Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

Blake urged his horse to rush toward Fredrinn. 'I must eliminate you, Fredrinn Firecrown!'

With this thought in mind, he swung his axe diagonally while drawing a symbol with his spiritual power. Normally, one had to physically form the symbol with their own hands, but Nascent Soul martial practitioners were capable of interacting with the Qi in their surroundings using their spiritual power. This was the innate power that one could awaken once they formed their Nascent Soul!

[Whirlwind Slash!]

This axe technique had a simple name, but its power was devastatingly destructive. It gathers the Qi in the surroundings to form a rampaging whirlwind that would destroy everything in its path!

As the main target of the attack, Fredrinn felt the fearsome power of this technique. His clothes fluttered wildly as the fierce winds swept through him.

'Can my shield block that?' He was skeptical, but he had no choice. He could only raise the Lithinum Shield and pray that it could block the rampaging whirlwind.

His mount was already protesting because of the intense pressure. To ease the pressure on his mount, Fredrinn wrapped its body with his Qi.

At this moment, the whirlwind crushed everything in its path and finally struck Fredrinn's shield. As if something magical happened, the whirlwind lost its power and slowly dissipated.

"Huh?!" Blake was stunned when he saw this. He was already imagining Fredrinn being torn apart by the whirlwind, but the latter actually came out unscathed!

He narrowed his eyes into slits. 'That shield must be an artifact.' He refused to believe that Fredrinn was a Nascent Soul martial practitioner like him so the only possible explanation was that the shield was a powerful item.

Fredrinn's horse only took a few steps back after he blocked the fearsome whirlwind. 'It really worked!'

Meanwhile, the two armies had already clashed and in the first collision, the outer layer of the Firecrown Household's wedge formation nearly collapsed. Dozens of martial practitioners died on the spot, but the people behind them quickly adjusted their position to prevent the formation from falling apart.

"How could this be?"

"How did they block our elite cavalry's advance?"

"They don't even have a lot of Core Formation martial practitioners on their side!"

The martial practitioners of the Blackcrow Household were stunned when they saw the situation.

"Spear! Pierce through them!" Fredrinn suddenly shouted.

As if they had been waiting for his command, the warriors of the Firecrown Household pushed their spears and struck the enemies in front of them.

"Kill them!"

"Kill the invaders!"

"Protect our land!"

Despite the overwhelming difference in cultivation, they managed to inflict serious damage on Blake's army.

Seeing this, Blake's face darkened. "Crush them! Destroy their formation!" His voice was filled with rage. He didn't expect that the enemies that he looked down upon could cause this much damage to his troops.

Blake turned his head. His eyes locked onto Fredrinn who was in the forefront of the wedge formation. If he could kill him, the wedge formation would collapse and the Firecrown Household's martial practitioners would lose their fighting spirit.

"You, you, you, and you! Follow me to kill that bastard!" He randomly pointed at four Core Formation realm warriors.

Blake and the four warriors urged their mounts to charge toward Fredrinn. When they closed the distance, they executed their battle techniques and released it!

A drop of sweat trickled down Fredrinn's face. 'They are starting to get impatient. Blake's personality is still the same as before. What a hotheaded idiot!' He cursed in his mind.

"My lord!"

Gunnar and the others shouted anxiously when they saw that he was in a tough situation. They wanted to help him, but they were also tied up by a huge number of enemies.

"Don't mind me! Focus on yourself! We must survive until reinforcements are here!" Fredrinn shouted. He couldn't afford to lose Gunnar, Aurelius, or Cain. If even one of them died, the pressure on the troops would increase and their chances of survival would drop significantly.

"How dare you look away?!" Blake's voice drifted into his ears.

Fredrinn immediately raised his shield to block the combined attack of Blake and the other four warriors.

This time, his horse could no longer stand the overwhelming force. It collapsed and emitted a pained cry.

Fredrinn jumped in midair and somersaulted backward. Before he could even land on the ground, a series of attacks was already aimed his way.

He already anticipated this so he turned the Lithinum Shield to the side.

Bang!

He managed to block the attacks, but the force sent him flying into the air.

"My lord!" Cain killed the enemies around him without bothering to block their weapons. Although he managed to kill the enemies, he was also struck in numerous parts of his body. He ignored the pain and caught Fredrinn.

"Are you alright, my lord?"

"I'm fine," Fredrinn responded weakly. His left arm was feeling numb. He also lost all sensation in the left part of his body.

He raised his head and stared at the enemies. 'How could we win this battle? Is there even a way for us to win?' He realized that he was too arrogant and overconfident. He thought that he would overcome all odds given his knowledge of the future, but he was wrong. He had underestimated the Blackcrow Household.

'That bastard Raphael would definitely laugh if he saw me in this state.' This random thought crossed his mind.

"My lord, almost half of our troops are dead. We must retreat now! You must not die here!" Cain muttered while eliminating the enemies pouncing at them.

'Even with the Crown of Eternal Glory, we still couldn't win…' Fredrinn gritted his teeth.

At this moment, Blake suddenly appeared in front of them. "Die, Fredrinn Firecrown!!"

Fredrinn's face fell. He stepped in front of Cain and lifted his shield.

Bang!

Blake's axe struck his shield and sent the both of them flying in midair.