The rough dried-up field was painted a deep shade of red as the stained of dried blood covered the ground. A gruesome battlefield could be seen filled with severed arms, legs and other blood-soacked body parts of various kind.

An intense scent of blood was apparent as it was easily carried by the cold night air. Standing on top of a mountain of human corpse was a human male with inhuman charm.

The man looked like he was in his early twenties, his long silky inky black hair fluttered gracefully behind his small back. The young black-haired man narrowed his blood red eyes at his enemies as he gazed at them with complete indifference on his face.

Tightly grasping the long silver sword which glistened with fresh blood covering its blade. He moved gracefully slashing his sword at speeds too fast to follow with the human eyes.

"Argh!"

"Wh!"

"Damn it!"

All they could see was a silver flash as their heads were severed from their shoulders and sent flying through the air. Ellard, a being known as the 'Overlord' ruler of the battlefield slaughtered his enemies without mercy!

Many of the mages tried using magic but, before they could even start chanting their spells their heads were sent flying. Ellard's red pupils flash coldly, and his black robe fluttered behind his back by the intense wind!

And even as he continued to slaughter his enemies there wasn't even a single speck of blood on his robe, his robe shone faintly glowing as though it was alive.

A huge shadow fell over his body as a bulky man with short golden hair holding a spear suddenly lunged forward thrusting out his spearhead stabbing at Ellard's torso at blinding speed but, Ellard stabbed the blade of his sword into the ground at the same time he controlled his center of gravity while balancing with one hand on the hilt of his sword.

Twisting his body mid-air he skillfully launched a sharp kick into the stomach of the bulky man causing him to grimace as he stumble backwards from the force!

Then, without missing a beat he pulled out his sword which was stabbed into the ground and thrust his sword forward subsequently piercing the abdomen of the bulky man.

The blade of his sword pierced his body with such force that it had exited through his back, blood ran along the length of the blade of his sword painting the ground red.

"Arghh!!"

The bulky man cried out in pain from the wound he had just received before eventually falling down to his knees. However, there were still many enemies constantly charging into his direction! Even though he has been fighting for a full day their numbers hadn't decreased at all!

"If death is what you all want then death it shall be!"

Ellard exclaimed, as he closed in on his enemies indifferently.

Watching the battlefield from top of a hill was a handsome man with short white hair, the man had an amused smile on his face as he watched his allies being slaughtered without putting up much resistance.

"Interesting, no wonder that woman is so scared of him... He really does deserve the title of 'Overlord, ruler of battlefield.'"

The white-haired young man muttered. Standing on his side was another young man with short black hair fluttering in the wind.

"Lord Arlo, please allow me to take care of him."

The black hair young man suggests. Arlos looked at him from the corners of his eyes as he said.

"Hmm, to be honest I'm not confident that even someone like you would be a match for him, he has received the goddess divine blessing if I remember correctly, he is on a different level but, sigh! for the sake of that woman we must take him down!"

"You doubt my strength?!" The black-haired young man asked, his voice laced with displeasure.

"No, I do not. In terms of strength you do have the potential to rival him but, the chances of victory is rather dubious. At this stage we can't take any chances that won't guaranteed our victory." Arlos explained, his voice as though he was soothing the wimps of a child.

"Tch, then what do we do? Are we just supposed to stay here and watch as the enemy slaughter our men?!" The black-haired young man said, cracking his knuckles in a show of unwillingness.

Arlos observed him with a slightly troubled smile before continuing, "Relax. There is no point in you joining the battle right now. I'm almost done sealing off the space here. It would be troublesome if he decided to move through space to escape."

As he said that the space in the surroundings distorted fiercely, at the same time, a magic formation hidden in the space shone faintly.

Everything within a thousand kilometers were completely sealed off and obstructed by the isolation magic, a powerful form of spatial magic.

"All done, now to get rid of him completely." Arlos uttered as his lips curved into a smirk.

