"That bastard! It's him! The lord of Red Tide!" Kalk's roar cut sharply through the chaos.
He swung his battle axe, blue battle aura bursting around him in waves of flame. "Kill him with me!"
The moment he finished speaking, five figures wreathed in deep-blue battle aura leaped forward like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.
Charging alongside Kalk were the core of Uru's forces, the strongest warriors among the barbarians.
In their tribes, each was a Boiling Blood powerhouse capable of tearing through a battle formation alone. Among the barbarians, their names stood for the glory of unbroken victory.
The air hummed under the force, floor tiles cracked inch by inch, and flames intertwined with bloody light.
Yet Louis stood motionless, his gaze as cool and still as a mirror.
Seeing this, Kalk felt a surge of wild delight. He thought the young earl had been paralyzed by fear.
"Got him!" He could almost see the burning corpse that would appear in the next instant.
But... at the very moment the attacks struck!
[Bloodline Talent · Absolute Defense] activated.
Vale drew a deep breath, a pale-red glow rising over his skin in time with his breathing.
In an instant, that light spread into a translucent shield, enclosing him and Louis like a flowing curtain of red water.
The surrounding air abruptly stilled.
The wind stopped, dust hung suspended, and even the sounds of explosions seemed to be swallowed.
The instant the blue flames collided with the red curtain, all five blows landed together.
Boom!
The shock wave collapsed the corridor's vaulted ceiling, sending stone fragments and bloody flames flying.
The tiles beneath Vale's feet fractured into a spiderweb. His knees dipped slightly and his face went pale, but he held firm.
The shield was as thin as