Hero of Darkness

A scenario of an absolutely ruthless massacre was in front of everyone whether they were stationed on the wall or in the flying ships. Just with a single wave of his hand, Blackwall aka Sigurd had given a death sentence to more than 20 thousand monsters at once as the 3 kilometers region had become nothing but a pitfall of death.

Even the Lukion tribe council member stationed was speechless and couldn't help but be stunned. This was a simple but unattainable battle tactic to even their race.

[What kind of monster is this person?

Even a 1st stage saint of my species can affect only 1 kilometer of ground and change the terrain after great effort.

Yet he completely reformed the terrain of 3 kilometers with just a simple wave of his hand.

Powerful! He's simply too powerful!] thought the middle-aged Lukion with a slim build.

But soon, his expression turned stiff and even he felt a chill in his spine.

He gazed at the battlefield below and saw the bellowing monsters howling, grumbling and roaring as they fell on the sharp spikes and got mortally wounded.

Many of the massive monsters started wailing as their bodies and heads were poked through. No ability was helpful because of this sudden destruction of the battlefield and the majority were just like water balloons falling on a needle… their fate already sealed.

With this move, Blackwall subjugated 90% of the monsters, the lucky ones running away due to their survival instinct. Even so, some lucky and powerful monsters did not die, they had defensive capabilities and physiques that saved their lives.

However, this was just the first phase of his plans.

Rumble!

Rumble!

A rumbling echoed in the surroundings as Blackwall moved and soon, some of the tall mountains and peaks in the nearby terrain started cracking on their own as if an earthquake had shaken their entire being. Despite so, they weren't falling or breaking from below, rather most of them crackled and turned into thousands of boulders, being lifted high in the air by an invisible force.

The saint then used his insurmountable pressure to pull down the flying monsters in the sky inside the pitfall.

This was Blackwall using his saint pressure and Terrain Manipulation skill.

3 mountains were rooted out and restructured, turning into thousands of massive boulders, almost covering the entirety of the sky as they started moving together like cannonballs ready to be launched.

Roar!

Growl!

Monster cries filled in the region again as the massive army of giant boulders floated right above this widespread and deep pitfall.

As if doing the 'mic drop' pose… Blackwall simply made a gesture and soon…

BOOM!

BANG!

Bam!

Thud!

Splat!

Thousands of these incredibly heavy and hard boulders dropped like raindrops on the bodies of the pitiful monsters and crashed onto their bodies from above, instantly crashing them like a stone flattening a grape, the latter having no way to resist and getting turned into mush.

Sigurd then looked around, his hands moved parallel to each other as he released his dark brown saint pressure and infused the earth elemental aura in between the gap of his palms.

Soon, a massive brown orb formed that shimmered and revealed an incredibly oppressive pressure as if Blackwall was summoning Kamehameha.

Whoosh!

Without wasting another moment, he shot the brown orb towards the pit like a cannon.

BANG!

However, instead of causing an explosion, the world energy in the orb instantly spread in the 3 kilometers wide region and right before the monster tide could even react…

Rumble!

Crack!

The nearby terrain started changing again… most of the land and trees started cascading towards the pit and covering all the cracks and air gap between those massive boulders that fell before.

Screams and roars filled the surrounding environment as the remaining monsters who luckily survived were now buried alive.

This was no longer a battlefield… but a massive graveyard.

Silence ensued and everyone who saw the aftermath of this first wave of the attack was stupefied.

Sigurd on the other end had a carefree expression.

What would happen if all your enemies were buried underground… alive?

Did it matter if they had strong bodies or incredible strength?

What if they couldn't even breathe?

How would they even resist or struggle?

What if they just suffocated to death while unable to move?

What if their bodies were poked through by spears and stone projectiles while being crushed from above?

What Blackwall did here wasn't just utilizing the terrain to his advantage… no, he turned it into a slaughterhouse.

First, he created a big wall to attract and amass all the monsters of the enormous tide in a single spot.

Then, he made the ground hollow from the inside and created spikes within while controlling the surface as the monster army marched upon it.

And once most of them were gathered in the place of battle… they simply fell to death.

Yet, this wasn't enough to completely eradicate the enemy force. So Blackwall used the soil to simply seal the deal as thousands of monsters had no choice but to devotee their bodies and become fossil fuel for future generations of living beings.

"Alright then. Let's go to the other side." spoke Sigurd merrily and flew away to the other 3 sides.

In an hour… he performed the same battle tactic and completely subjugated the monster on all fronts.

There wasn't even a single casualty or any of their soldiers had a scratch on their bodies.

Not only did Sigurd single-handedly stop the monster tide… there wasn't even a drop of blood or a body on the ground except for extremely well-paved and flat grounds akin to a football field.

At this point, all the soldiers of Lukania, the Lukion tribe council members and anyone who was in a position of authority or fought in this battle had seen how one Saint alone killed more than 150 thousand monsters without even drawing his weapon or the shield.

Orion Grayborne was simply dumbfounded after witnessing the battle himself.

[If this person fought in an open battle against an army of soldiers… who can even face him on the ground?

He will simply bury them alive before they even draw their weapons.] he thought, his mind running wildly.

Not only him but everyone present was truly impressed because what Sigurd did was something no other guild had managed to achieve ever since these annual monster tides started 9 years ago.

But all of them knew the deciding factor here.

It's not that other saints of other guilds and their mercenary warriors were incapable.

Just that they had the wrong approach towards the issue.

They faced the enormous monster tide in a direct clash and lacked earth elemental abilities or had any incredibly astounding control of the terrain like Sigurd.

Finally, the supposed 2nd wave came and their fate was no different. As for the Lord and High Lord rank monsters that appeared, Sigurd killed them with a single slash of his battleaxe, showing his great might to the clients.

After the tide was taken care of… all the inhabitants of Lukania came to learn of what transpired during the tide. Without suffering a single loss of life or having their homes destroyed this time… the doom was averted and they all had only one person to thank for saving their lives.

On this day, the Great Wall of Lukania came into existence and Sigurd Suttungr of the Misthios guild and their Savior was now titled as…

Lord of Battlefield.