Reincarnated: I Became The First Warlord Of The World-Chapter 62

Willow charged headfirst into the storm of stone.

Her feet pounded the ground, heart thundering as she threw herself at the five earth soldiers without a shred of hesitation. The first one raised its arm to strike—she slid under it and slammed her fist into its core. The impact echoed... but it didn’t even flinch.

The second came swinging. She jumped back, then launched a sharp earth spike from the ground beneath it—only for the soldier to crush it underfoot like it was nothing.

Then came the third.

And the fourth.

And the fifth.

It didn’t take long for the battlefield to turn against her.

Their movements were too precise. Too fast. They weren’t bound by fatigue. They didn’t make mistakes. They were like a wall of magic and muscle, and no matter how hard Willow hit, they just kept coming.

Her body was bruised, her breathing ragged. She deflected one strike, only to get swept off her feet by another. A heavy stone arm collided with her side, sending her crashing into the ground with a sharp cry. She coughed, blood staining the corner of her lips, but she still tried to rise.

She wasn’t done.

But they were already upon her.

One of the earth soldiers raised its massive arm, aiming directly for her chest. Another flanked her side, blade-arm poised for the final blow. Their red glowing eyes stared down at her with no mercy, no hesitation.

She couldn’t move in time.

Her fingers clawed at the cracked dirt, trying to push herself up—just a second more—just one breath more—

Then—BOOM.

A loud thud exploded in front of her, followed by a shockwave that pushed the dust back in all directions.

Someone had appeared—right in front of her.

At first, she thought he was shielding her. She braced for the sound of clashing magic, of defensive walls.

But that never came.

Instead, she saw his back, Straight, Firm, Unshaken, Jonathan, She blinked, confused.

Was he just going to block the strike?

But then something about his stance made her freeze. His hands didn’t rise to guard. His body didn’t tighten in defense.

No...

Jonathan wasn’t blocking the attack.

He was charging one.

And before Willow could speak, he moved.

Without turning his head, without even acknowledging the panic around him, he calmly stepped in front of her.

His voice was quiet. Focused.

"Body Slam: Plus Two."

And then, like a thunderbolt, he exploded forward, the ground beneath him cracking wide open as his body surged with a blinding orange light.

Willow’s eyes widened, her heart nearly stopping in her chest as she watched Jonathan step forward—not to defend, not to delay, but to strike.

He’s going for the kill...?

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

There was no way Jonathan could destroy all five earth soldiers by himself. It wasn’t possible. These weren’t ordinary magic constructs. Paul had said it himself—even Captain Jake struggled with them. They were his strongest summon, bound with layered enchantments, each one as strong as a mid-ranked mage on its own.

And Jonathan?

He had already used his strongest move earlier.

The technique he used to destroy Paul’s massive earth ball—that was a peak strike, a show of everything he had.

But this? This formation of five intelligent, battle-hardened earth soldiers?

No way... he’ll only get himself killed.

Willow tried to rise, ignoring the pain in her ribs. She had to stop him. Had to pull him back before he threw his life away.

"Jonathan!" she shouted, desperation cracking in her voice.

But he didn’t turn.

Then something happened that made her freeze completely.

Jonathan’s body began to glow again—but this time, it wasn’t orange.

It was something deeper... darker, yet more alive. A roaring crimson-gold light surged around him like lightning wrapped in flame. It was wild, sharp, and unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Then came the pressure.

It hit her like a wave, pressing against her skin, making her chest feel tight. Her entire body began to shake—not from fear, but from the sheer force of the energy being released. Her instincts screamed, not in warning—but in awe.

This wasn’t the same energy as before.

This was something else, Something greater.

Before Willow could even begin to comprehend what it meant—Jonathan moved.

In a blink, he was gone from her sight.l, A deafening boom ripped through the air.

Then another, And another, And another.

One after the other, like thunder crashing through stone.

The five earth soldiers never had a chance.

