Level Up Legacy-Chapter 1220 One Million Attacks

Thunder shook the entire city of Yalenia as black lighting shot from the sky, bombarding the Yalen Army as it tried to encircle Arthur Netherborne. The man was here without his massive army and powerful guild, but somehow, they were the ones being pushed back by his mere presence. "What did you come here to do, Arthur Netherborne?" asked the second general, Damien Shaw, with narrowed eyes. His strategic mind seemed unable to wrap his head around Arthur's single-man-army approach. "I came here to save the innocent and slay the wicked," said Arthur without a pause in his steps, advancing toward them like a death reaper. "You know who the wicked is, right, Yalen King?"

"You are the wicked," said the king without a hint of shame as he cupped his hand behind his back, acting confident. "And you came here for justice to be served!"

"Justice is decided by the victorious," said Arthur Netherborne as he advanced, his black and golden robes fluttering in the stormy wind. "I will give you one minute to evacuate this place of citizens."

"How admirable of you to even think that you could harm them," said the Yalen King with a laugh. "The moment that you have appeared in this place, it became your execution, not the Agard!"

When the king laughed with triumph, runic arrays burst into existence. They covered the sky, earth, and what lay in between rapidly, entrapping those within. "Do you not care that your citizens might be harmed in this upcoming fight?" asked Arthur with disappointment. "The Yalen Army will protect our citizens," said the third general, Rowan Ellis. "You are just one man, Arthur Netherborne. Your overconfidence to appear here and get this close without your forces will be your last and worst decision ever."

"My army is here already," said Arthur with a smile as he raised his hand, summoning black lightning to his call. "But they are not your average Joes."

As the three generals raised their guards, a giant gate appeared above the plains. Its black engravings brought fear to witnessing souls. And as the great gate snapped open, wrathful screams filled the world. "I bring along the army of wrath."

His domineering worlds boomed through their minds as their hearts shook. "But I will keep my word and give you what remained of the evacuation minute I promised." Arthur then raised his flat palm toward them, and the wrathful souls froze in place. Their eyes lingered on the living as if envying them for their remaining lifespan. General Rowan Ellis staggered backwards; her face was as pale as paper. She summoned her astral being, an ethereal green woman who radiated the power of life. "Protect us from that wicked power, Vivera!" called Rowan to the woman, who opened her intelligent eyes. Arthur looked at the astral being with interest since this was the first intelligent astral being he had met.

Vivera looked at Arthur and then his gate of wrath, his entire body trembling in recognition. Then, before the astounded eyes of the crowd, the woman bowed her head to Arthur. "It honors me to be in your presence, Returning King," said the astral being in a voice that transcended the world. "Forgive me for my appearance here as your enemy. But I assure you that I nor my followers would dare stand against you."

"Have you followed me in the last war?" Arthur asked the bowing astral being. Vivera's body shook with fear as she heard his deep and apathetic voice, knowing that lies would not be tolerated. "We did not, Merciful King of Wrath."

"The past does not define you," said Arthur with a smile as he looked at the astral being like an old friend. "But when the next war against gods begins, your actions will decide your fate."

"...certainly," said Vivera as she raised her head, looking at Arthur with gratitude. Then, she turned toward Rowan, who seemed betrayed. "What should I do with this foolish human? Should I end her life or simply terminate our contract?"

"Astral beings help humans that they like, so I know that she has some merits," said Arthur with a smile as he looked at Rowan. "Just leave this world."

"As you command," answered the astral being before disappearing. The entire world was shaken after witnessing Arthur kicking away an astral being simply through words. "What kind of enemy have we been cursed with?" muttered Zera with shaking hands. "He dissolves my astral being with a lightning bolt and then commands another to leave."

"You have ten seconds left," said Arthur as he turned toward them, his black lightning crackling behind him. "I will say this once as a kind warning, and you should believe it."

The three generals awaited his words, with the Yalen King glaring purple. Arthur Netherborne waited for another seven seconds before he began walking again. "You have no hope of winning against me."

His voice came like a blow to shatter their morale. Their astral beings were no match to him, and no one was confident they would be stronger than their summons. The three generals turned toward the Yalen King for a command, and he was prepared to issue one. As he threw his hand forward, the king shouted, "Blow him to smithereens!"

And the entire world was engulfed by countless attacks pointed at a single person. A protective barrier appeared between the king and Arthur, shielding them from the elemental attacks. The bombardment was merciless. A hundred ships fired a hundred attacks at the same time. Ten thousand attacks landed on the same person inside a space-locking array, making it impossible to dodge them. "I would like to see you arrogant now!" shouted the king as he roared with laughter. "I have prepared this attack just for you, ten thousand mana crystals just to kill a single man! Be honored!"

The explosions muffled his voice. Citizens ran away as some of the impact struck them, sending them flying. Millions of innocents were fleeing for their lives as the ten thousand attacks continued. "I still have a hundred more!" roared the king, roaring with laughter as he threw both arms open. "Suffer the might of the Yalen Family, you fucking bastard! Die! Die! Die!" And he was telling the truth. A hundred more of those ten thousand attacks arrived simultaneously, the sky never ceasing to be colored with infinite rain of elements. The battleships never stopped, turning the one green plains into a deep crater of destruction. All to kill a single man. A hundred attacks from each ship. A hundred ships. A hundred times. One million arrays attack one man without mercy. The millions ran away for their lives because the torrent of attacks sometimes struck those closest to the dais. As for the king and his generals, they stood unharmed behind a barrier of invincible strength. "How do you like it now, Arthur Netherborne!" roared the Yalen King with craze. "A million attacks just to kill you! Is this the honor that you wanted? It should be! I spent one million mana crystals just to kill you! Your head might be the most expensive throughout history."

"A... million?" muttered Damien with immense shock. This sum of resources was enough to build a kingdom from scratch. What kind of wealth did the king have to throw away such a treasure? Damien swallowed, "At least we got rid of a terrifying enemy."

The bombardment reached its end, and the dust began to settle down. A crater appeared where the plains were, with the land behind the protective barrier turning into a cliff that oversaw this crater. As the stormy wind carried the dust away, it revealed the scene below. The Yalen King was the first to go forward to take a peek, a victorious smile on his face. "If there is even a single bone of his left, I want to feed it to my dogs," said the king as he pushed the generals away, standing at the edge of the barrier. "Where is his corpse? Where?"

The millions of citizens began to calm down once the attacks ceased, turning to look at the destruction that had appeared. The broadcast still focused on the settling dust, awaiting the death of the greatest threat that humanity has faced. And then, everyone fell to the floor as the dust revealed what's inside the crater. The Yalen King stood there as the blood drained from his face, he too falling to his knees as he grabbed his head with terror. "How..." Everything was obliterated inside the crater, which was tens of meters deep, except for a single man. He did not move a single step from his original spot, standing there as the attacks sought to tear him apart. But he did not have a single scratch on him. Arthur Netherborne looked the same as he first arrived, with a thin smile playing on his lips. He raised his golden eyes toward the Yalen King, mockery oozing from his eyes. "Is that all you have?" A million attacks were not enough to break through his skin. This man was not just powerful...

He was invincible.