High in the air, Arthur stopped and smiled.
The young Medium from South Los treated the surging killing intent as though it were nothing.
Yet that killing intent raced onward!
Whoosh!
Killing intent swept across the earth like wind, wave upon wave.
Boom!
As the wind of killing intent swept over the earth, the ground began to tremble and rumble.
One rumble followed another.
Boom, boom, boom!
Then those successive rumbles merged into one.
At last, a pair of eyes lit up within the killing intent.
After a brief pause, countless pairs of eyes lit up behind them. Herds of warhorses appeared, with cavalrymen sitting upright on their backs, their armor battered but their presence ferocious. They were as fierce and fearless as they had been in life. They were neither living men nor undead, but imprints of killing intent.
They were also its source!
Ironblood Slaughter!
The West Berlin Family's ancestral mystic art was a terrifying technique that seized the killing intent left behind by creatures on the battlefield and manifested it within the user's own battle formation.
Because-
Given enough time, anyone who learned [Ironblood Slaughter] could become an army unto themselves.
Moreover, this army used killing intent as its ritual substrate. It did not fear death or know terror. It knew only how to charge into battle and slaughter.
Most importantly, as that slaughter continued, the imprints of killing intent would grow ever stronger, until they reached the limit their summoner could bear.
In fact, if that person's talent was high enough, the soldiers summoned from killing intent would no longer be merely human.
Wind! Wind!
The wind of killing intent whipped the tattered banners!
Amid their snapping, a full three thousand cavalrymen surged toward Arthur.
The Marquis of West Berlin stood behind the battle formation, watching