The wind blade shot forth, and under the power of "God's Heart," Lifdrasir, it expanded several times its original size in an instant.
The magic that had been concentrated on Wood was completely shattered by this wind blade.
Not only did the blade destroy all the spells directed at him, but it also cleared a large swath of the battlefield, killing two Albion noblemen who had been using water magic for defense!
Invincible! There was no other word that could describe Wood at this moment. Even Queen Marianne and Princess Henrietta, heavily protected at the center of the formation, were left gaping in shock at the invincible figure of Wood.
Every time they thought they had a grasp on Wood's abilities, he would immediately surpass their expectations.
There was no doubt that the legendary familiar was powerful, but even the Tristainians now knew that Wood was an exceptional case, even among legendary familiars.
If all the legendary familiars and Void users were like Wood, then Founder Brimir must have been a being capable of destroying the world with a mere gesture.
The Albion army surrounding them numbered forty thousand, but after prolonged combat, they had lost over ten thousand soldiers.
This meant that, despite the overwhelming odds of forty thousand against one thousand, nearly a third of the Albion forces had been wiped out!
And of those ten thousand casualties, about nine thousand had fallen by Wood's hand.
The concept of a "warrior who can defeat ten thousand" had never been written about in any tale or legend. But now, a living legend stood before them.
This was no mere "Chevalier of Tristain"—this was Tristain's War God!
The overall strength of this world was not particularly high. If the version of Wood from the world of One Piece had descended here, forget about a warrior who could defeat ten thousand; even facing all seventy thousand of Albion's troops would have been feasible.
However, the Wood here was not the Wood from the world of One Piece. Despite his overwhelming power, it came at a cost.
The power of Wood's "God's Heart," Lifdrasir, was far stronger than the original, which only amplified the power of Void magic, but the price remained unchanged.
No power comes without a cost, and even if it does, it requires an equivalent exchange.
The cost of using the power of "God's Heart" was his life force.
To put it simply, Wood's current strength was being sustained at the cost of his own life!
The ability to multiply the power of his attacks was incredible, but the price was equally enormous.
Even if the ten thousand enemies stood still, it would still have required an immense amount of energy to defeat them.
Fortunately, Wood's efforts were not in vain. Through his life-sacrificing battle using the power of "God's Heart," Tristain's original force of over a thousand soldiers had been reduced to less than five hundred, while Albion had lost over ten thousand.
In terms of ratios, Tristain had lost half its forces, and the remaining soldiers were exhausted.
Albion, on the other hand, had lost a third of its army, but the noble commanders were far from pleased.
What should have been a resounding victory had turned into a bitter defeat.
Moreover, Wood, the battlefield's meat grinder, continued his rampage, seemingly tireless, slaughtering Albion's forces.
Wood's terrifying strength and seemingly endless stamina had imprinted his image into the minds of every Albion soldier, like a nightmarish phantom.
As he continued to kill more enemies, an aura of death and malevolence began to emanate from him. The Albion soldiers were now too frightened to even approach, leaving a vacuum around him.
In a situation where the disparity in forces was so great, Wood had truly managed to strike terror into the enemy!
Some of the Albion nobles were already suggesting that they withdraw and let Queen Marianne and Princess Henrietta go.
They had no other choice. Wood seemed like an unstoppable madman, targeting the magical creatures and mages on the battlefield.
Since most mages were nobles, none of them knew who might be the next to fall under Wood's blade.
Moreover, if Queen Marianne and Princess Henrietta were merely bait and had only a thousand soldiers with them, it meant that Tristain's main forces were locked in a bloody battle with Albion's army.
The main battlefield had only three thousand soldiers from Albion, equivalent to Tristain's forces. Though Albion still had its proud aerial forces, victory was far from assured.
The Albion nobles at the scene all agreed that the outcome of the main battlefield was far more important.
If Tristain won, even if they managed to kill Queen Marianne and Princess Henrietta, the Tristainians could simply select a new royal family.
If they continued the fight here, they could likely wipe out the Tristainian royals, but it would likely cost them another ten thousand men.
If they lost another ten thousand, even if they returned to the main battlefield, they would no longer have the numbers to influence the outcome.
The Albion nobles wanted to retreat because they thought that killing Queen Marianne and Princess Henrietta wasn't worth the cost.
However, unfortunately for them, the highest-ranking officer of this unit was not among them but rather Sheffield, the "Brain of God."
Would Sheffield choose to retreat to preserve the overall situation? Of course not!
In fact, after witnessing Wood's terrifying combat prowess, Sheffield was more determined than ever to kill Wood!
With the power of the "Brain of God," Sheffield could summon over ten thousand magical creatures, but these were the culmination of hundreds of years of magical tool accumulation from Albion and Gallia.
But Wood was different. He had achieved this with his own strength!
The power of the "God's Heart" was so formidable that Sheffield knew it had to be stopped here to prevent it from interfering with her master Joseph's plans in the future.
She was willing to sacrifice all forty thousand Albion soldiers here if it meant killing Wood!
Sheffield had already noticed that although Wood's power was overwhelming and seemingly tireless, his jet-black hair was rapidly turning white, and his vitality was visibly weakening.
The power of the "God's Heart" was burning through his life force at an alarming rate, and as a fellow legendary familiar, Sheffield was well aware of this fact.
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