Bound To The Dead: The Deceptive Class-E Farmer-Chapter 44: From Farmer to Warlord

Above the wall, Corpuz’s eyes widened, and for the first time, even Broner straightened up, arms dropping to his sides.

"What... the hell are those?" Corpuz muttered.

Broner didn’t answer.

The king raised his hand.

"Kill him."

Isaac didn’t blink.

Behind him, Aiah summoned a flame in each hand.

Mira is looking for a place where she and Elder Peter can hide.

Nail stood, fists clenched.

Putol cracked his neck. "Round two..."

Then they both froze, watching as Ben darted toward a fallen guard and yanked a sword from his corpse.

Putol blinked.

Nai tilted his head.

"Wait. We can grab weapons?" Nai muttered.

"I thought this was some kind of honor duel thing," Putol added, scratching his head.

They looked around, dozens of dead guards, weapons everywhere.

They both scrambled.

Elder Peter grunted, sitting up. "End this."

The locusts buzzed again, but this time they stopped attacking the soldiers as Isaac’s attention shifted to the humanoids. They hung in the air, waiting for Isaac’s next command.

Soldiers on the sidelines stepped back.

Isaac didn’t run.

He didn’t speak.

He lifted his sickles and wisphered...

"Tool Savant."

[Skill Activated: Tool Savant]

[Time Left: 01:59:59]

The blades glowed dark purple. A flash of electricity danced across the edges. Smoke hissed from the metal. The blades twisted, elongated, curved. A small second blade formed on the opposite side of each sickle.

They were now double-bladed, shaped for pure killing.

The first wave of humanoids reached him.

Isaac moved.

He dodged the first claw. Slashed across the chest of a spider-legged humanoid. His blade tore through bone and muscle with one clean strike.

Another leapt from behind.

Isaac spun. The double-blade caught its throat and lower chest in one sweeping arc. It dropped, body twitching.

Then came the flood.

Ten. Twenty. Thirty at once.

Isaac fought through them all.

His movements were tight, efficient, no wasted energy. He didn’t dance. He hunted.

His sickles cut through limbs, necks, and torsos. Humanoid s screeched, collapsed, bled.

A crab-armed humanoid tried to grab him from the side. Isaac ducked, sliced its leg off, then drove a blade into its mouth.

Blood sprayed. Screams filled the plaza.

Aiah moved in beside him, flames gathering at her hands now free.

"Covering you!"

She launched a huge fireballs at a trio of creatures flanking Isaac. They burned alive, screeching as they fell.

Then Nai, Putol, and Ben joined the battle. Still weak, still recovering, but their eyes burned with purpose.

Nai tackled a centipede-hybrid and drove a stolen spear into its neck.

Ben shielded Putol, who flung a chunk of broken chain like a whip, smashing a humanoid’s skull.

The tide of monsters surged, but Isaac stood at the center, unmoving, covered in blood that wasn’t his.

A scream echoed from the sidelines as a massive humanoid, twice the size of the others, charged at Isaac.

Isaac met the monster head-on. One sickle slashed upward, severing the jaw. The second blade spun downward, cutting deep into its skull.

The beast dropped with a heavy thud.

Silence fell for a moment.

Dozens of humanoids were already dead. The rest circled nervously, unsure.

From the side, Harper watched with glowing eyes, fists clenched.

The humanoids regrouped.

More than half were already dead or bleeding on the ground, but the ones still standing hissed, snarled, and spread out to surround Isaac and his group.

Isaac scanned the field fast.

"Tight formation. Don’t spread out."

Nai, Putol, Ben, and Aiah closed in around him. They moved back-to-back, forming a tight circle.

The humanoids charged again.

"Aiah, flames at the front. Nai, hold the right. Putol, left. Ben, keep their backs off me."

They followed without hesitation.

Isaac ducked under a claw, then slammed both sickles into the gut of a charging humanoid. He kicked it off and pivoted to block another.

Ben fought like a soldier. His blade wasn’t fancy, but it was fast. He slashed the legs of a spider-creature, knocking it off balance.

Nai used his bulk to shield Putol, swinging a broken chain with one arm like a flail. It cracked bone on contact.

Aiah burned everything in front of her. She kept her flames controlled, short bursts, fire bullets, not wild explosions. She incinerated one after another, keeping them off Isaac’s left.

"Now!" Isaac shouted.

He leapt into the air.

Aiah blasted fire beneath him, launching him higher. Isaac flipped once, then came down like an axe.

His sickles sliced two humanoids clean in half before he even hit the ground.

Critical Hit. Vital Point Struck. Two enemies eliminated.

He landed, rolled, and came up swinging.

The swarm around them grew thicker. Not attacking, just watching, hovering, waiting for Isaac’s next command.

The humanoids kept coming, but they were sloppy now. Desperate.