Jonathan shot forward like a flash of divine judgment, his body leaving a crimson-gold trail in the air. His first strike shattered the chest of the lead soldier, reducing it to rubble. The second soldier turned to counter, but Jonathan was already there—a single palm to the core, and it collapsed in on itself.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t breathe, Every movement was surgical. Every hit was decisive.

The third fell with a spinning kick that broke through its arm and split its shoulder.

The fourth was caught mid-attack and crushed with a brutal upward punch.

The fifth tried to flee—it didn’t get far.

Jonathan dashed behind it and brought his hand down in a wide arc, and with a final roar of energy, the last soldier crumbled to dust.

Within seconds, it was over.

All five earth soldiers lay broken on the ground.

And standing at the center of the destruction was Jonathan—shoulders rising and falling slowly, the crimson-gold glow fading from his body like embers in the wind.

As the shattered remains of the five earth soldiers crumbled to the ground, the energy surrounding Jonathan shifted again—violently and instantly.

The fading crimson-gold aura ignited into a more dangerous shade—deep silver streaked with black, pulsing with fierce energy that seemed to tear through the air itself. His muscles tensed, his breathing sharpened, and then—his fingers morphed.

They stretched, sharpened, hardened—until they looked less like hands and more like predator’s claws, curved and gleaming like blades forged in raw magic.

Jonathan’s voice was calm—almost too calm—as he muttered:

"Jaguar Claws: Plus Two."

In the very next instant, he vanished.

A blast of wind burst out from where he had stood.

And then—destruction.

He zoomed past the crumbling earth soldiers, his claws extended, his body slicing through the air with terrifying speed.

As he passed them, the five bodies that were already falling apart were suddenly torn through mid-air, shattered completely into dust and fragments, like ancient statues meeting a divine storm.

Willow stood frozen, watching it happen.

Her lips parted slightly, Her eyes wide, He did it.

He had taken them down—not with a long drawn-out battle, not with help—but alone, and with only two moves.

The soldiers that were supposed to be untouchable... were reduced to nothing.

Willow’s body trembled slightly as a chill ran through her. She had never seen that kind of speed, that level of precision. Not from a squad member. Not from a captain.

Not even from Evan.

"This... isn’t just skill," she whispered. "This is something else..."

But she wasn’t the only one stunned.

Paul, standing just meters away, was frozen in disbelief.

He stared at the dust cloud rising from where his prized creations had once stood—his unbeatable soldiers. His magic-crafted monsters.

All of them... gone.

In seconds.

He barely had time to process the loss when—WHOOSH!

A blur appeared behind him.

Paul’s eyes widened as he instinctively spun around—and there was Jonathan, standing behind him, silent, deadly, his clawed fingers pulsing with residual energy.

"Bastard!!" Paul roared, his voice filled with fury and disbelief.

In a desperate attempt to take back control, he summoned his final card.

A full-body shield.

Earth magic surged through his body, covering his skin in thick, armor-like layers. It moved like living rock—dense, reinforced, and infused with runes. It was his most trusted technique—his strongest defense magic, one that had never failed him before.

A wall of solid stone covered every inch of his body.

No one had ever broken through it.

Paul stood confidently in his full armor of enchanted earth, the rocky plates shifting over his skin like a second layer of muscle.

This was his masterpiece—his invincible shield.

Not even Captain Jake, the most feared warrior in their entire squad, could break it in a single strike. Jake had needed multiple coordinated hits and deep strategy to even dent it during their sparring sessions.

But now? All Paul had to do was resist.

If he could withstand Jonathan’s next move—just one more attack—then he would have the opening he needed to activate his most dangerous offensive spell: a cage of molten earth spears, designed to trap and skewer anything that moved within it.

Paul smiled brightly as the thought crossed his mind.

Victory was already in motion.

Jonathan, however, stood calmly in front of him. No fear. No hesitation. He didn’t even speak right away.

But Paul could feel it—Jonathan was preparing something.

His eyes narrowed as Jonathan shifted his stance, his leg subtly rising.

Paul burst out laughing, arms wide.

"Whatever you’re trying won’t work!" he roared. "You’re wasting your time! I told you—nothing can break this defense!"