Becoming Their Guiding Spirit

His hands trembled, showing none of the bearing of an elite independent regiment’s commander.

”Quick, block him!! He’s coming! He’s coming!! Quick!! You all, quick!!!”

However.

Such pleas were useless, as these ordinary attacks had no effect on the current Patriot. They did less damage than a mosquito bite.

The all-black figure covered in crimson patterns, Patriot now looked like a demon crawling out of hell, completely terrifying the colonel out of his wits.

”Don’t you come near me!!”

”*Ursus Profanity*”

However.

Of course, Lucas Reeve’s target wasn’t him.

As he charged over, he didn’t even bother to speak, simply thrusting his spear through the Serpent’s Scale’s body.

With his body pierced, the Black Serpent tumbled like a rag doll for a long distance before coming to a stop. Just before this body died completely, the Black Serpent’s hateful eyes stared deadly at Lucas Reeve, as if wishing he could immediately slice Lucas Reeve into ten thousand pieces and swallow him mouthful by mouthful.

”I will be back!! Lucas Reeve!!”

”I will definitely be back!!”

The Black Serpent roared incessantly as this body was dying. Lucas Reeve had no desire to pay him any mind, even adding another spear thrust that ran the Serpent’s Scale’s body through.

As for the side.

The commander, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now stood beside Patriot, as tiny as a chick. Just a fraction of Patriot’s aura was enough to scare the colonel witless.

The surrounding army, which had been preparing to attack, had now all stopped.

They knew that the enemy could now kill their colonel with a single thought. They were utterly defeated. An elite regular army of more than two thousand men had lost to a single person... Some of the older soldiers who had luckily survived were already planning to retire immediately if they made it back alive. This battle had left an indelible shadow in the hearts of these young soldiers who had never experienced fighting a Demon.

Powerful...

So there really are people this powerful in the world.

One man against a thousand.

”Tsk...”

Lucas Reeve looked at the terrified officer before him and clicked his tongue in disdain.

”Mr. Patriot, are you sure this is a colonel? Why is his face as pale as some rich woman’s boy toy? He doesn’t have much meat on his bones either.”

Patriot sighed. ”Just the descendant of some great noble. It’s very common in Ursus.”

This sigh seemed to be Patriot lamenting the decay of Ursus today. As a former military legend, Patriot knew, of course, how many commoner heroes had achieved countless glorious feats of arms. And what happened to them...?

Their merits were forcibly stolen.

If they were lucky, these commoners might be given a minor official post, like a company commander or something. If they were unlucky, fearing that the theft of their military honors would be exposed, these commoner heroes were secretly assassinated by the noble lords.

To fight for this country, only to die at the hands of this country’s great nobles—it was ironic, to say the least. Patriot himself, who had achieved tremendous merits for Ursus, was in the same boat. With his military record, he could have easily been a corps commander, but in the end, he remained just a Captain. After all... Patriot’s achievements were simply too illustrious. If he were to be made a corps commander, he would pose a huge threat to the great nobles who were accustomed to banding together.

But within the now-stabilized clique of great nobles.

Although they fought amongst themselves, they shared a common principle: they would not allow a threat of the same level to emerge...

”Don’t kill me!! Don’t kill me!!”

The colonel, who was in his thirties, was now utterly terrified.

”My father is a Marquis!! A Lieutenant General!!”

”Tsk...”

Lucas Reeve glanced at him with disdain, and then, his long spear instantly pierced through the man’s body. He couldn’t be bothered to waste a single word on this kind of fop.

”Your commander is dead.... I’ll give you five minutes. Leave at once!”

After killing the foppish colonel, the surviving soldiers scattered, not wanting to stay here a moment longer. For the younger soldiers, this battle might have become a shadow they could never erase from their hearts for the rest of their lives. They would probably be too scared to sleep with the lights off at night.

”Phew...”

These soldiers fled quickly.