Hero of Darkness

At this moment, an unexpected occurrence came to be as all the Lukions including the tribe leader suddenly knelt in front of Blackwall in his Sigurd form after getting a look at his deeds and accomplishments overnight.

What they vehemently worshiped at this moment wasn't the Abyss Knight general but his skills and affinity to both earth element and metals while addressing him as 'Lord'.

"My eyes have been opened.

I never thought someone could be superior to our race in perfecting the earth element to this degree.

Even the powerful saints of our kin never managed to achieve such control in the past 10 thousand years." said Orion in a respectful tone. Others behind him also nodded in agreement.

"Alright… there's no need to get so overwhelmed.

The monster tide would arrive soon as per your estimations. So let me prepare beforehand." spoke Sigurd in a rustic voice.

On the surface, he seemed humble… but inside…

[Ha! You have good eyes, people of the Lukion species.

I am a being of an unparalleled primordial bloodline. How could I be compared to your mere race?

Just wait till I find other titans and absorb their bloodlines. None shall dare to look down upon me then.] thought the general without revealing any hubris or arrogance on his face.

In reality, his confidence and self-praise weren't undeserved.

Even when compared to other saints who practiced the Earth element, Blackwall was leagues above them. Just that he rarely had the chance to showcase his skills and supremacy.

As for going overboard and doing more than necessary such as creating the protective wall for the Lukion clients… he wasn't so stupid.

All of it was done under Kahn's orders before he even arrived here.

The Lukion tribe was one of the special species in the empire and their guild needed an extraordinary deep relationship with them for future purposes and goals Kahn had planned.

So when it came to making a first impression… Blackwall had knocked it out of the park.

At noon, the surrounding region outside of Lukania started trembling as a stampede of a monstrous army started going awry.

Just as they estimated, the dungeons had started throwing out all the inhabitant monsters outside because of the oversaturation of mana inside.

The only relief people of Lukania had was that the dungeons didn't expel the Dungeon Bosses with them. Otherwise… there would be nothing but a brutal massacre.

The guild members of the Misthios guild were stationed at the top of the walls in batches across all four points of entry. And since Blackwall hadn't even left an entry point while creating these walls, none could even breach them.

Yet, the issue here wasn't the rank but the overwhelming numbers of the rabid monster army.

As they marched towards the local citizens… some monsters were already out of control and started attacking their fellow monsters.

There was no leader in this army so they had no order and only followed their instincts.

But because of this, the weaker monsters ran towards the walls after smelling living beings.

Sigurd floated in the air while the Misthios guild member teams were tasked with informing him if a strong monster that could damage the walls appeared.

But nobody here knew that Blackwall had a separate set of instructions from Kahn.

While making these walls, he had purposely made some parts hollow from the inside. Although they looked impenetrable…

Lord Rank monsters had enough physical strength to break past these walls. However, they were extremely rare and even at best, there'd be only 4 Lord Rank monsters and 2 High Lords at best.

This way, there was still leeway for an attack and thus, the Lukion Tribe would still be needing them in the future.

Soon, the numbers of this monster army rose to a few hundred thousand in just half an hour and surrounded the perimeter of Lukania from all directions. On top of it… this was just the first wave.

"I guess it's time for me to act." spoke Sigurd in a thoughtful voice, revealing a prideful expression.

Soon, he appeared at the north entry point of the monster wave.

Growl!

Roar!

Wraaa!

Screech!

Shrill!

Various kinds of monsters that he had never seen before, which were exclusive and native to the dungeons in these regions roamed and rampantly destroyed everything that came in their way.

In just this one entry point, more than 30 thousand giant monsters had amassed and many of the flying monsters were being attacked by the Grayborne tribe's own forces.

The main task for Blackwall here wasn't to massacre these monsters but to defend the people.

Yet, he had different plans of his own.

"Lord Sigurd… we will be relying on you." spoke one of the Lukion council members who was stationed in this area and flew on a flying ship.

Sigurd nodded and soon, he waved his hand.

Just when the entry point was overwhelmingly crowded and the stampeding monsters full of bloodlust were crashing into the walls while thousands had already fallen into the deep pitfalls…

Crack!

Crackle!

Shatter!

The nearby 3 kilometers of ground that these monsters were running on suddenly started cracking as hundreds of cracks and crevices suddenly formed.

Thud!

Bang!

Dhoom!

Dhoom!

Right before everyone flying in the sky, an unexpected scene occurred. Because at this moment…

The entire battlefield had turned into a ginormous 3 kilometers wide pitfall!

Blackwall hadn't been sitting idly since the morning. Without letting anyone find out… he had been changing the entire perimeter of Lukania, making a battlefield suitable enough for him to deal with this innumerable army of monsters in a single go.

Inside these, were millions of pikes made of sharp edges and hard stone. The majority of the monsters who fell inside were instantly killed before they even got the chance to adjust their footing.

Blood and flesh filled this deep pitfall as more and more monsters kept falling and dying with no exception.

Even those who landed on the bodies of others were soon crushed under those who fell upon them. There was no room for escape in any way.

While everyone was gobsmacked after looking at Sigurd's immaculately planned battlefield… The saint had smirked devilishly.

Because this was just the first phase of his plans.

And now… it was time for Blackwall to mete out his final judgment.

A Slow and Painful death.