The Most Powerful Spiritist On Earth (1)
The moon was splitting.
The stars increased their distances from each other.
Throughout Latna’s starry and moonlit skies, the curtains of the world protected by Kybriel, the Goddess of Darkness, were observed to be unveiling in a strange phenomenon.
Subsequently, powerful Alien energies eroded the grasslands.
Boom!
It didn’t take long for countless glowing eyes to begin flashing across the vast fields.
The monsters’ gazes were filled with bloodlust.
Grrrr…
Grrrr…
The soldiers’ expressions stiffened.
“Ahh…”
“Crazy, what’s all that?”
There were countless of them, and none of them were weak.
Great Ogres, Chimera Trolls, Lesser Manticores, Arc-Lizardmen, and even Rune Drakans, which had the shape of dragons over three meters tall, were among the monsters.
Unlike Aliens, Latnains used their knowledge to infer the level of the monsters.
The Hunters shivered.
All of them were monsters ranging from level 60 to 70.
Occasionally, they would even see a monster over level 80.
“Damn! Rune Drakans is a monster that appears only in the Four Prohibited Areas!”
“That’s just jumping from the bottom?”
Located in the middle of the continent, Turricon Plains had the weakest protection of the Night in the kingdom of Allendia.
The number and level of the monsters that appeared were crazy.
Thousands of beasts were already filling the meadow.
They stared at the divided moon and cried in unison.
Grrrr!
Their shrieks and roars made the ground itself tremble.
It was tremendous enough to be on par with the claps of lightning.
Even the regular army of the Fairy Kingdom’s highly disciplined military division lost their courage.
Fear and anxiety lingered throughout the camp.
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“Monsters…”
Watching it from the window of the tent, Hollien grinned.
“They’re here.”
She was calm despite the nightmarish sight.
“Then shall we go out?”
Leslie asked in surprise.
“Are you not armed?”
At that moment, Hollien was dressed in a blue dress with colorful jewels.
She looked elegant and beautiful as a queen of a country. However, her outfit didn’t suit the battlefield at all.
Hollien snorted at Leslie’s question.
“Why arm me against those bastards?”
In that outfit and wearing the queen’s crown, she calmly left the barracks.
The knights waiting outside quickly followed in Hollien’s footsteps.
Everyone seemed nervous due to the might of the incoming monsters.
“Everyone, relax. If you are so stiff, how can you swing your sword properly?”
Joking at the knights, she walked to the front of the camp.
Hundreds of troops were already in order.
After making a large podium with ectoplasm and climbing on it, Hollien spoke to everyone.
“You don’t have to be afraid, Allendia’s warriors!”
A clear, resonant cry rang in the ears of all the soldiers.
It was made to spread widely using spiritual art.
“The Goddesses of Latna will protect you!”
The soldiers’ expressions slowly changed.
Their fear faded away little by little. Excitement and courage took over.
“Look, there are the enemies of our world!”
She strengthened her voice, pointing to the thousands of approaching monsters.
“Go! Fight and bring home victory!”
The leading knights pulled out long swords and shouted passionately.
“Everyone, forward!”
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* * *
Turricon Plain was covered in darkness.
Thousands of monsters galloped over the lightless meadow.
Roars erupted, causing the ground to shake and ears to ring.
Allendia’s army against the hordes of hell was only a few hundred.
They were inferior in terms of both numbers and levels.
Logically, they shouldn’t expect victory.
Nevertheless, the knights were not afraid.
They bravely ran through the meadow and continued to encourage the soldiers.
“You don’t have to be afraid!”
“The Fairy Queen is behind your back!”
“Latna’s strongest Spiritist is protecting us!”
Hollien grinned as she saw Allendia’s army on the march.
“They are full of fighting spirit.”
She slowly pulled up Prana.
“Then I’ll have to live up to their expectations, right?”
Her right hand pointed to the ground.
Dark blue light gushed out everywhere.
“The power of Rhamniana flows into a river…”
The blue light became a huge current, covering the entire Allendia army.
And it permeated in everyone’s body, turning into power.
It was a spiritual art that amplified the physical abilities of the troops.
“What about this darkness?”
“It’s the Queen’s spiritual art!”
“Oh, my God! I’m full of energy!”
The soldiers who felt the change burst into cheers.
They felt more than two or three times stronger than normal in an instant.
That’s not where Hollien’s protection ended, either.
“Sorondi’s thousand-year-old radiance, protect their body…”
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Each web of light touched hundreds of soldiers and hung on their armor, causing their ordinary protection to turn into unbreakable layers.
“Yessen, let your fire serve as their sword that shall slay our foes.”
She spread her hands to both sides.
Hundreds of fireworks rose from both palms, soared into the sky, and then headed back to the ground.