"But, even with a number like that he can still hold his own, killing him won't be so easy."

The black-haired young man said.

"Heh! We are not the one who are going to kill him, our job is to hold him back until that woman comes."

Despite his hesitation Arlos declared their intentions clearly.

'Even the blessings of a goddess has it's limits. Let us see how far you can go, Ellard.' He secretly thought to himself.

And at the same time, he held out his magic staff pointing it toward the moonlit sky, the orb on top of the staff glowed subtly.

"Raining lights!"

He recited the aria for the spells activation.

At the same time light rained down from the sky in continuous succession. Ellard who had just finished cutting down a man holding a bow felt danger and out of pure instincts etched into his very core, hurriedly shifted his body to the side.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A cloud of dust was raised as each of the light bullets struck the earth. Ellard's body was sent flying backwards but, he managed to kill the velocity of his movement, but the damage he had received from the raining light caused his face to grimaced, as blood trickled down his lips.

While raining light, a spell derived from the light element was non-lethal, it did cause harm to some of his internal organs.

'In the end it comes to this... Don't blame me for being cruel! You were the ones who brought this on yourself!'

Ellard thought as his sword flickered faintly. The power of his 'Blood reaper sword' was too great because of that he didn't want to activate the power of his sword but, they forced his hands! Since they wanted death so badly then... He shall guide them! However,

"!!!"

"Th- This formation, don't tell me?!"

Ellard's red pupils trembled as he saw the magic formation which had suddenly appeared beneath his feet covering a distance of 50 meter in diameters wide.

"Ruler of battlefields! You have done good entertaining me but, unfortunately, this is where your time ends... You must die not for this world but for my own sake."

A soft melodious voice sounded as a circler shaped spatial rift slowly opened revealing a beautiful woman with deep red hair and golden eyes, her sweet lips were also painted a light shade of red, while a black gown clung tightly around her curvy body.

"... I see. Goddess of death. You were the one who orchestrated this plan!"

Ellard asked angerly. His hand holding his sword trembled as his grip tightened. At this moment he was angry! His whole body trembled as he clenched his teeth.

Meanwhile, his blood reaper sword shone for a faint moment as though it could feel the intensity of his emotions.

Seeing the anger on his face, the goddess scoffed.

"If you want to blame someone blame her for giving you, her blessing."

She muttered coldly.

"She is the one who got you caught up in the battle between us sisters, didn't she? If you had just stayed a human, then your life would have lasted longer."

"Shut up! I must say I'm disappointed... Are you so scared of me that you had to use such dirty tricks! So much for being a proud goddess you disgust me!"

Ellard roared, it would be fine if he could contact his goddess but, the Goddess of death had already sealed off the space around them making it impossible.

'In this situation I can't use space shattering blade to escape! Is there really no way for me to get out of here?' Ellard desperately thought of a plan to escape. However, no matter how much he thought about it, nothing comes to mind.

[.... I'm sorry.] For a moment Ellard heard a faint voice filled with both sadness and deep regret echoing inside his head.

He didn't need to ponder too much to know who this voice belongs to. Ellard glanced at his sword and frowned.

The goddess of death slowly narrowed her golden eyes dangerously when she sees him glancing at his sword.

"I'm sure you already recognize this spell, don't you? I'm sending you to the deepest part of the underworld! Farewell, strongest knight of that worthless goddess!"

The goddess of death uttered pleasantly as she snapped her finger, and the body of Ellard was slowly disintegrated and turned to dust in an instant!

"Sigh! Thank goodness I came before he could use that sword, had I been too late the outcome would have probably been different."

She muttered to herself, now that she had killed the famous 'Overlord' ruler of the battlefield and also, the strongest knight of the goddess of vitality, Udea.

Things will be quite interesting moving forward, that woman will definitely become enraged when she finds out her strongest knight has been killed!

'Fufufu! I can't wait to see the look on her face.'

The goddess of death chuckled pleasantly.