Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Chapter 187: Chapter 17 Battlefield Situation

“At the same time Richard was comfortably opening treasure chests in Amade City, he was far from comfortable on the battlefield.

The Black Tide did not advance quickly, creeping across the wilderness at a slow, yet constant pace toward Amade’s territory.

They were like a towering wall, simply seeing them made one feel they were insurmountable.

During this process, small teams of Black Knights kept breaking off from the main group, seemingly scouting or clearing out Nightmare Creatures nearby the army.

And in the midst of the army, an exceptionally tall Black Knight stared toward Amade City with blood-red eyes.

He was the commander of the Black Knights, the strongest among them.

Suddenly, the Black Knight Commander began to conjure a Riding Spear in his hand. Then, all the Black Knights in the army started to conjure Riding Spears.

At the end of the Black Knight Commander’s line of sight, a black dot was rapidly expanding.

The Black Knight Commander silently issued an order,

“Charge!”

The next moment, the Black Tide surged forward like a dam-break flood.

At that time, whether it was mountains or seas in front of the Black Knight army, nothing could stop their charging steps.

If it were mountains, they would carve through them! If it were seas, they would build bridges!

Once the charge of the Black Knight army started, there were only two outcomes—either crushing the enemy or being crushed.

…

Far from the army, Amade, who had launched the expedition, suddenly stopped.

“Everyone, stop.”

He looked into the distance, and from the pitch-black helmet, a pair of blood-red eyes exuded an intimidating force.

The gathered Nightmare Spirits stopped in their tracks, waiting for Amade, their commander, to issue orders.

Amade glanced at the numerous Nightmare Spirits below and then commanded the official,

“Official, release your pages. The Black Knights have already sensed us.”

The official opened his book, and sheets of white paper transformed into Nightmare Spirits, while the official’s aura also faded.

Soon, tens of thousands of Nightmare Spirits were released by the official. This official’s talent allowed him to generate a corresponding page on his body for each Nightmare Creature he consumed.

When needed, these pages could temporarily transform into Nightmare Creatures, drawing the attention of others.

This talent was not particularly useful under normal circumstances, as it had neither offensive nor defensive abilities, nor was it abstract.

But during a Black Tide event, this talent became an invaluable top-tier talent.

Once the Black Knights’ charge met a Nightmare Creature, their accumulated power would dissipate, so if the official’s talent was used properly, the Black Knight army could suffer heavy losses.

This was where Amade’s confidence in this expedition stemmed from.

As long as they were not hit by the Black Knights’ charge, these Black Knights were not a concern.

The paper-made Nightmare Spirits were controlled by the official, running systematically through the hills, appearing very adept.

Clearly, this wasn’t his first time doing this.

In addition to the official, Amade ordered several other Nightmares of varying strengths to set up the battlefield.

These Nightmare Creatures’ talents all had the ability to massively alter the terrain, and within just minutes, the area where Richard was located became an island surrounded by swamps.

The black-green swamps emitted a foul odor, and within them, a huge Nightmare resembling a tree-person used the Power of Nightmare to create a dense forest, all of which were products of Big Nightmare’s talent, appearing just like clones.

These tree creatures had spikes growing on their limbs, which were covered with deadly poison—once the Black Knights fell into the swamps, these tree creatures could deal with them swiftly.

Apart from tree spirits, the swamp concealed various bizarre Nightmare creations.

Without exception, all these beings were deadly.

Richard stood beside Magic Puppet Billy, watching as one grim puppet after another, covered in bloodstains, emerged from him.

These puppets held blood-stained daggers, looking like evil spirits that had crawled out of a horror movie.

Richard casually grabbed a puppet and snatched the dagger from its hand.

“Hey, Black Robe Charlie, what are you doing?” Magic Puppet Billy complained.

“Nothing.” Richard looked at the knife in his hand, which was coated with the Dream Rules, capable of causing endless bleeding in anyone it stabbed.

“This knife of yours isn’t up to par. How could such a quality knife pierce through Black Knights’ Armor?”

Saying this, Richard pocketed the dagger and conjured an Alloy Dagger, placing it in the puppet’s hand.

“Try mine, it’s definitely stronger than yours.”

Magic Puppet Billy’s controlled puppet swung the Alloy Dagger a couple of times and found Richard’s indeed stronger.

“Really nice, I didn’t expect you to have this skill.” Magic Puppet Billy expressed in surprise.

Richard smiled, “The material of this dagger is an alloy used in alchemy machines. Although it’s just apprentice-level quality, it’s definitely stronger than the steel dagger of Magic Puppet Billy.”

