Is this really a Game?!

The array he was currently in was one that boosted the overall power of all the troops and shared damage between them, but another function, one that was only recently added and has transformed the array into something that when used properly, can defeat almost anyone, is the focus function.

For a brief period of time, only 5 seconds each hour, the array can pour all the power of the 1000 soldiers to the front, strengthening any attack one might perform and elevating it to a completely new level.

The attack Eisenhorn had just performed had not only reached Tier III, but was almost at the standard of a mid-grade Tier III attack.

For a peak Tier II fighter like the Executioner to take such a strike meant only one thing, death.

The battlefield suddenly stayed still as only the sound of hooves trampling on the ground could be heard, the sound of their weapons being used to slash apart the enemies and pierce through their ranks was deafening to everyone.

"Hey, did I see that right?" The Prince asked as he stood next to Lico who stared at Eisenhorn without moving a muscle. Lico suddenly turned to the side and stared at the Prince before speaking.

"Do you see that your Majesty?"

"That is the power our kingdom wields, the power of the man once called the strongest amongst all in the region."

"Yes, I still remember the tales I would be told when I was a child, the tales of uncle Eisenhorns exploits, his power, and the way he put fear into the hearts of our enemies, only for him to suddenly fall ill and lose all of that power."

"But now, now he is back, and with him, our victory here is assured," Lico said with full confidence before smiling slightly.

As for Eisenhorn, he and his cavalry continued plowing through the enemy army, nobody being able to stop them and their charge.

Even Raigon and the enemy king were looking at the scene with shock. To see Eisenhorn only take one hit to kill the second most powerful person the enemy army had was not something any of them had expected, but Raigon was one of those that knew about the newly installed array and how powerful it could be.

Originally, however, the plan was for Eisenhorn to use the array later and help him out when it came to dealing with the enemy king. With Eisenhorn using the power of the array in order to deal with the Executioner, that plan was now scrapped.

Raigon didn't understand Eisenhorn and what he was planning. Even though the array would only work for 5 seconds, if they had coordinated their attacks well, Eisenhorn and Raigon would have been able to deal damage and injure the enemy king, but that chance was now gone.

Not only would they need to wait for an hour in order for the array to be available once again, but the king now knew that something was up, seeing his most trusted advisor and right-hand man die in such a manner made alarm bells ring in his head.

He didn't know about the array, but he was certain that Eisenhorn himself hadn't reached Tier III and that the previous attack should have been impossible. With that information in his head, he now knew that there was definitely something up with the array. He had no idea how it worked, for how long it worked, or even if it could be done again, but he at least knew to be wary of the Einhards at this point.

As the battle continued, the two armies fought ferociously, but it was clear that it was the army of Riplas that was winning. Eisenhorn and his cavalry were like an unstoppable meat-grinder as they moved through the enemy army with ease, nobody being able to stop them in the slightest.

The king had tried to attack them a couple of times, but most of the attacks were blocked by Raigon, while those that made it through were blocked by Eisenhorn and the array.

Damage was still taken as an attack of a Tier III combatant was not something that was easily taken even when divided into a thousand pieces and spread through the troops. Some of the Einhards had some blood flow out their mouths as they had been injured, but most of them were still fine and could continue fighting.

'It's just like I thought.' Eisenhorn said to himself as a small smile appeared on his face.

'I can feel it, the barrier that was keeping me away from reaching my true potential with the glaive is wavering, cracks are appearing and I am inching closer to the truth with every swing.'

'No matter how long one practice, without using it in battle, you can never reach the top with any weapon.'

'Raigon, after this attack of mine, the rest will be up to you, I hope you can use it well.' Eisenhorn thought before suddenly breaking away from the Einhards.

The Einhards continued their slaughter, only this time being slightly slower and not as ferocious as the most powerful fighter amongst them had left. Lico, the prince, Raigon, and the enemy king were all surprised by the new change of events.

'Why would you leave the array!?' Raigon thought as he blocked another attack from the king.

He had been getting pushed back by the enemy during the battle, especially since he started blocking attacks that would go to Eisenhorn as well. He was already a bit injured but was still able to continue fighting with the same ferocity as before.

"Hahahahahaha!" The king laughed as he stared at the lone figure slaughtering his way toward him.

"EISENHORN!" The king shouted out as the whole battlefield shook from his voice alone.

"Hello Ansak, how's the scar treating you?!" Eisenhorn yelled out as he swung his glaive around before charging closer to the king.

"You bastard, to think you would dare charge at me, do you truly think this is the same as all those years ago?!"

"You are nothing, your power is nothing, not in front of me!" The king yelled out before grabbing his weapon and smashing down at Eisenhorn who seemed to be relatively calm at the attack.

Raigon was about to move and try to block the attack, only to stop after seeing Eisenhorn's calm demeanor and a signal that meant that he would be fine. He was confused as to what Eisenhorn had in his sleeves to actually pull something like this, but he would find out soon.

"My power is nothing?" Eisenhorn said as he chuckled.

"Compared to you who was given everything he has by some demon filth, my power is more than enough," Eisenhorn said in a serious tone before lifting his glaive.

'I have spent years alone, years of having no power and only being able to swing a normal glaive.'

'How many times did I swing it during that time?'

'How many millions, if not billions of swings did I make back then?'

'It doesn't matter.'

'Because I have found it, I have found the path forward, I have found my own way.'

[ Dragon Rises, Night Falls ]

Suddenly a high-pitched screech of a blade echoed through the battlefield as a silver light shone brightly around Eisenhorn.

"This was the last missing piece of my path," Eisenhorn said as he slashed up toward the king and his strike.

A fierce flood dragon appeared coiled around the glaive before being launched at the king. The sky above the battlefield seemingly changed, day turned to night, with the dragon being the only light source available to all of them.

Raigon and the king stared at the attack, both shocked to their very cores.

The dragon pierced through the attack before striking the king.

There was no suspense, no clash of power.

The dragon simply grazed the king as the latter tried to dodge and almost took his entire arm with it before flying up to the sky and disappearing. The sky once again went back to normal and it changed back to daytime.

The king's left arm was almost fully gone and a part of his leg was missing.

A wing was completely severed by the dragon as the king started falling down from the sky slowly.

Raigon immediately moved while Eisenhorn started falling to the ground.

A strong hand suddenly grabbed Eisenhorn from the back before pulling him up and placing him on a horse.

"Einhards, we return the general to safety!" The leading Einhard yelled out as the rest of them all charged together with him. Eisenhorn was safe.

Still, the silver light and the power of the dragon that Eisenhorn had summoned made an impact not only on the battlefield but throughout the entire world.