CEO In A Fantasy World Chapter 162: Chapter 162: The War Part 4

As such, he fought without worry, and the soldiers behind him slowly joined in the battle as well. Although they were fearful of the strange, black energy that surrounded Caesar, they were still willing to fight with him. The armored troops thurst their spears forwards and started to easily push back the panic-stricken trolls.

Bolts of arrows frequently flashed across their heads and pierced the nearby trolls' heads. Not to mention Ebisu and Soka, who were currently leading their own forces to strike the sides of the small troll army that they were currently engaged with.

Seeing that they were finally gaining some momentum, Caesar pushed even harder. He wanted to produce as much damage as he possibly could before their inevitable retreat. He was fully aware of the fact that although they seemed to be in a strong position, it was only temporary. The sheer amount of enemies would slowly start to overwhelm them.

Soon, Caesar's forces pushed through the enemy battalion and charged towards the main forces of the trolls. The other troll chieftains, noticing this fact, met them with a force twice as large. While the troll king was currently engaged in close-quarters combat with Musas.h.i.+.

The middle-aged man who was capable of using light magic put his barrier down and helped the troll king fight with Musas.h.i.+, while the hordes of trolls attacked Musas.h.i.+'s close friends and friendly combatants.

Soon, heavy casualties appeared on both of the b.l.o.o.d.y fronts. Although much more trolls died then fox-kin, a considerable amount of fox-kin still perished. Caesar's armored guard was almost completely annihilated and nearly half of Musas.h.i.+'s friends had fallen.

Unfortunately, Musas.h.i.+, who was the strongest fighter present, was being held down by both the human and the troll king. He was breathing heavily and a large amount of sweat trickled down his now s.h.i.+rtless body.

He masterfully utilized his silver chain to both attack and defend, but to no avail, he could not penetrate the middle-aged man's defense, and Zul'thar's nonstop onslaught wouldn't let him rest.

Caesar who was closely observing Musas.h.i.+'s battle situation frowned. He glanced behind his back and couldn't help but grind his teeth angrily after seeing the vast amount of dead bodies and overflowing blood.

"Ebisu, take over for a few moments… If I don't make it back in under ten minutes, retreat" Caesar ordered and the black mist that permeated from his body congealed into a condensed ball atop his hand.

"Yes, sir!" Ebisu replied solemnly and bared witness to Caesar's departing back. He bounced on top of the many enemy heads and moved towards Musas.h.i.+. His figure was noticed by many allies and enemies alike, however, neither sides could stop his intense momentum.

Caesar's silver hair flowed like a river and his eyes radiated a deep crimson as he approached Zul'thar and Musas.h.i.+. The condensed ball of his authority gave off an ominous presence and frightened all of those he moved pa.s.sed.

Musas.h.i.+'s bout with the two temporarily halted as the middle-aged man warily turned his head towards Caesar. He raised his right hand and a sword made out of light appeared, he then took off his white glove and a burning cross tattoo presented itself.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.; Amen" he whispered quietly and a blinding light suddenly shot out from his body. He grasped the sword of light and slowly approached Caesar with seemingly overwhelming power.

His eyes radiated a deep, yellow light and his aura pressured all of those nearby, even Musas.h.i.+. However, the blinding light that constrained the others only fueled Caesar's rage. He felt as though a power within him wanted to utterly destroy the middle-aged man.

As such, his speed increased even further and the congealed ball of his authority coiled around his long, and dark scythe. It was a battle between two completely opposite forces, and Caesar couldn't help but feel funny, a similar circ.u.mstance occurred back at Rahvin kingdom. Perhaps, it was fate that he would have conflicts with the church.

Caesar, wielding his scythe, soon appeared in front of the middle-aged man and heaved it downward diagonally, to which the man replied by swinging his sword upward. A huge and loud collision resounded throughout the battlefield and momentarily halted all of the battles.

"Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen." The man spoke whilst maintaining a calm expression as he and Caesar met with a flurry of blows.

"You spout bold words for someone helping an evil race such as the trolls… do you just simply watch as they **** and murder innocent children and women?" Caesar asked with disdain as he utilized his Ice and Authority to battle the man. He didn't care if he overworked his body, nor did he care if his mana reserves ran out. Victory was a must, his body and soul compelled him to win.

"They merely **** and murder women of the dark-races, such is treatment worthy of them. As long as they do not touch man, they are not to be considered sinners" The middle-aged man replied calmly and sped up his attacks.

