Heart of Darkness (3)
Leon Hart raised his right hand and pointed to the skies.
“Light of Althea, heal your children!”
A rejuvenating brilliance loomed over the entire battlefield.
In the pouring radiance, the fallen soldiers began to rise one by one.
The wounds on their bodies slowly disappeared, and their energy began to return.
Their fear disappeared as courage took place in their hearts.
“Hey, this is—”
“It’s Leon Hart!”
The dying soldiers had risen once more.
The monsters hummed in dismay.
Leon Hart wasn’t done yet.
He continued by tracing a series of successive signatures in the air.
“Kybriel’s protection, embrace their bodies!”
Subtle darkness coated the armor of knights and soldiers, boosting everyone’s defenses.
“Let Yessen’s flame ignite your weapons!”
Fires began to cover the blades of everyone’s spears and swords.
Due to that, they were given the ability to deal more damage against enemies higher-leveled than they were.
The knights and soldiers charged forward, their morale and spirits reaching the extremes.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Die, you filthy monsters!”
“I’ll kill you all!”
The war situation had changed.
The majority of the monsters’ ranks began to collapse due to the assault of a minor human army.
Through the skills of a powerful Spiritist, their capabilities were pushed past their limits.
“With that, the dire situation has been cleared.”
Leon Hart clenched his fist after taking care of his troops.
Most Spiritists often stayed behind the frontlines, coordinating the situation to their advantage.
But Leon Hart was different.
He was both a powerful supporter and a frontline commander.
“Activate, Uroboros’s snake!”
His artifact, Uroboros’s coat, unsewn itself and slithered across his skin like a snake, covering his whole body.
The coat’s threads, which became firmer than steel, defended his arms, legs, body, and neck.
He then used another skill in that condition.
-Ectoplasmic Body!
Sheer energy covered his limbs.
With the power of regeneration and rejuvenation, Prana, empowered his muscles and increased his defense.
That was Leon Hart’s fighting style.
“Huh-up!”
Leon Hart charged against their opponents.
The black shadow ran towards the monsters’ line, dashing a distance of several tens of meters at once.
Boom!
Four monsters were swiftly dealt with as he rushed in, delivering blows to their bodies.
The bewildered monsters roared as they began to fight back.
“Argh!”
A giant Ogre swung its heavy club against him.
He took a step forward and crouched down. Leon Hart threw a punch against it as its attack passed by overhead.
His body rose up as his uppercut connected.
“The night is Kybriel’s holy territory!”
The Ogre’s head exploded.
It was an instantaneous death.
More creatures flocked to Leon Hart.
Claws, swords, and clubs were aimed at him.
“Argh!”
“Urgh!”
But he didn’t back down.
Instead, he maintained a firm posture by solidifying his stance.
He closed in on the Orc’s chest, held it down, and beat it up!
“How dare you Alien beasts destroy the serenity of the night!”
The blown Orc collided with other Orcs, causing it to burst into a scream.
“Ugh!”
“Argh!”
Leon Hart charged forward again.
He continued to punch and kick in various angles as he let his anger out.
“I will punish you in the name of the six Goddesses!”
With a gust of wind, he rolled through the monsters.
Every time his attacks connected, a monster’s blood and flesh were spilled.
“Oh, he’s my uncle, but…”
Marcus clicked his tongue at the sight.
“He’s a unique person.”
It wasn’t uncommon for a weak Mage or a Spiritist to learn martial arts as a means to defend themselves in close-quarters combat.
In such situations, they must escape from the crisis to use magical or spiritual skills again.
Thus, Mages, who used staffs, learned how to use cudgels for physical training and combat assistance purposes.
In the case of Spiritists, who needed his hands to weave signs, their combat training focused on bare-handed fighting styles.
Spiritists and Mages that were better than decent warriors or boxers in close-quarters even sometimes appeared.
Just because they had a talent for Mana or Prana didn’t mean they didn’t have a knack for martial arts.
That was simply a misconception.
However, the limitation of martial arts without the support of Aura or Force was evident.
It was absurd for a Mage or Spiritist to compete against a high-ranking Magic Swordsman in martial arts.
But there were cases when a master who transcended common sense was born.
Leon Hart was one of those masters.
-Why should a Spiritist be under the protection of others?
He wanted to take the lead in battles.
Eventually, he succeeded in converging Prana with bare-handed tactics to reach an entirely new level.
He was the first spiritual boxer in the long history of Latna.
His achievements, including brilliant displays against the Aliens, gave Leon Hart the honor of being chosen as worthy of the Goddesses’ blessing in his late 30s, a relatively young age.
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“Taaaaah!”
With his hands hardened, Leon Hart continued to rush through the monsters’ ranks.
“Yessen’s anger, envelop my hands!”
Flames covered his two steel fists.
Maintaining the blazing state of his arms, he punched every monster around him.
The fire spread with every punch.
It was a spiritual flame that didn’t seem to weaken, much less be extinguished.
“Rhamniana’s torrent, become my storms!”
Blue liquid coiled around his legs.
Every time he launched a kick, the targetted monster’s body fluids boiled, causing them to vomit blood.
The monsters he fought screeched against his might.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
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