Isaac turned their momentum against them. He used their size against them, drawing one in close, then ducking under its arm and letting it crash into another.

Ben shouted, "Incoming left!"

Isaac spun and slashed, two quick strikes, both on target.

Another down.

Then two more.

Putol took a hit to the shoulder. Blood sprayed, but Isaac shouted.

"Swarm Heal!"

The locusts dove on Putol, stitching the wound mid-fight. He grunted, pain easing just enough to stay in it.

The enemy was thinning.

The ground was covered in bodies, broken limbs, pools of blood, twitching remains.

And still, Isaac moved.

Not fast.

Not loud.

Just sharp.

Focused.

Deadly.

More humanoids fell. Dozens. Then dozens more. The swarm began to chant, an eerie sound that rolled over the plaza like wind through bones.

Above the palace wall, Corpuz stepped forward.

He couldn’t speak.

Broner’s jaw was tight.

Even the king stopped smiling.

"This isn’t a farmer," Broner finally said. "This is a warlord."

The last of the humanoids snarled and charged.

Twenty or so remained, blood-covered, half-crazed, some dragging broken limbs. But they didn’t care. They had orders. And Isaac was still breathing.

He stepped forward, blades humming with dark energy. His eyes locked on the incoming swarm.

"Attack."

The swarm obeyed.

From the sky, a second wave of locusts dove like spears, straight into the remaining humanoids. They didn’t just bite. They carved. Ripped. Crippled. Wings buzzed like chainsaws. Screams echoed across the plaza.

Nai, Putol, and Ben charged in.

They aimed for the monsters already struggling against the locusts, slashing, stabbing, finishing them off. The locusts couldn’t kill strong targets on their own. But they weakened them just enough.

It was teamwork.

It was brutal.

And it was working.

One humanoid broke through the locusts. It lunged.

Isaac twisted and drove both sickles into its gut, lifting it midair, then split it in half with a clean pull.

Aiah blasted fire across the side, burning a trio trying to flank them.

"Isaac, left!"

Putol rushed forward, low and fast, tackling a humanoid and smashing its skull with his chained fists.

Ben spun a fallen sword, slicing a spider-legged creature through the neck.

Nai grabbed one by the throat and slammed it against the stone pillar until it stopped moving.

"Behind you!"

Isaac didn’t turn. He lashed out behind him with a sickle, feeling the blade split bone and silence the scream.

In seconds, the final ones were down. Limbs twitched. Smoke rose. The plaza floor was a carpet of bodies and gore.

Isaac stood in the center, breathing hard. Blood on his arms. Not his.

He glanced at the others, Nai’s arm was bleeding, Ben had a deep gash on his side, and Putol was limping, face pale from a stab to the thigh.

"Swarm Heal." He whispered.

Group of smaller locusts dove toward them again .

—-----

King Geoffrey stood frozen.

Just moments ago, he was grinning. Laughing. Boasting about his humanoids to the crowd like he was unveiling the gods’ wrath.

Now?

The gods weren’t listening.

The nobles were silent. Many had backed away. Some even tried to flee.

The soldiers? Pale. Shaken. Weapons trembling in their hands.

Geoffrey’s lips parted, dry and cracked. His knuckles whitened around the railing.

"This... this wasn’t supposed to happen," he muttered.

He spun toward Miss Wesson, voice cracking under pressure.

"Release the next wave. All of them. Two hundred. Now."

"Understood, Your Majesty." Miss Wesson again pressed a command. "Activate Unit Set 02 and 03. Release the fangs and horns"

—----

Isaac narrowed his eyes.

The battlefield was quiet now. Just twitching limbs, broken bodies, and the buzzing of wings.

But he wasn’t fooled.

"Some of them might regenerate..."

"Swarm Devour."

The locusts, still thick in the air, responded instantly.

They dived onto the humanoid corpses, ripping into the twisted flesh like a feeding frenzy. Bones cracked. Flesh was shredded.

But then...

BOOM.

The massive iron doors behind the palace burst open.

Two hundred more humanoids poured out like demons set loose.

Fangs. Claws. Screeching limbs.

Some ran on spider legs, others with crab claws, some with giant mouths where eyes should be. All of them charged straight at Isaac.

Nai, Putol, Ben, and Aiah stepped into formation behind Isaac, but even they hesitated at the numbers.

Isaac’s eyes locked on the monsters, he felt the exhaustion.

But no more holding back.

"Abyssal Overdrive."

[Activate Abyssal Overdrive? Y/N]

He exhaled.

"Yes.’’

[Skill Activated: Abyssal Overdrive]

[Time Left: 01:59:59]

Dark energy exploded around him.

His sickles hissed.

His veins pulsed black.

The air turned heavy.

He felt the corruption stir, like a beast clawing at the edges of his soul, but he shoved the thought aside. Not now. Not yet.

"Let’s finish this."