Whenever the Death Knight tried to swing his sword, it felt like something kept getting tangled up in his movements. As a result, he wasn’t able to wield his sword the way he wanted to.

It was as if this kid, Vermouth’s descendant, was reading his mind and preemptively blocking the trajectory of his sword.

‘He must be good at prediction,’ the Death Knight guessed. ‘Just how… far ahead is he looking?’

This couldn’t be just an innate sense he had been born with. Instead, Eugene’s prediction was based on experience that had been accumulated and tested over time.

The Death Knight had never expected that, in this era of peace, there would be someone as adept at fighting as he himself was. He had heard from his Master that barely any wars had been fought during these past three hundred years.

‘This isn’t good,’ the Death Knight assessed soberly.

It wouldn’t matter if the only opponent he had to deal with was just Eugene Lionheart, but there were still the three Tower Masters of Aroth standing behind him. The Saint of this current era, who so closely resembled Anise, wasn’t an existence that could be ignored either.

The Death Knight carefully considered his options, ‘If I use Ignition… will I be able to kill them all?’

His corpse, which had been made into a Death Knight, no longer possessed a beating heart. However, there was still a Core in his chest. Although this Core was composed of dark power instead of mana, it was still possible to amplify his own strength by deliberately overclocking his Core.

If he used Ignition, he would be able to generate so much dark power that even an undead body like his wouldn’t be able to withstand it. So he would still have to deal with the recoil. However, it wouldn’t just be the kind of recoil that would leave him unable to move his body after using Ignition like it had been while he was alive, nor would it reduce his lifespan. Instead, the more dark power he explosively generated, the more this undead body of his would deteriorate.

“Tch,” the Death Knight clicked his tongue and furrowed his brow.

The sword he was using to combat Tempest’s windstorm was crumbling right before him. The Death Knight threw away the sword that was no longer usable and covered his hands with dark power. He then condensed this dark power between his palms to create a black ball of explosive force.

Boooom!

The explosion managed to briefly blow away the windstorm. In that short opening, the Death Knight’s right hand...