His words caused Caesar to burst out in a fit of laughter, "you know, it's funny, a child belonging to the church once preached similar nonsense, but in the end, he lost everything for his idiocy. You can not contain me, nor those of the dark-races" Caesar replied vehemently and also sped up his attacks.

Both blades, one dark, and one light, collided maybe hundreds, no, thousands of times. The loud ringing sound grabbing the attention of nearly all of the troops, enemies and allies alike.

"As a paladin of the order, I shall execute such an evil being as prominent as you before you grow into something much more dangerous. Remember my name well, Vermin, I, Alexander, Will not let filth such as you creep upon the land" Alexander roared with his blonde hair fluttering in the wind.

"Its comedic to me that humans would ever think of themselves to be in such high prestige, as a world under human rule, means a world that is fated to be destroyed under their hands" Caesar replied and generated the last bit of his power into one last attack.

He raised his scythe overhead and a ball of black energy slowly started to grow bigger and bigger, while Alexander did the exact same. The ground quaked and a large amount of wind swirled around both of them.

Musas.h.i.+, who was at the side, finally recollected himself from his earlier shock and began focusing on Zul'thar. He was quite surprised at Caesar's use of the black energy, he never would have thought that he would've been in possession of something so powerful.

Once the black ball of energy was at least a few meters in circ.u.mference, Caesar slashed down and met Alexanders charged up attack.

Boom! A large vortex formed between Caesar and Alexander, both the light and darkness started to wrap around each other and battle as if the energy forces were alive. The strands of mana intertwined with each other and soon, the light started to be absorbed within Caesar's authority.

As if the light met its natural nemesis, it started to corrode and get pushed back by Caesar. Similar to how he defeated Richard, he pushed his scythe down more and more, to which Alexander started to sweat profusely.

"H-how? How is it possible that the power gifted to me by the lord is failing?" the muttered out incoherently and attempted to recite a few more prayers to obtain more mana.

"Angel of G.o.d, my guardian dear, To whom G.o.d's love commits me here, Ever this day, be at my side, To light and guard, Rule and guide. Amen" he whispered, but to no avail, he was still being pushed back. The light magic that he prided was undoubtfully losing.

"Your praying is in vain" Caesar whispered curtly, like a devils whisper, and finally, his scythe swung downward and cracked the sword made out of light. Like a scene taken out of a painting, Caesar's scythe halved Alexanders body.

Time seemed to stop as the blood spouted from his halved body and Caesar couldn't hold back his instincts as he moved his mouth forward. He drank a mouthful of blood and a menacing smile formed on his lips.

"RETREAT!" he roared with blood still dripping from his mouth. He then raised his head to look at Musas.h.i.+ in the eyes.

*****

At another part of the dark continent, inside of a s.p.a.cious tent, resided Ahri, who was currently sitting on a bed with her violet hair resting on her shoulders. Her bright yellow eyes were staring incredulously at the dozen or so people that barged into her tent.

"Why are all of you here? Not only did that man, who is supposed to be my husband, force me to this place, he even forced all of you folks to stay here with me?" she huffed angrily whilst pointing at Joe, Tiberius, Magni, the kobold head, Edward, and even Leo.

"Heh, sorry madam, I promised him that I'd protect you at any costs, even if it meant going berserk" Joe replied with a wry smile whilst scratching the back of his head.

"Hmph, is he okay with so many men sleeping in the same quarters with me?" She asked indignantly and crossed her legs, behind her, two cute children stared at the group of weirdos.

Tiberius, the furbolg leader, scratched his furry chin with his large claws, "Although I don't quite like the man, he suggested that I, and the remnants of my clan, evacuate with the citizens. The very least I could do is protect his wife" he replied solemnly and rested his large back on the edges of the tent.

Ahri wanted to retort, but she simply shook her head and laid down on the bed with Symphony and Seraph… "do whatever you want, but I doubt there will be anyone attacking us" she said softly before drifting off to sleep.

Once she was fast asleep, Tiberius looked toward Joe, "what did you mean by 'go berserk' earlier" he asked with a tilt of his oversized head.

Joe chuckled dryly, "consider it my trump card for when things get messy… you'll know when it happens, just take Ahri and leave if I go berserk" Joe replied whilst rubbing his beard and ma.s.saging his right shoulder.

"Very well" Tiberius replied strangely and sat down on the ground.