Way of Overlord-Chapter 389: End of the Battle

This battle is a battle of will.

But this battle is also decided even earlier.

Strength is not enough, the body is weak, the young against the old, an ambitious conqueror and a person whose ambition is simple, maybe from the beginning the ending of this battle has been written in the star.

The spear is cut into two.

Without breaking stride, Aeryon swung his sword, in a great arc, the edges of the sword singing as it sliced through the air.

It was the last moment. It is the last breath. And in that moment, that only Yanlan would know, he could feel the power of this sword move.

The sword in Aeryon hand moved, as if it is being wielded at all, but rather a force of nature acting naturally.

Like a soft breeze that stirred the grass beneath their horses, the sword blade swaying gently, silently.

Aeryon hand moves the sword, the sword followed that rhythm, slicing through the air with a grace so subtle, so delicate , it seems to meld with the air itself, making the sword seems invisible, melding with nature.

But that softness hides a terrifying sharpness, like a sudden invisible gust of wind that could shear through the mist of the dawn

Aeryon sword move so swiftly, that no shadow followed it, its gleam fading into the air as though it had never existed.

Only the faint echo of the wind, betrayed its deadly presence, a fleeting shimmer, a flash of light that only Yanlan could see.

When you are about to die, your mind become absolutely clear or you become so muddleheaded you did not even know you are about to die

But Yanlan as he was facing this sword move, it is almost like he is seeing that sword in slow motion coming to his neck.

He could see it but his body could not move fast enough to dodge this sword.

He could only widened his eyes.

And in that instant , time seems to stretch for infinity.

All he could feel right now is this feeling like he is faced with a Great Truth.

Aeryon hand right now is like the wind, the sword is like the grass. And he is a fly that is flying to close to the swaying grass.

And then his heart beat. Like a drum. Like a drum that is about to explode. And then everything moves again.

But he could not dodge. He could not avoid. He could only accept it.

Because the sword already reached its mark.

There is no sound of steel meeting feeling flesh, that tearing sound of steel slicing through meat.

Only the feeling of a wind breeze passing his neck.

"what a swift sword!" this is probably Yanlan last thought.

Blood blossomed like a flower; the wind that appears made the blood flew away from Aeryon.

The cut...was so fine, so impossibly swift, that Yanlan body didn’t even seem to register that deadly strike until a moment later.

The feeling of something wet drips across his neck, and only then he registers it.

When the first drop of blood touched the earth beneath his horse, his head slowly slides off from his neck.

The last thing he should see is the sun above his head as his head falls to the ground. Yet, in his eyes right now, there is only the image of that sword.

It was like he was trapped in that moment, when a second stretched to infinity.

Aeryon did not pull out back his sword, instead, he allows it to be there, pointing toward the distance, gleaming with the serenity of a passing cloud.

Like the wind, it left nothing behind but silence.

The feeling of being killed by such a powerful and mystical swordsmanship is only felt by Yanlan.

He is the first person that have the honoured to be cut by Aeryon new sword technique.

To others, all the see is Aeryon doges Yanlan spear attack and make a slice

And then in one attack, Yanlan head was cut off, his head slides off from his neck.

What a terrifying sight for people!

What a powerful swordsmanship!

What a swift method!

Then slowly the lifeless body of Yanlan slides off from his horse and the body fell to the ground.

Another hero of the grassland falls. One of the tribe of the Kazan would fall today.

Will Aeryon use this victory to inherit the Kazan legacy? For now, that question is unanswered.

Aeryon attack is simply because of his ambition to rush north, to have a way to go to center of the board and one day able to attack from any direction he wants.

But today, if he truly conquers one of the Kazan offshoot, who knows if Aeryon would try to inherit the Kazan legacy and compete with the other Kazan offshoot.

Today victory would be a sign to those that are wise and a warning to those who are muddleheaded.

The young wolf is not just baring its fang, it is ready to bite!

The horse neighed and runs away

Aeryon smiles.

