Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

He always believed that strength and elegance were not in conflict; the ultimate swordsmanship should possess extreme beauty, which in itself is another form of elegance.

Now he admitted that young master Kael’s elegance surpassed his own.

"Trouble!" he muttered to himself as he looked at the phantom chain that had pierced through his arm.

If it hadn’t been for the dungeon challenge level, a rule set by the will of the world that limited his power, he would have rushed forward to display the beauty of extreme slaughter.

On any battlefield where life and death were at stake, no opponent of the same level had ever surpassed Old White.

In every confrontation with a formidable enemy, he was the last one standing.

The anguished Wolf King knew the outcome and did not look back, leading the pack into the forest. Just as they were about to disappear into the woods, he sensed a lethal threat behind him.

The Wolf King jumped aside without hesitation but was still a half-step too slow. The glowing sword, wrapped in a thick curse, tore through the Wolf King’s fur and flesh. It whimpered, dared not look back, and limped into the thicket with a broken leg.

"Grandpa White, let’s stop here, don’t provoke them any further," said a voice.

Old White gently wiped his sword. The cold look in his eyes softened a bit as he turned to Kael.

At this moment, the ground around him was full of corrosions, marks of a highly corrosive curse. Unavoidably splattered with blood, he stepped back slightly as Kael approached and lowered his head, saying:

"Lord, I apologize, but I am currently unable to serve you. Please wait while I clean the dirt and bloodstains from my body..."

Kael ignored Old White’s expression of refusal and simply cast a spell on him.

The dirt and dried blood were swept away from Old White’s body, and he once again assumed the demeanor of a courteous housekeeper.

Looking at his sharp gaze and vigorous stride now, one couldn’t see any sign of injury.

The surrounding players shouted loudly, and the scene erupted in jubilation.

Obviously, they had already received the message that the mission was complete. Although the Wolf King had escaped into the forest, Kael knew the battle would not last much longer.

The scale of victory had already tipped in his favor. Sensing the faint aroma of magic in the air, he turned to Knight Dan, whose garment was stained with blood, and said: Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Has Hassaka been notified?"

Dan nodded.

"Leave some people to stay here, the rest head to assist Hassaka. Although the Blood Wolf Clan is strong, that child is far from being ready," he instructed.

Bloody, Barry approached: "Don’t worry too much, kid, haha, Kael, that move you made just now was quite something!

If you had used it back in the Border Battles with those pretty Elven heads, it would’ve been wildly popular."

Did this guy truly deserve to be called an Extraordinary Knight? His armor had barely any serious dents, a minimal wound compared to being surrounded by the Shadow Wolf Guard earlier.

To him, an ordinary wolf pack was essentially meant to be slaughtered, evidenced by the strong smell of blood now saturating his armor as he approached.

"Uncle Barry, did you ever fight the elves before?" Kael asked with a smile.

Seeing the blood and flesh from the wolf pack still clinging to his own body, Barry abandoned his intention to pat Kael on the shoulder and said:

"Of course, those pretty heads in the Supreme Forest are not as naive as you think.

The way they glorify themselves in books sent out to the world compared to their actions on the battlefield make one feel quite disgusted."

Kael nodded in agreement.

In his previous life, having dealt with elves, he knew all too well that those pretty heads were not as beautiful and peace-loving as the nobles of the federation imagined.

What a joke, those folks once laid the ’Dragon Frenzy Lock,’ driving countless Metal Dragons and Colorful Dragons into a frenzied war.

If they truly loved peace, how could they have been the rulers of the continent in the last era?

Saying they were peace-lovers was like America calling itself the world’s police—you just listen and if you believe it, others will think you a fool.

Kael looked up at the increasingly bright moon.

Players were still excitedly cleaning the battlefield of various post-war traces.

These trash collectors, embodying the spirit of missing no opportunity, almost plowed the field three feet deep, clearing out a vast number of leftover corpses and weapons.

Of course, Kael had already instructed the Rangers to tell them that these items were not theirs alone, but belonged to the entire Lancaster Territory.

The players had no right to keep these items for themselves; they needed to wait until after the battle to tally up and distribute the materials based on everyone’s merits on the field.

Even so, this still left many players overjoyed, as Kael had issued them a mission to clean the battlefield.

With a mission in hand, what more was there to say? They wouldn’t even skip it in their sleep; even if a beautiful woman clad in red from the Western regions approached them, swaying seductively, they would dare slap her away, exclaiming—

"Don’t slow down my leveling speed!"

... Afterward ...

"— Gentlemen, after this battle, the disruptive Shadow Wolf pack has been largely eliminated. We have found traces of the wolf pack’s retreat deep in the forest and have set up surveillance."