In this world, the strongest force is individual power. On Earth, unity may hold more force, but it matters not in this world; an individual can demolish an entire Kingdom by himself with his power.


    Unlike Earth, there is no limit to how far people can jump or how much they can grow. As long as one strives, one will reach the height that no one has ever reached.


    In war, the amount of personnel one has in one''s army also doesn''t matter. Even if one''s army ispletely outnumbered, as long as there is that one individual, the victory will be on one''s side.


    Such was the case with the Demon King''s Army. The reason why they were "falling behind" for all this time was that the senior Warriors—those in the Fourth Wing and above—abstained themselves from participating.


    Although the number of personnel in a Legion was strictly maintained, the personnel constantly changed. New recruits always came in because, in every battle, there were always casualties; they were needed to rece the fallen.


    The senior Warriors abstained themselves from participating in the first half of the battle because they wanted to let their juniors experience fight in a real, life-threatening battle.


    It was done to forge a formidable mentality and weed out those who weren''t suited to be Warriors. This, of course, wasn''t always practiced; in a major battle, the senior Warriors upied the front line, leaving the small fry to their juniors.


    For the Demon King''s Army to do this, in other words, means they didn''t consider conquering Lysimork a big deal. They weren''t wrong, though, since the flow of the battle changed drastically as soon as the senior Warriors participated.


    Burst!


    "Hmmm... This is what makes me hate their method—they are ying too much," Land remarked as he inspected the battlefield from above. "We could have suffered less casualties had they been serious."


    Unlike the human, who still believed there was strength in unity, the Cursed Creation believed solely in their own power. They didn''t care how many personnel they lost as long as the powerhouse survived by the end of the battle.


    Land actually found nothing wrong with it since they had quite a lot of people that could demolish an entire army with their eyes close, but he couldn''t bring himself to agree with the mindset.


    As someone who believed in hidden potential, Land was sure some of the juniors that had fallen in the battle must bete-bloomers. He had been one himself, so he felt unfair that the weak were weeded out so soon.


    "Well, considering how much of a chore it is to pick the gem among the trash, I won''t me them," Land sighed.


    "Still, it is a waste of source. We can use them to conquer small human viges instead of letting them die here." He shrugged lightly and sardonically muttered, "But, what can I say? I am not the Demon King."


    Smirking, he added, "Not yet, at least."


    Whoosh!


    Genelos dove down under hismand. The friction between the Wyvern''s wings and the air created a haunting sound to the Rebel Army.


    They knew what would happen whenever they heard the sound: some of them would get burned to crisp, meanwhile the others would get shredded.


    "B-Be careful!"


    "Uwaah! My body!"


    "Aaahhh! Get rid of this fire!"


    In less than five seconds after they heard the sound, hundreds of them suffered from the cmity they had expected. Some of them were charred the moment Genelos'' fire breath touched them, meanwhile the others were turned into minced meat.


    Of course, the Rebel Army didn''t just stand there and watch as their friends got brutally demolished. With their bows and arrows, they tried their best to shoot Genelos down.


    They had been doing the same thing for thest ten minutes; but, like always, Genelos could never be shot down. Themendable coordination between the Wyvern and the Rider was the reason why it was hard to shoot them down.


    "Genelos, can you fly by yourself?"


    "Of course, I can—I am a Wyvern! What is with the question?"


    "I was wondering if you can see well in the dark."


    "I am a Wyvern!"


    Although Land knew Wyverns had an ability to see in the dark, he wasn''t sure if Genelos could see anything in the dark Amizanima Forest. He had been the one in control for all this time.


    ''It seems Teanosvera also helps our Wyversn see.'' Patting Genelos'' back twice, Land said, "I am going to join the fray. Assist me—light my path on fire!"


    "Ku-ku-ku. Let us make a history, partner!"


    "Don''t get shot down though."


    "I know! Why do you like ruining the mood so much?" Genelos eximed in protest.


    As Genelos dove down, the arrows decorating their flight path increased. Luckily, all of the arrows didn''t possess that much power, so they could leave everything to the Barrier encapsting them.