Keeping on concentrating, Richard formed an alloy dagger in his hand. “Let’s collaborate—how about splitting the Power of Nightmare nineteen-to-one? You nine, I one.”

Magic Puppet Billy gave it a moment of thought and immediately agreed to the deal.

Afterward, Magic Puppet Billy’s Murder Puppets were all equipped with Richard’s alloy daggers, while most of the discarded steel daggers were transformed back into the Power of Nightmare by Billy. The remaining three daggers were collected by Richard for future research.

As Richard’s side was setting up the battleground, the army of Black Knights also made steady progress.

The thunderous sound of horse hooves was clear even from miles away. As they charged, the Black Knights formed a “V” formation with the sharpness of an arrow, seemingly piercing through Richard’s defenses.

Soon, the Nightmares controlled by the officials began to lure the Black Knights.

These Nightmare Spirits, racing across the wilderness, continuously provoked the Black Knights leading the charge.

Before long, the first Black Knight broke from formation.

He burst out of line, his riding spear slaughtering a Nightmare Spirit with a single thrust.

Following him, more and more Black Knights left the formation to hunt down the Nightmare Spirits.

The forefront of the entire army of Black Knights instantly scattered like sand.

“It looks like the Black Tide isn’t very difficult,” Richard purposely said to Magic Puppet Billy beside him, trying to coax more information from him.

As he expected, Billy glanced at him with disdain and said, “This is just the beginning; you’ll soon learn the difference between a Black Tide and Black Knights.”

Not long after Billy finished his statement, the commander of the Black Knights issued his second command.

“Charge.”

This charge was different; the scattered Black Knights had already hindered the army’s advance, but under the commander’s order, those charging aimed their spears at their obstructing comrades.

The Black Knights’ charge allowed for only crushing the enemy or being crushed!

Rip! Tear!

A blocking Black Knight was impaled on two spears and flung into the air, his body tearing into two pieces instantly.

The cruel command quickly brought back the sharpness of the Black Knights, but by this time, they had also entered the marshlands.

The foul swamp caused the leading Black Knights to plummet into it, followed by a series of plummets.

The Nightmare creatures hidden in the swamp seized the opportunity to attack the Black Knights.

A dark tree spirit thrashed its roots, skewering a Black Knight and erecting him like an execution rack. Beside him, a dark shadowy creature swallowed a Black Knight whole.

The tactics of the Nightmare creatures were strange and varied, but soon they realized something was amiss.

More and more Black Knights entered the marsh, their hooves wrapped in a fog-like Power of Nightmare.

Their carefully prepared swamp became obsolete in front of this mist; the Black Knights were able to walk on water!

“With a commander, the Black Knights are like having a brain. Some of the powerful ones even surpass Lord Level big shots in their use of the Power of Nightmare,” Billy said somberly to Richard, watching the water-walking Black Knights.

He was not optimistic about the war situation.

Despite their current victories, these losses were not enough in the face of an entire army of Black Knights.

Without intervention, these Black Knights would soon breach their defenses.

As if to prove Billy’s thought, a Black Knight who had charged into the swamp speared a greedy lesser Nightmare Spirit. Following him, more and more Black Knights entered the swamp, their spears burning with black-red flames. Once touched by the flames, the tree spirits quickly turned into flaming stumps.

With the most robust barriers in the swamp massacred, it meant the collapse of the entire defense line.

Above in the sky, Demon Sword Amade observed the falling defense line with irritation.

The Black Knights’ response was too rapid, which resulted the defensive damage being far less than he anticipated.

He looked towards the huge Black Knight army, and in the center, an exceptionally tall Black Knight was staring him down.

“Stabilize the defense line.”

Amade issued the command, then pointed his Demon Sword towards the commander of the Black Knights.

The implicit meaning was clear.

The commander of the Black Knights readied his spear, mounted on a Nightmare colossal horse that matched the Black Dragon in no lesser terms, and charged toward Amade in the sky.

The hooves of the Nightmare horse blazed with flames, leaving a trail of black-flamed footprints with every step in the void.

With its charge, a fiery path gradually appeared in the void, and at the end of the path awaited Amade, mounted on the Black Dragon.

Amade’s Demon Sword began to awaken, blood-red eyes opening one by one from the hilt to the tip. As they opened, Amade’s aura grew increasingly powerful, until, with the last eye opening, he appeared almost like a Demon God incarnate.

Even the celestial phenomena changed because of him.

Amade swung his Demon Sword, and in that moment, it seemed as if the heavens and earth swung with it.

And at the direction of the blade, the Black Knight with the spear rode through the sky, his dark spear tip ready to pierce the heavens.

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