At the same time, Xiwanu and Lughan who was fighting Belarion at this time also quickly order for a retreat.

These two people might find it hard to fight against Belarion and pin him down but if they wanted to run away, not many people could stop them.

Xiwanu and Lughan both lead their men away and Cahya and Chulun and the man wielding the spear also quickly retreated.

Belarion and Aeryon sense the opportunity.

The moment that Yanlan dies, the soldiers that witness the death of their chief, faltered almost immediately

Xiwanu and Lughan knows that they could not hold on and quickly retreated. Cahya and Chulun seeing their superiors also abandoning the battlefield, also follows

"The land belong to me!" Aeryon shouted and behind him, his soldiers shouted with him shaking the land.

The victory declaration raise the morale even more and Aeryon right now really shook the heart of the Wustkazan men

His horse reared, and Aeryon rushed forward once more.

This time, the enemy soldiers is in disarray.

Even though Steppe warriors could handle themselves individually, morale is also important.

Aeryon now possesses all the advantages and when he rush forward, he could easily kills people who is running and showing their back to him.

His sword become faster than before, cutting down everyone that is running

His sword could not be stopped.

Even before they retreated, no one could stop Aeryon.

Now that all of the Wustkazan great warrior is running away from the battlefield, there is no one else that could contain Aeryon

However, no one knows that right now Aeryon is suppressing the pain.

He feel exhausted.

He feels drained.

But he must not stop.

So, he forces himself.

Fortunately, only a few second after Aeryon rushes forward, Belarion rushes forward toward him creating a path.

The army of the enemy scattered

And then not long after Tabyak and Murong also appears. Murong appears from the direction of Yanlan. Tabyak appears from the other side leading to the Kan.

Right now, the victory is already decided and Murong army is like a ferocious beast.

Tabyak is systematically protecting the Kan, sending his elite warriors to gather around Aeryon.

Aeryon did not ned to do much as he now is fully protected by the warriors around him and he needs only to give orders.

Five thousand men against ten thousand men.

In a direct attack, the five thousand men won.

Aeryon always felt that form the moment he did not spare any of his resources to train his men and equip them with armor and sharp weapons, he would increase the strength of his tribe in military force.

And today, all of that preparation shows its result.

Many people who is smarter surrender their arms, and lay down their weapons.

Unlike other chief, Aeryon usually absorbs the tribe into his army.

Those who are on the edges of the battlefield could quickly retreated and as they look at the battlefield, they could not help but sighed.

They could see hundreds of their men was slain in a span of mere moment. The changes in morale determine the victory and defeat.

Aeryon method was simple.

But undoubtedly it is the simplest way.

The battlefield is now littered with the bodies of Kazan men.

In just a few moment, Yanlan army broke almost completely.

Aeryon routed the army, Tabyak and Murong kills all the retreating soldiers, all of Kazan warriors now fled.

Their morale shattered beyond repair.

It did not take long for the entire battlefield to be settled after the death of Yanlan. As the dust settled, Aeryon sat tall upon his horse, the edges of his blade is clean

It almost seems like the blood could not stay on his sword edges. Belarion then rode to his side

"we won" Belarion simply states the fact

"Send Tabyak and Murong to send the prisoners back to our tribe. Send some people to inform the clans and the small tribes. Ask them to swore fealty to me. I need to take a rest first. I give the right to control the army here to you"

Belarion nodded

With the death of the Wustkazan chief, there is no longer any considerable threat.

Aeryon look at the battlefield and he chuckles a bit.

Death is terrifying.

But the feeling of surviving that death gives rise to foreign feeling.

No, he had felt this before.

This kind of relief.

Aeryon then goes to the settlement of the Wustkazan and the tent of the chief of Wustkazan is cleaned by the servants so that Aeryon could take a rest in it.

Aeryon returns to the tent and it is only after the tent curtain is closed down, Aeryon laid himself down on a thick blanket made of fur.

Now that the battle is over, he felt sore all over his body.

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