Chapter 121: Toristin’s God of War—Wood!

The Wind Slash flew out, and under the power of God's Heart, Reeves Lacher, it expanded several times in size almost instantly. The magic that was originally aimed at Wood was completely shattered by the wind blade.

Even after the slash destroyed all the incoming magic, its remaining force was still powerful enough to clear out a large area in front of it, even killing two members of the Albion clan who were using water magic for defense.

"Invincible!" There was no other word that everyone present could use to describe Wood. Even Queen Tristen and Anrietta, who were under heavy protection, were left speechless, their mouths agape as they watched Wood's unstoppable figure.

Every time they thought they had a grasp of Wood's strength, he would quickly surpass their expectations.

There was no doubt that the legendary familiars were incredibly powerful, but it became clear to Queen Tristen and the others that Wood was a special case, even among them.

If the familiars and the void users in the legends were as powerful as Wood, then the ancestor Blimir must have been capable of destroying the world with just a wave of his hand.

Albion had gathered an army of 40,000 men, but after a long battle, more than 10,000 of them had been killed.

This meant that despite the massive numerical advantage—40,000 against 1,000—Albion had lost nearly one-third of its forces.

Out of those more than 10,000 casualties, around 10,000 had been killed by Wood alone.

In the past, stories of a warrior standing against ten thousand enemies were only found in legends and biographies. But now, a living legend stood before them.

Wood wasn't just Tristan's "Chevallier"; he was Tristan's God of War.

The overall combat power in this world wasn't particularly high. If Wood from the Pirate World had come here, it wouldn't have been impossible for him to take on Albion's 70,000 troops and win. Unfortunately, the current Wood was not the same as the one from the pirate world. Although his combat power was extraordinary now, it came at a cost.

The power of Wood's "Heart of God" Reeves Lacher was much stronger than its original version, which could only amplify the power of "nothingness," but the price remained the same.

There is no power without cost. Even if it exists, it must be paid for in some way.

The power of the "Heart of God" was gained at the expense of life energy. In simpler terms, Wood's current strength was earned by burning his own life force.

The ability to multiply attacks was incredible, but the price was also enormous.

Otherwise, even if there were more than 10,000 enemy troops standing still and letting Wood cut them down, it would still consume a significant amount of energy.

Fortunately, Wood's sacrifices weren't in vain. He fought with his life on the line using the "Heart of God."

There had been over a thousand soldiers on Tristan's side originally, but now fewer than 500 remained. On Albion's side, more than 10,000 soldiers had been killed.

In terms of proportions, half of Tristan's soldiers had died, and nearly all of those who remained were exhausted.

Meanwhile, although only one-third of Albion's troops had been killed, the nobles commanding the army were anything but pleased.

The heavy casualties had turned what should have been a great victory into a devastating defeat.

At the same time, Wood, like a relentless force of nature, continued to slaughter their men as if he were an unstoppable machine.

With terrifying martial power and seemingly inexhaustible physical strength, Wood's presence on the battlefield became a nightmare, deeply etched into the minds of all the Albion soldiers.

He had killed so many enemies that a dreadful aura of malevolence gathered around him. Even the Albion soldiers hesitated to attack, resulting in a vacuum area forming around Wood.

Despite the overwhelming disparity in numbers, Wood had managed to terrify the enemy into submission.

Some of the Albion nobles even suggested retreating and allowing Queen Tristen and Anrietta to escape.

There was no other choice. Wood seemed like a tireless madman, targeting the most powerful monsters and magicians on the field.

Ninety percent of those who could use magic were nobles, and no one knew who would be the next victim of Wood's blade.

Besides, since Queen Tristen and her retinue were merely bait and were only accompanied by a thousand soldiers, it meant that Tristan's main army was currently locked in a bloody battle with Albion.

The main battlefield still had 30,000 soldiers, evenly matched with Tristan's remaining forces. Although Albion still had its formidable air force, the outcome was uncertain.

Therefore, the Albion nobles believed that the main battlefield was more crucial.

If Tristan won, even if they killed Queen Tristen and Anrietta, a new royal family could be chosen.

Continuing the fight might result in the annihilation of Queen Tristen, Anrietta, and the others, but it could also cost tens of thousands more lives.

If another 10,000 of Albion's remaining 20,000 soldiers died, they would no longer have control over the situation, even if they returned to the main battlefield.

The Albion nobles wanted to withdraw because they believed the cost of insisting on killing Queen Tristen and Anrietta was too high.

Unfortunately, the supreme commander of this force was not them but Sheffield, the God's Brain.

Would Sheffield choose to retreat for the sake of the overall situation? Of course not!

In fact, after witnessing Wood's astonishing combat power, Sheffield was even more determined to kill him.

With the power of "God's Brain," Sheffield could summon tens of thousands of magical creatures, but those monsters were magic tools accumulated by Albion and Goliath over centuries.

But Wood was different. He had achieved this level of power entirely on his own.

The "Heart of God" was so powerful that Sheffield was desperate to bury Wood here to prevent him from interfering with her master Joseph's plans in the future.

Even if all 40,000 Albion troops were destroyed, she wouldn't hesitate!

Sheffield had already noticed that while Wood's combat power seemed limitless and he appeared tireless, his jet-black hair was gradually turning pale, and his vitality was slowly waning.

The power of the Heart of God was rapidly burning through his life energy, something that Sheffield, as a fellow legendary familiar, was keenly aware of.