An extensive spell barrier that emanated a strong blue radiance blocked the escaping soldiers of the Wolfenstein army. The barrier extended in a large semicircle, enveloping every path for the soldiers to escape. This was the spell formation that the four representative mages of the Ranustin Kingdom had erected to stop the fleeing party.

The entire army was in such a panic that they hadn't properly reacted to the situation. Countless knights attempted to destroy the barrier with physical attacks, but those futile attempts only left them bruised from the recoil. The knights were all stampeding towards the barrier as the ones in the front were shoved forward even as they attempted to destroy the obstruction in their way. Unfortunately most of them were knocked down and trampled into the dirt by those pressing in behind them.

It hadn't synced up within their hearts that the initial attack may have been a one-off trick, so they continued to run. The buzzing sound from the horizon signified that the enemy is still in the chase, which could only mean that none of them would be escaping from this battlefield. They could not quench the fear as they stepped upon their brethren in order to gain even one extra second to get away from the monster at their backs.

The flustered mages, who had the privilege to be excluded from this hideous scene as they could use flight magic, cried in despair as they witnessed their allies trampling over each other. They had regained their composure as they attempted to break the barrier using offensive spell formations. It did not take long before the thousand mages had created their countermagic.

A loud bang echoed throughout the area surrounded by the barrier as it shattered in an instant. The rushing soldiers beneath sighed in relief as they hurriedly proceeded to run for their lives. Those that had fallen due to unfortunate circumstances could only be stepped upon again and again by their fellow soldiers, as the survival of the fittest kicked in within the minds of these people.

*Swoosh!

A swift figure flew past over the soldiers, as they immediately glanced at the speeding man above them. But in the next instant, a loud bang could be heard from the enemy's direction. The hearts and hopes of the soldiers sunk deeper as they witnessed the man above them descending unchecked as he dropped dead in front of them.

"K-King Louie!?!" Most of the veterans within the troops immediately recognized the person that had fallen in front of them. The army was thrown into a wild commotion as they confirmed that this man was indeed King Louie! Not all of them had the opportunity to meet the king personally in the past, but the portraits and the occasional public appearances when they were young had made an impression within their minds. This face was definitely that of King Louie, or it should be a few decades ago! How does he look so young even after all these years? How is he even still alive?

The fear within their hearts was overtaken by the confusion within their minds.

But it was yet again ignited as a burning figure descended in front of the cold corpse of King Louie. The sight of such a bizarre looking person had made the hearts and minds of the Wolfenstein Army tremble in absolute fear. No one dared to move in the slightest as the man started approaching the dead King Louie. With a single touch, the body of the king completely disappeared, as if it was never there.

Feihren did not bother with the frozen army of the Wolfenstein Kingdom. It was understandable, as they would know that running away from him at this point is similar to just asking to be killed. For now, Feihren was focusing on what he had gathered from this skirmish.

'Title: [King of the Kill] - Grants permanent damage amplification of 500% from any damage source'

'Well, this isn't too bad. I'd be using this if only my Messiah title wasn't even better.' For now, Feihren left the title within his status page as he checked the other drops. Aside from the trash items that could be converted into [Smelt Dusts], Feihren actually had decent drops from all this. Aside from the [Demonic Essence], King Louie had dropped a few precious items.

'[Dark Dragons' Cloak] (Legendary)'

'[True Kings Crown] (Epic): Grants aura of a magnanimous king, Area Slow 20%'

'[Life Break] Skill Book'

Feihren gasped in shock as he saw that he acquired the skill book for [Life Break]! This is a literal 'game breaking' skill that King Louie had abused! Well, Feihren would not do any of the nefarious things that the crazy old king probably did, but this would be useful in many different ways. Although the cooldown was insanely long, this was a sure kill skill that would benefit Feihren for a long time.

The [Dark Dragons Cloak] also attracted Feihren's attention as it sounded familiar...

'Isn't this like the [Jade Dragon Armor] I got back then from Queen Angelique? Don't tell me that these things were part of a set?' Feihren was not necessarily wrong on his guess as it seems that item sets do exist in this magic world. It would explain why the items didn't show their effects or description.

As for the [True Kings Crown], Feihren had a faint laugh as he remembered that it was similar to the [Kings Aura] skill book he got a while ago. Retracting the helm of the Hades Armor, Feihren jokingly wore the crown as he started laughing in glee. It was his version of a victory party.

To his surprise, the frozen soldiers and the floating mages started moving! Yet, they weren't attacking him?

Every single one of the soldiers that had witnessed the scene just now deeply kowtowed to Feihren has they had tears roll down their faces. The remaining troops followed suit as they could feel the urgency of doing so.

"Hail the King! The New King of Wolfenstein!" 

One of the generals within the Wolfenstein troops started chanting at the top of his lungs. Everyone followed him as the entirety of the place now echoed with similar shouting.

'What the hell is this?!' Feihren was majorly confused as to what was going on. He helplessly waved his hand as to disperse the misunderstanding, yet the chanting became even louder after he did so.

"Please everyone, stop this!" Feihren yelled loud enough for the majority of the troops nearest him to hear. So they lowered their volume and had eventually stopped.

"As you wish Your Majesty" The same general that had started the whole chanting nonsense immediately responded to Feihren's order.

'Stop with the brown nosing!' Feihren thought to himself as he glared helplessly upon this general with a weird looking mustache.

Feihren walked towards the Wolfenstein Army, but he forgot that he was still wearing the [True Kings Crown] and had its effect activated. The magnanimous image of Feihren left a strong imprint on the hearts and minds of the soldiers of the front troops.

A well-built man walked past the other soldiers as he arrived at the front of the soldiers closest to Feihren. He greeted him with a heart full of sincerity, and offered their greatest gratitude for eliminating the 'true evil that had lurked amongst them'. It appears that he was the Field Marshal of this operation.

Feihren could not help his thoughts while shaking the hand of this man... 'What is with this sudden 180o nonsense?'