Lord Evolution: Starting With SS-rank Skills - Chapter 272

Chapter 272: The Cult (42)
Both the weak and the strong among the remaining captives joined the battlefield, displaying on their faces both rage and a steadfast will to survive.

They cast spells of varying elements, ranging from the simple and basic fireball spells to the rare light magic spells.

One of them, a beautiful raven-haired female, even summoned dozens of creatures resembling hobgoblins — creatures that were of the same size and build as typical hobgoblins, yet their appearance was notably different, for they exhibited dark purple skin instead of the usual green, honking skins.

Rowan was pretty excited at the sight of the summoner, as this was his first time witnessing one in this world. He knew there were tens of thousands of summoners out there, but unfortunately he had been sent to a place lacking magic and thus could not see summoners as frequently as someone like Eliman, who lived in magic-oriented territories.

“Attack those dark-robed bastards! Kill every last one of them!” the summoner commanded, his voice burning with rage.

The purple hobgoblins’ eyes blazed with fury, mirroring that of their summoner, and they immediately charged into the battlefield.

They dashed past Rowan, who observed them with sheer amazement.

Intelligently, these purple hobgoblins dashed past all the captives without hurting a single one, attacking only the cultists.

They smashed their foes down with their fists.

They brutally swept the cultists aside with their heavy, crude weapons, summoned alongside them.

The addition of the summoned creatures augmented the advantage of the righteous side by a large margin.

The confidence of the former cowards, who had just joined the battlefield, increased manifold.

At this point, their hopelessness was being replaced by a strong determination to become their own protectors and fight their way to freedom.

The sheer longing to be reunited with their fellow humans and to embrace their loved ones pushed them to fight with even greater ferocity.

“Great!”

Rowan was greatly impressed.

He kicked the blade of his sword, which had been stabbed into the ground previously, and assumed a battle-ready pose before charging back into the fray.

BOOM!

CHANTS!

CLANG!

The battlefield morphed into a chaotic mélange of several violent clashes, anguished cries of pain and death, as well as triumphant shouts of victory and triumph.

The dark cloud above had long since disappeared, and the scorching ray of the sun shone upon the gory battlefield.

Within the battlefield, death itself defined victory and defeat. Those with the fewest losses were surely on the path to victory, while those suffering an increasing death toll were doomed to defeat.

Fortunately, the heavens smiled upon the captives.

They managed to overpower the cultists despite their small numbers.

While a few of the captives fell every minute, an even larger number of the cultists met their demise in that same span of time.

At this moment, only four spy knights and about three dozen of the captives remained standing and fighting. The others had sadly met their death.

But their deaths were not for naught.

The likes of Rowan, Eliman, and the other courageous captives ensured that their sacrifices counted by fighting to secure the freedom for which they had died and by making sure that those responsible for their deaths faced the consequences.

If one were to judge by the current flow of the battlefield, it was evident that the good side was definitely on course for victory.

Unfortunately, the powerhouses on both sides were still engaged in heated combat.

“These annoying creatures! Who the heck created them?”

D’andre complained as he decapitated one of the dark soldiers with a spike of condensed light magic.

Currently, there are dozens of these things lying on the ground.

D’andre had confirmed that they were not humans, for none of them bled like actual humans or any other living creature.

Even as he blew off the head, only rotten flesh and dark energy burst forth, and then they were finished.

“If these creatures are unleashed into the world and more bad people lay their hands on them, the world will become even more hellish than it already is. War will be waged by evil rulers upon weaker territories, greed and envy will blossom, and very soon, humanity will be forced to hide away from the outside world. Then I will lose my customers.”

D’andre muttered to himself while fighting.

He pondered the impact these things would bring, and none of the outcomes were acceptable.

People would die.

Nations would perish and the world would become darker than it already was.

If he, an archmage—a rare existence in this world—finds it difficult to defeat a dozen of these creatures, how then would a nation without an archmage be able to survive?

Throughout the entire world, there were only a few thousand archmages in total, with fewer than a thousand residing on the entire Southreach continent, which is considered the second largest.

With ten thousand of these creatures at their disposal, the cult might even be capable of toppling the entire Southreach continent if they so desired!

How gruesome!

‘The cult of Ember Justice must be brought down by all means.’

In the past, he cared little about the cult and their influence on the world, so long as he continued to acquire rich customers and his business kept booming.

But now, facing off against them, he realized how dire their existence was for both the world and his business.

‘The dark seed ritual they spoke of. They claimed it could transform someone into a super mage! If a super mage were to emerge from these cults, the fate of the entire world would fall under their influence!’

With each passing second that he considered the cult, a new reason to bring it to an end emerged.

Meanwhile, he fought with all his might.

The Dark Blood Brothers floated in the sky, watching the battlefield—one with analytical eyes and the other sporting a cold, maniacal grin.

Time flew by.

Under their watchful gaze, D’andre slew the last dark soldier.

The white-haired archmage could be seen breathing rapidly as he lifted his gaze toward both brothers, whose eyes gleamed with a sinister glow.

“Go and deal with him,” Alister said, turning to Xandros.

“My pleasure.”