Way of Overlord
Chapter 184: Awake

Chapter 184: Awake

With unyielding determination, Aeryon continued his charge toward Belarion.

The chaos of the battle had now descended into a more intense violence and death and life dances with each other, life and death, only a thin line seems to separate between these two states of existence

"Hyargh!"

Aeryon uses his shoulders to push the soldiers in front of him

Aeryon shoulders acted as battering rams, sending shockwaves through the ranks of the city defenders that blocked his way

"Step aside"

Crack!

Crack!

Bones snapped, and bodies of these soldiers is sent sprawling with each powerful impact.

Aeryon physical strength was formidable, not on the same level as Belarion innate strength, but impressive nonetheless.

He demonstrated this power by unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches all over.

Each blow landed with calculated precision, incapacitating his foes as fast as possible. He did not have time to linger around to make sue that they die.

As Aeryon pushed forward, he defeated one, then two, and the numbers continued to climb.

His sheer determination, skill, and fearlessness were his allies in this brutal skirmish.

He dispatched soldiers with ruthless efficiency, making his way through the enemy ranks, step by step, determined to reach Belarion before Belariopn is out of his berserk state

"Or if someone manage to take him down in that state" Aeryon did not forget that there is still the Great Spear that could still make a play.

The path ahead of him is littered with fallen foes, but he showed no signs of slowing down.

more and more people were beaten by him as he rushes forward. As long as he could find space to move forward, he would rush forward.

Arrows whizzed by Aeryon, some grazing him, leaving shallow marks on his skin.

He paid them little mind; his focus resolute on reaching Belarion.

As enemies lunged at him with swords and spears, Aeryon moved with an almost preternatural agility.

He sidestepped their attacks with an ease

Aeryon knows this is not because he is a veteran warrior. Or that he is some genius in battle. But because of the system

There is many attacks that he could dodges it even more perfectly.

But he did not do it. Because he is afraid. Afraid that it would delay him even more.

His entire being was focused on a singular goal – to break through the throngs of city defenders and reach Belarion.

The heat of battle, the roar of the warriors, and the chaotic frenzy around him all faded into the background.

All that mattered was his friend. Aeryon doesn’t know whether this kind of protective feeling is his true feeling or the original Aeryon feeling

There is this anxiety in his heart. This kind of anxiety that eats him up.

Aeryon knows that this must be the original Aeryon feeling. He could feel it.

Aeryon admit that being with Aeryon reminds him of an innocent friendship.

Belarion gives sincerity in his friendship.

Unless you have the heart of a stone, you would surely be infected by such sincerity and could not help but wanted to reciprocate this feeling.

However, this doesn’t explain this almost desperate desire to save Belarion. Aeryon could only attribute it to the original Aeryon soul affecting him

Sometimes, he wonders, if that Aeryon is still in him, somewhere, maybe , hidden.

But as he goes further forward, he did not have time to think all of these.

Aeryon has many skills.

He has Mighty Strike, Unbreakable, Second Breath, Commanding Aura. Piercing Arrow to name a few

All of these skills consume his stamina and his strength. But each one is a powerful skill. But he did not use it.

Is it because he did not want to use it?

No.

It is only now that Aeryon is in this state of constant battle and chaotic environment that he notices something

When he fought one on one it is easy to focus and uses all of these skills.

Because he only had to focus on one.

Active skill as Aeryon now is learning about is like a weapon

And like a weapon you must wield it first before you could use it.

When one person is attacking him like when he was attacked by his wife, he could easily change skill easily.

But when dozens of people from all direction is rushing towards him with the desire to kill him it is not so easy to maintain his calm

And when you are not calm, your reflex come first .

And as such when he fight he fight using only his base stats.

His strength, his agility is pushed to the max as he punches, kicks, dodges and evade all of these attack

When your face is about to be smash by a hammer, you could not calmly think about using a skill

Using a skill must be activated by his conscious thought.

But his evasion, his attack are all pure instinct.

Like a person who is jolted in shock when he is being licked by fire.

For example, when an arrow is shot toward him

At that moment a sharp arrow flew towards him.

And he could see it.

And it comes closer and closer. In that such finite timeframe, how could he think of using Mighty Strike to parry the arrow or uses any other skill?

He doesn’t.

But his body moves.

And with his Dexterity, and Agility, he moves away, either sidestepping it or jump out of the way like a conditioned reflex.

And that is how Aeryon is right now.

He could calm down. But is it easy to calm down? Rarely has anyone calm down when being asked to calm down.

Aeryon could not calm down. He could not calm down at all.

"Capture the city lord, kill the Yan soldiers, avenge our ancestors! Let them know the wrath of the Great Steppe!"

Aeryon shouted and now Aeryon is close enough and his voice is loud enough

"ROAR!"

Aeryon roars like a lion and his roar in that moment pierce through the sound of chaos

The ferocity in Aeryon roar was unmistakable. And it seems this roar worked

It penetrated Belarion frenzied state and cut through the haze of rage that had clouded his mind.

Belarion world shifted.

He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white.

A fiery determination blazed in his eyes as he gritted his teeth.

The sweat pouring down his face mixed with the dirt and grime as he ground his boots into the earth.

And then it happened.

With an earth-shattering stomp, Belarion sent a powerful shockwave through the ground. The very earth seemed to quiver in response.

It was as if the roar had jolted Belarion out of his trance. The bloodlust and frenzy receded like a receding storm, replaced by clarity.

Aeryon couldn’t help but smile as he watched his brother, his friend, regain control.

Belarion wild aura subsided, replaced by a controlled intensity.

Aeryon laughed

"Wake up brother!"

And Belarion is awaken from his bloodlust.

Belarion took a deep breath as he regained control of his senses.

His hand, which had trembled with the aftermath of his furious onslaught, slowly steadied.

He glanced around at the surrounding battlefield, a mix of bodies, both friend and foe, fallen in the chaos.

Some followed him and were killed by the defenders of the city. But most of them are his enemies

He looks around and all he could see are bodies. Dead bodies

The realization dawned upon him.

He had allowed his inner beast to break free, and it had brought with it a devastating surge of power, but at a tremendous cost.

He tapped deep into his innate strength, pushing his limits beyond their boundaries.

Sweat poured down his face, and his breath was heavy. He knew he had overexerted himself.

He couldn’t sustain this level of power for long without grave consequences.

Belarion had always walked a fine line between mastery and recklessness. And this battle had certainly tipped the scale toward the latter.

As Belarion surveyed the battlefield, he realized the extent of the destruction he had caused.

The enemies that had surrounded him were now nothing more than broken bodies or scattered remnants, a testament to his might.

But there were also fallen comrades, and that weighed heavily on his heart.

In any normal battle, he would be able to consciously uses the energy in his body and conserve it so he would, not overexert himself

But just now, Belarion went amuck and in that moment, it was like a limiter of his body was released.

That is why in such a short time he had killed almost a hundred people like he is a mowing monster that kills everyone in his path

Ten-meter radius around him....is surrounded by corpses with mutilated bodies.

Heads rolling through the uneven terrain, blood soaked to the ground creating a dark red soil.

Houses and shops and stall around him is full of cut marks and some of them even split into two.

He had killed too much and hundreds of people die.

From defenders to city dwellers, whoever was in front of him was killed.

Belarion look at his hand and he could see a broken chipped sword.

He throws it to the ground

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