I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 310

Chapter 16: Paladin?!

Dragon might is essentially the pressure emitted by the dragon bloodline.

Even among mythical creatures, dragons rank at the top of the hierarchy.

So, most beings feel an instinctive awe towards dragon might.

Whether that awe is respect or fear depends on the situation.

The scene of the young boy cutting through the swarm of corpses with a single sword strike imprinted deeply in everyone’s eyes, brighter than a light in the dark.

That was at least a Sequence 7 strike.

For adventurers, it was equivalent to an A-level adventurer reigning supreme; for the nobles, it meant he was a prodigy among the younger generation.

“Black hair, black eyes, he is Roy Ainbrad!”

“I know, he is the one who led the second-year seniors to withstand the attack from All Things Wither during the Trial of Blue!”

“Wait, wasn’t he part of the team that took down the Black Claw Andy with Lightning Lance?!”

“I remember Lightning Lance praising him a lot…”

When they recognized the young boy, their shock transformed into palpable respect.

Roy’s reputation among noble youths was impeccable, and adventurers esteemed strength above all; just that one sword strike was enough to win their hearts.

Thus, when the young boy issued commands, there was no dissent in the crowd.

“I’ll handle the bone dragon. Ranged units focus fire to suppress the undead. Close combat extraordinary beings will deal with the mob. Ordinary people stay in the middle; if you can, assist the injured.”

If it were Roy by himself, charging headlong, he could easily escape.

But with over a hundred civilians, many of whom were injured, and only around twenty extraordinary beings, a direct breakout against the horde of undead would surely lead to heavy casualties.

Rohlin’s notes detailed intelligence on various cults, giving Roy considerable insight into these insane strangers.

Among them, the Necromancer Sect was a notorious cult that posed the biggest headache for all factions.

These lunatics, who loved to accompany corpses, were skilled in necromancy and often targeted civilians. Not just because they could turn corpses into undead, but because they believed it was a way to spread the grace of the Grim Reaper—each additional corpse made the world a better place.

While all cultists disregarded human life, the Necromancer Sect was undoubtedly the worst, causing massacres targeting civilians every time they made a move.

But as wizards, they had clear weaknesses.

Roy turned to glance at the old man in the distance, coldly stating, “Send a few capable hands to hold back the cultists.”

“That guy’s just a mere wizard. As long as we interrupt his spellcasting, victory will be ours.”

The crowd came to their senses.

Except for the dual-practice elves, most wizards weren’t good at close combat.

Better to deal with the source first than to face these seemingly immortal minions!

Of course, the cult priest’s methods were devious; Roy didn’t expect them to win. But necromancy was very concentration-intensive; as long as they could disrupt the cultists’ spellcasting, it would be enough to expose weaknesses in the undead.

But at that moment, the blonde girl stepped in front of Roy.

“Master, let Alice go.”

“You? But…”

The wail of the bone dragon interrupted Roy’s questioning.

Seeing the undead army closing in again, Roy couldn’t afford to argue.

The girl’s blue eyes were unwavering, and for a moment, it seemed Roy saw the destined saintess holding a holy sword, shrouded in holy light from the original work.

No, that was more like the form Alice should have.

Roy projected a steel longsword into the girl’s hands and instructed, “Go, be careful.”

Alice nodded vigorously and rushed towards the stage with a few other extraordinary beings.

At the center of the stage, the old man’s sinister smile faded, his pale face growing serious.

The Necromancer Sect targets civilians to effectively spread their grace.

Karman specifically chose the theater not just because of the crowd density but to avoid interference from extraordinary beings.

Of course, the appearance of a Sequence 7 was surprising, but still within his control.

However, that young boy’s sword strike was far from typical Sequence 7 power.

Skeletons could heal, and the rotters had robust life force.

In a tactic combining these two kinds of beings, Karman considered most Sequence 7 participants beneath him.

Yet he clearly felt that strange and overwhelming power within that boy’s strike turned his skeleton and rotters to ash from the inside out!

For undead beings, physical attacks were merely superficial scratches, and magical attacks had ineffectual results. Only fire, holy light, and the techniques of elves posed significant threats.

But that was neither fire nor holy light; it looked like some explosive melee extraordinary being’s attack. But how could a melee extraordinary being have the power to destroy undead?

Or rather, this bloodline had to be at least renowned as golden-level, yet how come he had never heard of it before?!

In fact, Karman’s judgment was correct; Roy’s Blood Essence Condensation was indeed a melee explosive skill. Just as he struck, he infused the blade with a touch of Weapon Projection: Blood Magic, coating the sword with his blood as he slashed.

Roy’s blood was nearly akin to that of a blood clan, teeming with substantial vitality, which was like poison to the undead, causing even more damage than fire, second only to holy light.

Karman scratched his head in puzzlement, becoming increasingly wary.

For a cunning wizard, there was nothing more terrifying than an enemy whose depths he could not see.

So, Karman casually waved his hand, commanding the bone dragon to charge at Roy.

But just as he focused on controlling the bone dragon, he noticed figures darting onto the stage, heading straight for him.

Three, no, four Sequence 8?!

Karman sneered coldly, as if looking at a group of ignorant monkeys.

He snapped his fingers, and the stage filled with countless magic formations.

The once-empty stage was instantly swarmed with dozens of undead beings.

As a wizard, how could he not prepare defenses against close enemies?

Sure enough, the excited expressions of the extraordinary beings froze as the tide of undead swarmed forward, blocking their way.

“Disappointing. Did you really think you could defeat my lord’s soldiers with your mere mortal bodies?”

Karman shook his head, a strange, gentle smile creeping onto his face.

“But fear not, for I will bring you rebirth, transcending your flesh to transform into true—”

The sound of a sword echoed, glimmering with holy light.

The undead army was brutally torn asunder from the middle, with countless half-sliced corpses scattering around, landing near Karman.

A dazzling light burst forth, resembling a pure silver sun.

Karman shielded his eyes from the searing glow, squinting to see.

There stood a figure, adorned in small leather shoes, mercilessly trampling on skulls as she approached.

The skeletons didn’t shatter; instead, they burned to ashes under the silver light.

Within a ten-meter radius around her, no undead could step foot.

The blonde girl casually flicked her sword, scattering the embers from the blade, then shot a cold glance at Karman.

In that moment, Karman felt his hair stand on end, a tremendous sense of crisis overwhelming him.

“Holy, holy knight…?!”