"Blood Battle!"
Octavian let out a furious roar and stamped both feet viciously against the ground. With a thunderous boom, vast crimson patterns spread out beneath him. Six layers of battle patterns coiled around his feet. The inner three were all Thorn Battle Patterns inherited through his family bloodline—patterns possessing immense physical defense and capable of rebounding close-combat physical damage.
The outer three layers, meanwhile, were eighteen iron-blood battle banners that fluttered endlessly.
These banners collided and scraped against each other in pairs. Each banner was formed from dozens of tiny sword-shaped phantoms, every little sword inscribed with countless runes that resembled flowing blood. Carrying towering killing intent, these banner battle patterns rapidly spread outward for a thousand meters.
The dozen or so young men standing beside Octavian shuddered. Blood-red halos from the banner battle patterns wrapped around their bodies, and they abruptly grew a foot taller and much more muscular. Thick bulges of bloody light rose beneath their skin as they gave shrill howls, crimson battle energy erupting from their bodies in columns several meters high.
"Blood Battle!" The young men roared in unison. Their battle energy linked together through Octavian's battle patterns, their strength merged into one, and their auras fused as one. Their eyes had turned scarlet, and they had become savage beasts that feared neither life nor death, knowing only mad battle.
"Magnificent, truly magnificent!" Duke Sanning and several other great nobles, who had likewise regained the vigor of youth, applauded and shouted their approval.
It truly was magnificent. Octavian had unexpectedly gained the fighting strength of a lower-stage demigod. That alone would have been enough, but his battle patterns were even more outstanding. His battle patterns could actually empower the warriors around him. With a coverage radius of a thousand meters, he could simultaneously bestow