The Sword Emperor Transmigrates

Chapter 148

Chapter 148The cavalry unit powerful enough to raze a decently large estate to the ground was annihilated in seconds. For the subjugation squad, the one-sided slaughter barely qualified as a warm-up.

Isaac glanced at the battlefield, now resembling a slaughterhouse, and quickly assessed the situation.

“Centaurs are a hunting race. There’s no way a hostile group would exist within the Divine Territory, so they must have come here thinking they could catch some prey. But I see no evidence of a successful hunt.”

“Are you saying they were on their way to hunt, not returning from one?”

“Exactly. If we proceed in the direction they came from, we’ll likely find the centaurs’ encampment. If we’re lucky, we might come across Castor sooner than expected.”

From that point on, things progressed rapidly.

With Isaac leading, the subjugation squad picked up the pace,

Slash!

The white horse took the hit instead, its head flying off before it collapsed to the ground.

—Y-You...

Drenched in the blood gushing from the horse’s neck, Castor stared at Leonard with a blank expression.

A cavalryman’s horse was part of him, essentially his own flesh and blood, and Castor had just lost his dear mount because of his own error.

Suppressing his anger, Castor became eerily calm, his gaze turning to the centaurs on the brink of annihilation in the distance. The situation was already beyond saving. Though rage boiled within him, his mind remained cold.

—I admit it. I’ve lost.

At Castor’s flat voice, Leonard felt an incomprehensible chill. Though he wanted to finish Castor off right then and there, his intuition urged him against it. He held back his sword.

And then...

—But if it were my younger brother, not me, you wouldn’t stand a chance! We are the Dioscuri! Sons of the almighty Lord of the Sky, Zeus! Come forth, Pollux!

As Castor shouted, an overwhelming presence responded to his call and appeared in the Divine Territory. Its oppressive aura seemed to rival Tyr’s.

—What a shame. Had you taken my head, I could have offered myself as a sacrifice to summon him in a more complete state.

Despite his admission of defeat, a hint of arrogance lingered in Castor’s voice. His figure grew transparent, slowly fading away, suggesting he had run out of strength. Since Pollux was a higher-ranked god, even summoning him through their bond as twins had drained all of Castor’s remaining power.

—My brother Pollux is a martial god whom not even Heracles, the God of Heroes, could defeat in hand-to-hand combat. Consider it an honor to be crushed by his fists.

Almost simultaneously with Castor’s disappearance, a Void Deity was summoned, having received the divine power of his twin brother and the hundreds of centaur corpses as sacrifices.

Pollux, the God of Combat, rose from a pool of blood, his massive frame stained crimson as he raised his metallic, gleaming fist. Hugo was the first to rush in and stand in his path.

“We need to hold out until Leonard can rejoin the—”

Before Hugo could even finish his sentence, Pollux’s iron fist shattered his greatsword and pierced his solar plexus. It was a punch reaching the peak of flawless mastery.

Boom!

Hugo was blasted away, flying hundreds of meters before crashing into the ground, knocked unconscious. If it weren’t for his Dragon Blood-enhanced muscles and bones, his whole upper body would have been obliterated.

Pollux possessed the strength to take down a Swordmaster of Cardenas in a single blow. The White Dragon knights, realizing the sheer might of Pollux, broke in a cold sweat.

He’s at least intermediate-rank!

The squad was faced with a monstrous being, one seemingly surpassing Aiolos, the most dangerous Void Deity assigned to the Subjugation Order.