Chapter 646

The conceptual manifestation, Reversal Body, which reflects the threat of flying spears and swords back at the enemy. This technique was an overwhelming force for the masters of Landenburg, even more so than Or-han’s Indestructible Body.

Unlike the Indestructible Body, where attacks are meaningless but still possible, as long as Glar maintained his Reversal Body, they couldn’t even swing their swords at him.

Even if they attacked Glar with all their might, they would only end up injuring themselves.

“An absolute defense surpassing Or-han…!? How can we even lift a hand or foot…!?”

It was nothing short of a nightmare for the swords of Landenburg.

Or-han, with just the simple heroic tale of his body becoming indestructible, reigned as an invincible warrior that no knight in the world could defeat. But this was on a whole other level.

If Glar’s abilities were on par with superhumans like Or-han or Ha-shal-leur, the masters of Landenburg would have been annihilated in an instant.

“No, that can’t be. If that were the case, he would have been the ruler of Ka`har. There must be some weakness we don’t know about, something that prevents him from surpassing the Indestructible Body!”

The third sword, William, shouted as if encouraging his juniors. He believed there was a weakness in the Reversal Body. If there were no weakness, Glar would have surpassed Or-han and become the strongest on the Great Plains.

The fact that Glar was a War Chief of the Black Armies was proof enough that even the seemingly invincible Reversal Body couldn’t surpass the Indestructible Body.

Of course, there was a possibility that his reasoning was wrong.

Glar might have chosen to remain a War Chief out of loyalty to Or-han, or his abilities might simply not match Or-han’s, making the Reversal Body a heroic tale that surpasses the Indestructible Body in every way.

But William decided not to consider or mention the possibility that the Reversal Body had no weakness.

Considering the enemy as invincible would only demoralize the troops and offer no advantage in battle.

In any case, the masters of Landenburg desperately fought, believing that Glar had some weakness, and one by one, they fell.

Michel, thinking that long-range attacks might work, had his throwing spear returned to his lower abdomen.

Karim, trying to see if he could break through the Reversal Body with sheer force, delivered a full-powered strike, only to prove with his shattered shoulder blade that their strength wasn’t enough.

Hayden, assuming there was a limit to how long the Reversal Body could be maintained or how many times it could reflect attacks, unleashed a barrage of quick, shallow strikes, only to have them all reflected, leaving his body tattered.

Yan and William focused more on defense, hoping to exhaust Glar’s stamina, but as mere masters, they couldn’t hold out until Glar, who had reached the Realm of Heroes, tired.

Thus, in just three minutes, five masters were reduced to severely wounded casualties.

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William’s assumption wasn’t entirely wrong. The Reversal Body did have a fundamental weakness. It’s just that the five fallen masters couldn’t exploit it.

‘It’s certain. He can’t reflect the Wrath of Keres!’

‘So that’s why he didn’t come closer to me!’

After a few perilous minutes of intense combat, Nigel and Heinrich, who had managed to endure without a scratch unlike the other masters, realized the weakness of the Reversal Body.

Its vulnerability to wide-area attribute attacks.

The commonality between Heinrich’s heroic tale, the Wrath of Keres, and Nigel’s Eberond’s Holy Spear was that they didn’t attack the enemy directly but swept through the area where the enemy stood.

Moreover, they weren’t tangible like spears or swords but used intangible forces like vibrations and electrocution.

That was the weakness of the Reversal Body.

Glar’s life, true to his Ka`har Warrior roots, was far removed from sorcery. The attacks he had faced throughout his life were limited to spears, swords, arrows, punches, and stone throws.

Thus, his conceptual manifestation, the Reversal Body, recognized and responded only to those types of attacks.

On the grasslands, that was enough. Unlike Or-han, who could endure reflected attacks and unleash a barrage until Glar’s strength gave out, other warriors couldn’t even touch him.

But against the Westerners, it was a different story. The Western legions didn’t reject the combat power of priests and magicians, whom the grassland warriors considered sorcerers. On the contrary, they welcomed and actively employed them.

Though the number of magicians willing to step onto the frontlines instead of comfortable research positions was extremely limited.

If Glar had faced seven high-level magicians instead of seven knights, he wouldn’t have been able to flaunt his Reversal Body. He would have been too busy dodging their spells to even think of counterattacking.

Of course, recruiting seven combat-ready high-level magicians was harder than recruiting twenty masters, so this was merely theoretical.

High-level magicians, who could live comfortably as vassals of imperial nobles, had no reason to step onto the bleak frontlines.

Most of them pursued deeper knowledge of magic, with no interest in the empire’s peace or the threats from the grasslands.

Thus, Landenburg had only forty magicians, and not a single high-level one.

Even those forty were all deployed to maintain the trap set to capture Or-han.

Heinrich, aware of this, decided to rely on combat priests instead of magicians, thinking it was better than nothing.

“Bring all the combat priests you can find! Those who can perform wide-area miracles!”

“Yes!”

A soldier, hearing Heinrich’s command, hurriedly ran toward the rear of the barrier.

Most priests were stationed in the rear positions behind the barrier, not on the frontlines. Combat priests were as valuable as magicians, and since they belonged to the church order rather than noble private armies, they couldn’t be recklessly expended.

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Around that time, Glar also realized that the enemies had noticed the weakness of his Reversal Body.

‘They’ve figured out the limits of the Reversal Body….’

It was an obvious realization.

One was shaking the ground like crazy, and the other was raining down lightning. How could they not notice?

Even Glar hadn’t realized the weakness of the Reversal Body until he experienced it firsthand.

‘But what does that matter!’

Though his conceptual manifestation, the Reversal Body, was half-neutralized, Glar felt no sense of defeat.

The gap between those who had transcended the wall and those who hadn’t wasn’t something that could be closed just by countering one conceptual manifestation.

Can’t reflect with the Reversal Body? Then block, dodge, and close in to cut them down. It would just take a bit more time, but his superiority was absolute.

Though the fact that it would take more time did fuel his anger.

In a situation where he needed to rush to Or-han’s side as quickly as possible, he was being held back by a couple of knights weaker than himself.

“I’ll tear you apart!”

He raged even more fiercely, unleashing a storm of curved sword strikes.

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Frederick, the Third Legion Commander of the Empire, bit his lip as he glanced at the battlefield where Glar and the swords of Landenburg were locked in a fierce struggle.

‘This isn’t good…!’

Though it seemed they were somehow holding their own against a Ka`har who had reached the Realm of Heroes, from a distance, it looked like they were just buying time with no chance of victory.

‘If only I could join them….’

He, too, was a knight who had transcended the wall and reached the Realm of Heroes. Originally, he should have joined that battlefield to face Glar.

With just Heinrich, Hayden, and Nigel, maintaining a stalemate, let alone winning, would be tough.

The problem was, he couldn’t leave his current position.

“Run until your chest bursts! If we break through here, victory is ours!”

Ka`har warriors, running up the rocky mountain as if it were flat ground, charged toward him. On the rubble of the barrier destroyed by Ludwig’s strategy, Frederick, along with the empire’s heavy infantry, defended the pile of rocks like an iron fortress.

“Hold on with all your might!”

Frederick, positioned at the forefront of the heavy infantry, swung his sword and shouted without even wiping the blood splattered on him.

The battle on the rubble was incomparably fierce. If Frederick left the frontlines, they would be overrun in an instant.

Unlike the barrier, which required climbing tens of meters vertically, the pile of rubble was just a slightly higher hill for the warriors.

It was inevitable that most of the Ka`har forces, who hadn’t yet scaled the barrier, would converge there.