Reincarnated Lord: I can upgrade everything!

Her aura became more refined and alluring. Even without seeing her face, a man would be entranced by her presence alone.

It seemed like his guess was correct. With each increase in rank, Sapphira grew more beautiful.

"Your Lordship!" Nero's voice veered Asher's attention away from Sapphira toward him. Looking at Nero, who went on one knee the moment his attention was gotten, Asher lifted him up.

"You did well for a BloodBlade."

Nero removed his helmet and smiled.

"As a reward..." Asher lifted up Enoch's helmet and looked at Nero's.

[Detected host's intentions. Would you like to fuse Enoch's helmet and Noble BloodBlade Nero's helmet to produce an upgraded version? Yes or No?]

'Do it.'

Swoosh!

Enoch's helmet flew out of his hand and collided with Nero's helmet, which also flew out of the young lad's hand.

Mid-air, both helmets merged together and the light died down. What Nero caught was a pure golden helmet with a simple yet domineering design.

It had a short crest with no plume and two exquisitely shaped holes for the eyes. Apart from that, there was no other opening!

Nero easily donned it. Instantly, his demeanor changed. It seemed like he was always in a solemn mood.

There was darkness in the eye holes so no one could see his eyes.

[Ding! Upgraded version: Helmet of Invisibility. Once it is worn, the wearer can turn invisible at any moment. It also erases footsteps and sounds, making the wearer a predator of men.]

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Asher blinked.

"Do you know what it does?" The moment he asked, Nero vanished before his eyes and when he appeared, he was behind Sapphira.

Sapphira raised an eyebrow. Even she couldn't sense Nero in his invisible state!

Other soldiers who were watching this had enviable lights in their eyes. This made them more determined to push themselves to their limits and gain their lord's attention.

...

A chaotic sound disturbed the civilians of Hebron Town. For two days now they were under siege against 1000 Tigris Footmen but the 100 Desolate Wolves Infantrymen made the difference in the tide of battle.

Without them, Hebron Town would have fallen on day one.

At this moment, Desolate Wolves, in their heavy armor and thick frame, stood at critical junctions of the wall along with Flameheart Footmen and we're fending off Tigris Footmen.

On the second day, the commander of the Tigris Footmen sent a report to their general, General Darius, informing him about what they were facing and because of this, General Darius had sent 20 Dark Skies.

Standing outside his tent, the Tigris commander looked at his men struggling to breach the wall but those human-armored fortresses were simply impregnable.

Although there were 400 silver-ranked Footmen amongst the 1000, they still couldn't bring down 100 Desolate Wolves.

But they did deplete the number of the garrison troop to 90. Unfortunately, it was at the cost of 200 men!

The Tigris commander couldn't help but ponder where such soldiers came from. They fought like the legendary imperial footmen.

"Commander, the Dark Skies will be here by dawn tomorrow." A messenger came with his head lowered.

"Good! We shall retreat and burn down this town come tomorrow."

The commander chuckled. He had so much confidence in the Dark Skies. Each Dark Sky marksman was a half-step knight!

Their arrows could pierce through gold-ranked armor and shields if they activated their battle force but that was under tough circumstances.

However, 20 of them would be able to slay not just the soldiers but everyone in Hebron Town if they wanted.

And the orders were to level the town. Silver Castle had been leveled by General Darius, 100 Dark Skies, and 1000 Tigris Footmen.

Hebron Town was the next. Once the town was leveled, they would loot it.

The next day, at dawn, Desolate Wolves could be seen on the walls, like statues that never rest. The bloodstained, tattered flag on their spears billowed softly.

The gentle flaps fell into their ever-sensitive ears.

Tapk! Tapk!

A Desolate Wolve soldier, the captain of the company, walked to the edge of the wall and looked into the distance.

He squinted.

"Can you hear that?"

He turned, his right ear facing the distance.

Desolate Wolves frowned and some began to wake up the sleeping Flameheart soldiers.

"Get up."

The Ashbourne captain tapped a Flameheart soldier but the man brushed his hand away.

"Get up!"

The Ashbourne captain stomped, spiking his battle force, which covered his body in a fiery light.

The energy spike slapped the soldier out of his slumber.

"Focus."

The Ashbourne captain hissed. He had not slept for two days straight but he held on since a message had been sent to their commander.

He had strong faith in Alec.

It was his duty to protect the town so sleeping was directly against that. Unfortunately, whether it was against or not, his body was slowly getting weaker.

"What is it?" The Flameheart Captain came out from the staircase that led to the ground. It was obvious that he went home or to the barracks.

"There's something odd."

"What?"

"The lights are out and there's something breaking the flow of the wind."

The Flameheart Captain frowned.

"There is nothing out the—!"

Swish!

A black projectile slammed him off the wall almost instantly, shocking the Ashbourne captain.

"Shields!"

He bellowed.

Without delay, his men placed their shields before them and assumed a stance that balanced them. This way, the force of the arrows won't disable them.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

Men were being impaled by arrows that came in without end. Some tried to run but an arrow caught them. The force of the arrow was so strong that it flung them several meters away.

Many were thrown off the wall.

The Ashbourne captain was shocked as Flameheart Footmen—even those with shields were dying like flies.

His heart shook.

Suddenly, the Dark Skies came out of the fog, looking dreadful as each of them could fire four arrows, each arrow being longer than the usual.

They were able to perform the greatest rapid fire, dwarfing even the imperial archer troop!

As they unleashed their battle force, the Ashbourne captain saw arrows pierce through his men's tower shields and through their armor.

They were launched off the wall in great numbers.

He gasped.

Swish!

An arrow pierced through his shield and came out of his abdomen. He took five steps back.

Grunting, he took the same five steps forward, only for another arrow to pierce through his shield and open another hole in his body!

Grinding his teeth, he let go of the shield and launched his spear with all his might!

"For Lord Asher!"

The spear was like a silver streak and it slammed a Dark Sky to the ground, killing him instantly!

This made other Dark Skies focus on the Ashbourne captain, as he was now the last man standing.

"Say your prayers." The Tigris commander chuckled.

A glow flashed through his eyes.

"Fire."