Inferno fell on the troops, causing the power of destruction to burn on everyone’s sword.
Flutters!
Hundreds of flaming swords began to brighten the dark grassland.
“I’ve improved your physical ability, increased your defense, and heightened your damage output…”
Mumbling, Hollien raised her right hand high and pointed to the air.
“There’s only one left.”
A huge vortex penetrated the night sky.
Then it spread out and fell.
“Preleu, let your wind wash away their fear!”
A gentle breeze enveloped the entire Allendia army.
At the same time, their fear disappeared from their hearts.
Looking like legendary warriors of light, hundreds of soldiers charged towards thousands of monsters.
“Arghhhh!”
“Fight!”
“Protect this world against the invasion of evil demons!”
* * *
At the south of the Turricon Plains, a shallow hill about a kilometer from the battlefield…
Hiding in the vegetation, Han-bin and his group were looking at the battlefield.
He had already checked the Transcendental’s level, but that didn’t mean all the work was over.
They had to check the opponent’s tactics and her way of using spiritual arts.
To do so, he needed to see Hollien battle in person.
Three days ago, he stayed near the Allendia’s army camp and waited for a change to occur in the night.
If he got too close and got caught, he would get killed. Hence, he was more than a kilometer away.
Fortunately, Artis had a far-field vision spell, so it wasn’t difficult to scout around even if it was far away.
Eventually, Hollien went to battle herself, as he had hoped.
“What’s that? Is that possible?”
Surprised, Han-bin made a blank expression.
Artis and Effir also groaned.
“Oh, my God, I knew she was strong, but…”
“I didn’t expect it to be like that…”
Did she just use her spiritual arts on hundreds of allies at the same time?
Besides, her power had gone beyond common sense.
Hundreds of Allendians couldn’t be pushed back by thousands of monsters.
They maintained a strong line, continuously swinging their deadly blades in the process.
A soldier fought one-on-one against the Great Orc, which was more than 2 meters tall.
Hunters lightly cut off the Lesser Manticores’ necks, a feat that usually required several people to be done.
The knights traveled through the battlefield and blew away three or four Chimera Trolls’ necks in one shot.
Ryu Han-bin trembled as he saw Allendia’s army, who rose again like zombies no matter how many times they collapsed.
“At this point, the Allendians aren’t fighting with Hollien’s assistance. Hollien’s fighting by using Allendia’s army as a tool.”
Artis burst into a lament.
“Is that the true power of the Transcendental…?”
She was tapping her fingers gracefully behind the army.
Nevertheless, her influence covered the entire battlefield.
Get up.
Get up and fight.
Leon Hart sighed deeply.
“… that’s a powerful spiritual art. Was her level 155?”
Han-bin replied, grumbling.
“How many times have I told you? I didn’t see it wrong.”
He couldn’t believe his Guideline fully, but at least its level-checking function had never failed him.
“It would be strange if an error occurred only this time.”
At that point, it wouldn’t be an error, but someone would be maliciously manipulating it.
However, Leon Hart looked like he still couldn’t understand.
“Even though the Fairy Queen is a genius from heaven…”
On the present continent, after Hollien, the next most powerful spiritist was Plater Cabane, the head of the Sages, the Spiritists’ Guild headquarters.
At the age of 70 that year, his level was as high as 121.
And Leon Hart, the Templar Lord of Kybriel, was level 112.
It meant that the level of the top two was about that much.
Therefore, the level of the Transcendental was estimated around mid-130 at most.
But level 155?
“There’s a 34-level gap between the first and second places?”
What was even more frightening was that Genovia and Garhan would also be on a similar level.
He couldn’t understand it.
No matter how much the Top Three talents penetrated the sky, those a rank below them were also born with natural talents.
That was why they were able to get there.
“The level gap shouldn’t be this much…”
It couldn’t be explained by saying they were simply geniuses among geniuses.
Kibie tilted her head at the agonizing Leon Hart.
“Is that so weird?”
The strongest three had trained for 40 to 50 years more than Leon Hart.
Then wasn’t it natural that the gap widened that much?
“Leon Hart will be just as strong when he’s about the same age as them, right?”
Leon Hart smiled bitterly.
“Human beings don’t get as strong as they get overtime, Kibie.”
No matter how much of a genius he was, his growth slowed down as he began to grow older after his prime.
“She could still be stronger. It’s strange not to regress due to old age…”
Remaining silent, Leon Hart’s eyes widened.
‘Wait, come to think of it…!’
He didn’t grow old.
Blessed by the Goddesses, he had returned to his youth.
Was that all?
He could maintain that youth until he died.
“Oh, my God!”
He let out a scream.
He told them the answer with his mouth.
It had been more than 30 years since the Goddess blessed the Top Three.
“Then they’ve been in their prime for decades!”
