Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
Swords And Magic
Abbadon: [——!]
With the boiling hot asphalt that flowed down to the side of the walls, the soldiers below were quickly splashed with the boiling tar as it burnt their skin.
They were stuck together as the tar slowed their movements, hindering their movements.
It was just the first set of soldiers, and as the rest stopped charging in, the first who suffered from tar quickly died and some had fallen to the trenches, trying to remove the sticky liquid of death.
Khan Soldier: [Slimes?!]
Abbadon: [They're not slimes, dammit!]
Exploding the tar that had kept him in place, Abbadon quickly retreated after realizing that it was a mistake to dive head-on. He was fooled that it could be a bluff.
Maximilian had kept on trying to hold him in place, yet he flew too fast for the molten tar to reach.
The soldiers that were yet to charge near the walls could only see their comrades fall into extreme suffering as their skin turned red, melting as their inner tissues were revealed by it.