    When Genelos was 60-feet away from the ground, Land jumped down. He was pointing Rexorem downwards; Mana was gathered at the tip of it and [Great Impact] was activated.


    BOOM!


    He reached the ground in the blink of an eye. When he did, the ground cratered and rose like a tide, sweeping those who were near hisnding point.


    Very few of the Rebel Army could survive this. Those who survived were only the elites amongst Trunk Guardians.


    "Beautiful, isn''t it?" Land remarked as he gazed at the chaos he had caused. "Unfortunately, I can''t reap any power-up from them. As I expected, I have to fight the Heroes or the Supreme Warlords to grow."


    ''Master, you can still let me grow!''


    "I know, Rexorem. This is why I chose this ce tond," Land replied. "Look at the river of blood surrounding us—a perfect spot to have meal, don''t you think?"


    Channeling his Mana into Rexorem, Land scanned all of the blood around him and willed Rexorem to absorb them. He let go of Rexorem''s hilt as soon it absorbed the blood in their surroundings and then took out a pair of daggers.


    These daggers were part of the rewards which he had received from Valeria due to his achievement in the previous Conquest Mission. They were made of the horns of a Maga Taurone, which was the higher variety of Taurones.


    Aside from the fact that finding one was hard, they were strong on their own, so killing it upon seeing one was highly forbidden.


    Maga Taurones had a pair of sturdy horns that contained a slight amount of Divinity. Valeria making daggers out of them was a sin that no human could forgive; of course, it was because the hypocrites believed they were the only one allowed to do it.


    "Well, these are one kind of a reward," Land remarked as he inspected the daggers. "The Divinity hardly has any function, but the sturdiness of these daggers is unquestionable. It willst long."


    ''I can help you utilize that Divinity,'' Luxiamented.


    "Oh, you can? What can I do with it?"


    ''Well, it''s not much, but you can do what I can do.''


    "Ho-oh? Let us test it, shall we?"


    Land grinned excitedly as he saw the elderly Dark Elf who wasing at him. He had just gotten a test subject that he could use to test his new power on.


    The elderly Dark Elf, Rohan, instinctively got nervous at howx Land''s posture was. He was sure Land was weaker than him, thus he had decided to fight Land despite his injured state, but now he wasn''t sure anymore.


    "Ho-ho? Elder Rohan, isn''t it? It is very bold of you toe at me with one of your hands missing," Land said yfully.


    "You are the only danger I can take on, Demon." Rohan nced at Rexorem that was still absorbing blood. "I have to take you down before you grow any stronger. It is the least thing I can do after failing my kin."


    "You have seen the result of the battle, haven''t you?" Land smirked. "Then, why bother to fight? Surrender and you will stop failing your kin."


    "I am going to stop failing my kin when I die; therefore, I need to kill you!" Rohan eximed heatedly.


    "Ridiculous."


    With a short sword in his hand, Rohan dashed towards Land. In response, Land assumed his stance and told Luxia to do her job.


    When Rohan was just a few inches away from Land, Genelos shot his fire breath at Rohan. The Dark Elf Elder barely reacted and merely stepped aside using his Footwork Technique.


    ''As expected of an Elder.'' Land smiled at the scene. ''Still, you shouldn''t think too lightly of me. An injured lion can still be a prey, you know?''


    When the fire dispersed, the only thing that Rohan could see was the charred ground. Land was nowhere to be found—his presence had also disappeared.


    As he wondered if Land had teleported himself somewhere, Rohan felt a pair of hands pulling him into the ground.


    Shrrk!


    The next thing he knew, he was already nted in the ground. His head was the only part of his body that was in the surface; his eyes could see Land looking down on him.


    "You... earlier, is it..." He couldn''t find the right words to say. In the end, he sighed andughed sardonically. "Ah... Lysimork has fallen."


    "It has indeed—into my hands."


    Just as Rohan widened his eyes at Land''s response, his vision tilted and he lost his connection with his body. Land had kicked his head so strong, it fell off.