Levi took on hundreds of thousands as he went on a killing spree.
None was spared.
Though the Erudian banner was flying high and the Dragon Sword was still as shiny as ever, Levi began to feel worn out and drained.
With tattered clothes and soot on his face, Levi looked completely disheveled.
Covered in blood, no one knew if it was his or someone else’s.
Clank!
Ramming his sword into the ground, he needed a rest.
He was not God; he was only human.
“Haha, did you see that? He’s exhausted.”
“The Crown King isn’t immortal. He can grow weary and die too.”
“Hurry up and attack him! I don’t think he can hold on any longer,” Prince William shouted.
Levi’s signs of fatigue were good news to his enemies.
They had been waiting for this moment since forever because Levi always showed himself as an unbeatable war machine.
It’s a golden opportunity to finish him off when he’s weak.
“Charge!”
Refusing to give him a breather, hundreds of thousands darted toward Levi.
One hour, two hours, three hours had passed… Levi was still going strong, trying to last as long as he could.
Mount Drago was fully covered with corpses, the handicapped, and the injured.
The ongoing bloodshed painted the landscape red, as if it was the only color that ever existed.
Right then, Levi had arrived on Mount Drago.
He had completed half of the journey with the peak being just around the corner.
Bearing the Erudian banner on his back, Levi got down on one knee, holding the Dragon Sword with one hand.
Blood trickled down from the corner of his lips.
He was badly wounded.
Faced with an extensive number of rivals, he was drained of all energy.
Within the last three hours, he had fought a minimal of five hundred thousand men.
This is simply insane!
“Unbelievable!”
“Simply inconceivable!”
“Six hundred thousand versus one and yet he won?”
“I’d die a happy death in my dreams if such an unassailable fighter exists in Zarain.”
Prince William was flabbergasted.
That battle was how the Crown King rose to fame and received the title ‘God of War’.
The doubts that some people had when Levi was inaugurated as the Crown King vanished without a trace after witnessing the way he fought.
Winsor and the rest, on the other hand, finally realized the difference in capability between Levi and them.
Indeed, it was insurmountable.
After the endless rounds of savage battles, Levi was physically drained and severely wounded.
This was already pushing at the boundary of his limits.
If he was his former self, he would have died a long time ago. There was no chance for him to survive this.
Panting, Levi yelled at the sky, “Is that all? Anymore?”
Subsequently, he carried on.
From afar, Kuro Dragon let out an evil laugh. “The six hundred thousand troops have depleted his energy. He’s on the verge of collapsing. It’s time to release our trump card.”
Puzzled, Prince William asked, “Are they from the Ultimate class and God class?”
“That’s right. I’ve been saving the best for last.” Kuro Dragon smirked.
His plan was very simple.
First, employ a humungous troop to enervate his stamina. Then, finish him off with the best fighters.
At present, Kuro Dragon’s plans seemed to be giving him the outcomes that he had anticipated.
The strategy pays off.
Suddenly, Levi felt something fishy was going on.
There’s no one in front? What’s happening?
In a split of a second, a rustle was heard and yet another battle broke out.
Out of nowhere, hundreds of people appeared before Levi, followed by tens of thousands behind them.
From the aura exuded, Levi perceived that they were the Ultimate class warriors and the God class warriors, respectively.
So, this is the biggest lineup!
