Chapter 147: Jon Wreaks Havoc on All Fronts
Summer Sea, Lys Islands, City of Lys
"Boom... Crack..."
"Agh... Argh..."
Jon brandished Dark Sister, sweeping out a vicious slash. The City Watch soldiers blocking his path were blasted away by his overwhelming strength as though struck by an invisible storm.
Under Jon's terrifying assault, their bodies traced arcs through the air before crashing violently to the ground.
"Aaaaah..."
"My hand..."
"Captain Kamon was killed by him!"
...
Many soldiers caught in the shockwave collapsed onto the ground, writhing and screaming in pain.
By the time they realized what had happened, many of their comrades and officers had already died. Their voices carried disbelief and fear; Jon's attack was so monstrous that they were utterly shaken, many unable even to stand.
The soldiers who had escaped the main impact stared at Jon with fear and awe, as if they were looking upon a divine warrior descended from the heavens.
"Don't be afraid! He's only one man! Attack together!"
"That's right!"
"Together!"
...
Soon, however, these soldiers realized Jon truly was alone. Seeing their own numerical advantage, some lower-ranking officers began to regain their courage.
With the renewed shouting, the soldiers frozen by terror gradually recovered their fighting spirit. Jon's attack was terrifying, but he was still only one person, while they still had many men left.
Encouraged by those around them, many City Watch soldiers who had previously been too frightened to rise scrambled back to their feet.
"Come, then!"
With a thunderous roar, Jon charged again while wielding Dark Sister. Under the moonlight, he resembled a demonic god walking through the darkness.
Jon's strength was so immense that even the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Every swing of his blade carried overwhelming force, crushing all enemies before him. His figure moved like lightning across the battlefield; no one could halt his advance.
"Don't kill me! My hand..."
"Help..."
Squelch...
"I'll kill you—Urgh..."
"Die!"
Jon's horrifying combat strength filled the remaining members of the Lys City Watch with unprecedented fear and pressure. They had once believed their superior numbers would grant them an advantage, but before Jon, they seemed fragile and powerless.
Jon did not even need technique.
Simple sweeping attacks were enough.
With his overwhelming strength and speed, every strike carried certain death.
Whether armored or not, anyone struck by Dark Sister became nothing more than a mangled corpse. Even when some soldiers attempted to form battle lines, they were immediately shattered by Jon's assault.
His attacks inflicted more than physical destruction.
They destroyed morale itself.
Jon's existence threw the entire battlefield into complete chaos, making organized resistance impossible.
"Is that guy a monster?"
"He's on our side... right?"
"So terrifying..."
...
Jon's sudden appearance gave the slave rebels—who had nearly collapsed from despair—a fresh surge of courage.
But after witnessing Jon's terrifying methods, they also became somewhat fearful.
Jon himself looked far more terrifying than anyone else present.
"I am Aegon Targaryen. You should be members of The Chainbreakers who rose in rebellion. Is there a Chainbreaker among you?"
After revealing his identity, Jon walked directly toward the slaves.
Seeing him approach, the slaves instinctively retreated in fear.
"Uh..."
Seeing their reaction, Jon felt somewhat puzzled.
These seemed to be scattered slave rebels. None of them appeared to belong to The Chainbreakers or the Sons of Aegon.
"Honorable Lord, we are slave rebels, but we became separated from the main force. We are willing to follow you into battle. Please lead us!"
A slave named Stone gathered his courage and stepped forward.
In his eyes, following Jon meant survival.
Perhaps they might even reunite with the main force.
Perhaps because he was too nervous, Stone failed to register Jon's introduction earlier.
Within the Pleasure Gardens, stories about Jon circulated every day.
Yet after witnessing Jon's overwhelming display of power, these slaves had subconsciously ignored everything except fear.
As Stone spoke, the others slowly began setting aside their fear and started considering following Jon to rescue their companions.
Meanwhile, Aro—the slave who had been preparing to make a suicidal stand against Magister Max Varez—had halted his charge because of the battle unfolding here.
After witnessing Jon's might, Magister Max Varez immediately ordered his troops to stop.
In truth, Max Varez wanted to flee.
But if he gave the order to retreat, he was certain his men would scatter instantly.
So now he was trapped.
Unable to leave.
Unable to stay.
He could only stand there helplessly.
As the slaves gathered together, Jon walked to the front of their formation.
Looking toward the soldiers assembled in disciplined ranks, Jon became somewhat curious about this Magister's courage.
"Good. Since you—"
"Please stop, my lord!"
Just as Jon prepared to charge again, Max Varez's terrified voice rang out from the crowd.
Hearing him, Jon lowered the hand he had raised.
"You're surrendering?"
Seeing their posture, Jon immediately guessed their intentions.
Max Varez's face instantly turned pale before flushing red with humiliation.
Jon's words were far too direct.
He had not intended to surrender.
He simply did not want needless casualties.
"I have no interest in surrender. Let me see how capable your soldiers are."
"No... please don't!"
Seeing Jon move again, Max Varez cried out in terror.
But before he could issue new orders, the soldiers in the front row had already come under attack.
"Hah!"
With a loud shout, Jon swung Dark Sister toward the front line.
"Bang... Crack..."
The enhanced Dark Sister descended like the hand of a giant, accompanied by a terrifying gust of wind.
The moment it connected, shields and armor were sliced apart instantly.
Squelch... Rip...
"Aaaaah..."
The soldiers in the front row only felt a cold sensation before their bodies suddenly became weightless.
Then they felt nothing.
Because Jon had cut them diagonally in half.
"De... Defend! Attack!"
Although the officer within the formation was terrified, he still shouted commands.
Until orders changed, they could only continue fighting.
Thus, despite the fear in their hearts, the soldiers forced themselves forward.
Even stepping on the corpses of comrades, they continued advancing.
Years of relentless drilling and obedience had turned discipline into instinct.
Even with fear consuming them, they advanced once commands were issued.
"Interesting."
Jon nodded with some appreciation.
Although productivity in this world remained low, military discipline and mental conditioning were extremely advanced.
Ordinarily, after suffering such devastation, they should have broken and fled.
Yet now they still advanced toward a monster like Jon.
"Then try this."
Seeing brute force alone wasn't enough to completely shatter them, Jon changed tactics.
He raised Dark Sister overhead.
Following a transformation, the massive sword shifted into its Scepter Form.
Then Jon withdrew the spellbook Lightning from his storage space.
Against tightly packed formations, magic was undoubtedly the superior choice.
"Rumble..."
Lightning descended from the heavens.
This simultaneous assault of light and sound instantly stunned the soldiers opposite him.
"Ouch..."
"My... my hand!"
"What are you saying?!"
...
Max Varez's troops were truly unfortunate.
They had already been crushed mentally by Jon's overwhelming physical strength.
Now he had begun summoning lightning itself.
"Rumble..."
Bolts of lightning struck the soldiers repeatedly.
Jon's lightning attacks did more than kill.
They systematically shattered the enemy's remaining willpower.
At this moment, Jon resembled a giant living storm generator.
From the moment he unleashed the spell, Max Varez's forces could no longer advance even several meters.
Under the bombardment of lightning, soldiers collapsed one after another.
One by one they fell upon the road leading toward Jon.
Though individual strikes did not kill instantly, under continuous attacks, the soldiers who had fallen first slowly died amid paralysis and agony.
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