Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 291 The Last Mercy
On the desolate wilderness, the massive camp of the Imperial Vanguard Legion, like a colossal beast awakening, began its operations.

As Lord and Celia were examining the captured holy sword and marveling at the strange anti-magic it contained, the ground beneath their feet suddenly trembled violently.

They both looked up at the same time.

The Imperial Vanguard Legion, which had initially kept a certain distance from them due to the battle between the mages, was now slowly advancing towards their location like a black tide.

The heavy footsteps, the scraping of metal armor, and the neighing of warhorses merged into a suffocating sound wave that rushed towards us.

Even more noteworthy is that above the legion, dozens of court mages dressed in magnificent mage robes have already...

The flying magic has already been cast.

Holding wands, they unfurled magic circles before them, powerful magical energy swirling in the air, vaguely forming a magical barrier that covered the entire area.

This is some kind of barrier magic, but compared to a barrier that defends against external attacks, this barrier is more like imprisoning everything inside, even restricting flight magic.

The purpose of these magicians was obvious: to prevent Lord and Celia from using flight magic to escape.

Because flying magic was unusable across the entire battlefield, the mages also landed on the ground and followed the entire army as they rushed towards the two.

"It seems that His Majesty the Emperor has also run out of patience."

Lord looked at the magnificent sight of the massive army pressing in before him, his tone perfectly calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

“Perfect!” Celia’s golden eyes showed no fear, but instead ignited a surge of fighting spirit. A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. “I’ve been wanting to get back at that guy for a long time!”

Lord's gaze swept over the well-equipped soldiers and then over the mages who were on high alert, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

These are the elite of the human race, selected from among hundreds, yet they are about to be destroyed by him and Celia because of an emperor's ambition.

Humanity's most powerful army, instead of falling on the battlefield against the demons, perished at the hands of the very heroes who once saved the world. Isn't that a cruel irony?
However, reality didn't give him much time to reflect.

The Empire's army was clearly well-trained, advancing, encircling, and the mages constructing their barriers—all steps were carried out simultaneously with extremely high efficiency.

In the blink of an eye, the two were completely surrounded, with no way out.

Lord sighed softly, completely banishing the last trace of reluctance in his heart.

Since His Majesty the Emperor has chosen this path, he wouldn't mind killing him with his own hands.

Even if this plunges the entire human race back into a state of fragmented states, it is worth it.

He turned to Celia: "Do you want to deal with those mages or these elite soldiers?"

The battlefield will inevitably be divided into two areas.

In battles involving mages, sending ordinary soldiers into the fray recklessly will only result in their tragic deaths in the aftermath.

If Lord were the opposing legion commander, he would separate the mages from the elite soldiers, with the court mages dealing with Seria, while the tens of thousands of elite soldiers would deal with him.

"Either is fine, but I want to kill that legion commander. I was really annoyed by his attitude before."

“Alright, I’ll leave it to you later, if he survives.” Lord had already prepared his divine strike magic. “Then these mages are yours to deal with.”

"okay."

Although dealing with such a large amount of magic was a headache for her, Celie agreed without any hesitation.

But clearly, Lord had already considered this.

With a flick of his wrist, three holy swords, each with a different shape but radiating immense power, appeared in his hand amidst a flash of light.

It was Org, Atos, and the Light of El.

"Here, just in case."

Lord stuffed all three holy swords into Celie's arms.

Seria, holding the three heavy holy swords, paused for a moment, then pouted, looking quite dissatisfied. "I'm very strong!" "Yes, I know. Be good." Lord's tone seemed gentle, but it was incredibly firm.

Seeing his uncompromising gaze, Celia pouted, though still somewhat reluctant, "...Fine."

She weighed the holy sword in her arms, and her confidence, which was originally only fifty or sixty percent, instantly soared to nearly one hundred percent.

With these three legendary artifacts, dealing with those court magicians would be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

But at the same time, she also looked at Lord, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

Lord entrusting all the magicians to himself meant that he would have to face the tens of thousands of fierce and elite soldiers below alone.

Even if he is strong, he is still a human being.

"Are you alright?" Celia couldn't help but ask.

Lord gave her a reassuring smile: "Don't worry. Take care of yourself, and if anything happens, activate Athos's barrier. Don't be careless."

Just then, the massive confinement barrier above the imperial army finally took full shape.

A protective barrier of light, flowing with countless runes, completely enveloped an area spanning several kilometers, severely restricting or even rendering any teleportation or flight magic ineffective.

Even Celia can no longer use flight and teleportation magic as freely as before.

After all, this kind of barrier magic restricts the entire area. Unless the entire magic is completely broken, no matter how strong you are, you will still be affected to some extent.

The legion commander's order resounded across the battlefield through magical megaphones: "All troops, listen up! Target—Seria and her apprentice Lord, kill them without mercy!"

The battle is about to break out!
The battlefield naturally split into two parts.

The elite soldiers, well aware of the terrifying aftermath of battles between mages, wisely directed their main attacks against the seemingly "weaker" Lord.

Meanwhile, the court mages, under the command of the most powerful mage, began to gather their magic power, targeting Celie, who wielded three holy swords.

Lord took a deep breath as he watched the soldiers surge towards him like a tide.

His voice, amplified by magic, resonated clearly throughout the entire legion, even drowning out the roar of the advancing army:

"Soldiers of the Empire!"

Upon hearing Lord's sudden address, all the charging soldiers involuntarily slowed their pace.

"I'm giving you one last chance!" Lord's gaze swept over the young or weathered faces. "Your true enemies are the demons, not your fellow humans."

Now, turning back to the northern battlefield, I swear on the honor of Lord the Godslayer, all past transgressions will be forgiven!

His words echoed across the battlefield, carrying a sincere admonition.

However, he was met with unbridled mockery from the high-ranking officers of the legion:

"Hahaha! You still dare to talk big even when you're about to die!"

"All troops, listen to my command! Advance! Kill this reckless fool!"

"Soldiers! Kill him! His Majesty will reward you handsomely!"

In their eyes, even the legendary Saintess Celia is now trapped and unable to escape.

As for Lord, who is ostensibly the other party's apprentice, what gives him the confidence to say such a thing?
Does he really think he's Lord Lord, the god-slayer from history?
Inspired by the officer's encouragement, the soldiers' brief hesitation was instantly replaced by fervent fighting spirit, and they charged towards Lord once again.

Looking at these stubborn soldiers, driven by ambition, the last trace of pity in Lord's eyes vanished completely.

He raised his hand, his fingertips pointing at the surging army.

"In that case, let's end this farce as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)