annoyance at that, and chased after Basil as he redirected Charybdis to Basil once again.

Charybdis' body contracted this time; it was as if she was going to throw up something. Basil knew what was going to come—a gigantic water jet—so he immediately ran towards a nearby Demon crowd.

"Move or you will die!" He shouted to the humans.

Leaving the Demons, the humans rushed away without hesitation. The former were confused at first, but since Basil was coming their way, they immediately turned around and faced him instead.

Phwoosh!

It was at that moment that they saw Charybdis was sending a water jet at them. They immediately understood what was going on, and what their fate would be.

Of course, unlike humans in general, it was hard for them to feel despair. They immediately rushed towards Basil, because they wanted to bring him down with them.

Much to their absolute bafflement however, just as they were about to grab him, he disappeared in a flash. The water jet was just a metre away from hitting them at this point, so they couldn't help cursing loudly.

Boom!

"That bloody human!"

When the Demons were crushed by the water, Jerion clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. He knew Basil had just used [Teleportation], which was why he wondered when Basil set his [Checkpoints].

Finding where Basil was, he immediately found how Basil did it. The Magic Swords and Magic Spears Basil was controlling—he used them as the media to set the [Checkpoints].

Jerion found the method as inventive as it was absurd. He had seen people setting up [Checkpoints] on the surface they stepped on, but never had he seen people do what Basil had done due to its difficulty.

Pointing his spear at Basil, Jerion directed Charybdis at him again. He immediately dashed at Basil, and refrained from telling Charybdis to attack since he didn't want Basil to go away.

Clank!

They clashed in a matter of seconds.

"I liked the way you dodged Charybdis' attacks... But, did you consider how many humans you have killed by doing it?" Jerion smirked.

"One hundred and seventy-eight," Basil repled instantly. "I always keep tabs on the amount of people I killed—humans, I mean. Demons are no different from bugs: they are too many to count."

"Cocky, aren't you?"

"I can say the same." Basil shrugged. "Just because you have control over Charybdis, it doesn't mean that you will be able to defeat me."

"Bollocks," Jerion sneered.

Instead of arguing, Basil smirked and proved what he had said was the case. He swung Durendal strongly, sending Jerion skidding for 10 metres to the back.

Basil's explosive strength, once again, baffled Jerion. What he did next, however, baffled Jerion even more as he had never thought he would be able to witness someone who could wield Caliburn so soon.

"You...! The Prince of Pacifer!"

Jerion's widened his eyes when he could confirm that Basil was indeed the Fated Child. Casual as Demons might be whenever the topic about the Fated Child was brought up, upon meeting the very person, none of them could keep their composure.

Jerion was no different. As someone who knew what kind of a terrifying existence the Fated Child would grow to be, he immediately developed an urgency to kill Basil.

Holding his spear firmly, he forgot the control he had over Charybdis. He then charged at Basil, while simultaneously casting every lethal Curse he had learned.

On the other side, True Light Magic armour covered Basil at the same time Caliburn shone brightly. His entire being was soon illuminating the gloomy battlefield with a golden light.

The aura he was exuding gave solace to the human, but imposed terror upon the Demons. Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the source of light, which was Basil and sighed in amazement.

Wielding Caliburn that was shining in gold in his left hand and Durendal that was shining in silvery blue in his right, Basil became the embodiment of their light of hope.