Tribal Sign-In: Immortal At The Start

Chapter 297: Powerless Slaughter

’Should I just end all of this?’ Bael thought upon seeing the mindless slaughter around him.If he wanted to, he could end the war right at this moment. He was more than capable of defeating all of the duke’s nebulae at once because he was immortal and could fight endlessly.

But doing so would rob the people of something they desperately needed.

Leonara was always a kingdom with extreme loyalty to the royal family. To the people, the king and queen were no different from their biological parents; however, Duke Clifford was the first person to stab the crown for his own greed.

If Bael ended the war here, he would steal from them the chance to bleed out their hate with their own hands. Some wounds could only heal if the people were allowed to make them.

So even though the power to end all of this lay in his grasp, he chose to let the duke’s forces be slaughtered — not because he was cruel, and not because he was a hero, but because the people needed to bleed out their hatred with their own hands.

"Hah... How selfish am I?" Bael mumbled as he threw his dagger.

The mythiron dagger streaked past multiple soldiers before striking one that was flanking Jareb from the left.

It punched through his helm and skull, killing him on the spot.

Jareb turned to the left, and his gaze fell on the dagger stabbed into the ground and the body lying beside it. He twisted his head to the back and looked at Bael.

Their gazes met, and Bael displayed a smile as he took out another one of his daggers and hurled it towards the nearby enemy who was about to slay his soldier.

Out of pure luck, the enemy managed to block his dagger, but just as the dagger collided with the sword, it fell apart, and the dagger went past his head.

The enemy trembled and looked at his sword before looking at the soldier that he was just about to kill.

The soldier was staring at him with bloodshot eyes that had traded their sanity for pure hate. He kicked the enemy in the center of his chest and stabbed his sword through the eye slit.

He continued to stab him and growled under his breath, "Die, you bastard! Die! Because of you people, I lost my son! Die and wait for me in hell!"

Blood sprayed out of the corpse and marred the soldier’s body before he raised his sword and searched for his target.

There were many soldiers like this one who had lost something or someone because of the coup or multiple attacks that the duke had carried out throughout the past three decades. The same was true of the duke’s forces, as they too had lost a lot during the kingdom’s payback.

A single person’s greed had destroyed many families, and the numbers were still rising.

For the next few hours, the armies fought relentlessly. Killing each other without any shred of remorse.

But in the distance, Lion had his sword resting on Holias’s neck.

"Does this remind you of the past, Holias Merlock?" Lion said with a smug smile creasing his lips.

Images of his time in the royal academy began to flash in his head, and Holias let out a hollow chuckle. "Master was right..."

At his words, Lion furrowed his brows and asked, "What did you say?"

Holias looked into his eyes and said, "Master had told me that I would never be able to defeat you... After all, unlike me, you had your backers to help you reach your potential."

Lion heaved a sigh. "Do you still think that’s why I am better than you?"

Holias tilted his head to rest it on the cold blade and said, "I don’t know. Maybe you are just better, but how would we find that out if the beginning itself wasn’t equal... I am a commoner. You are a noble. How can we compare to each other?"

Lion’s eyes turned cold, and he asked, "How many times are you going to repeat that?"

Holias chuckled and closed his eyes. "I hope you fulfill your dream, master."

Screams, cries, and metal colliding with metal resounded around them, and Lion stared at his peaceful face for a minute before he took a deep breath and swung his sword.

Blood sprayed upwards, and his head rolled onto the ground.

After taking one final glance at Holias’s head, Lion turned his head to Harold, who was locked in battle against Wade, a commander of the duke’s army.

Without ceremony, he raised his sword and carved his way towards Harold and Wade.

At the front, the two hundred knights had already been cut down to roughly three-quarters of their original number, and most of them were tired from the restless pursuit of the shadows.

Even though the duke’s army was losing more soldiers, Leonara was losing its superhumans, while the duke had only sent fifty of them.

The battlefield was already littered with corpses, and the ground had turned red from the blood.

Bael, who was watching Melvin and Tristram, frowned and thought, ’Why is he not stopping? Lion has already killed one of the commanders...’

A bad premonition filled him, and he unfurled his Zone to its absolute capacity.

The carnage of the war began to flood his mind, and he noticed something.

Within the chaos of the war, something strange was happening to the armor of the living shadows.

Their dark symbols were pulsing... it was as if a bomb was about to go off.

’What’s happening to the—’

Just as he was about to finish his words, cracks appeared across the shadow soldiers’ armor, and shadows seeped out of it.

"What the!" Suddenly, all of the spilling shadows moved to a single spot.

"It’s going towards Holias’s corpse," Bael concluded and turned his head towards the corpse.

The shadows entered his body and coiled around him.

Seeing the strange phenomenon, the soldiers stumbled backwards and stuttered, faces twisted in horror.

"W-What is that?!"

"What’s happening?"

"Is that a living shadow?!"

All of the shadows entered Holias’s corpse. A shiver ran down Bael’s spine as the corpse rose to its feet and mumbled in a monotonous voice, "All of you... shall live again..."