Ch.313The Wall Battle

“They’re climbing up! Pour oil and set it on fire! Think of it as ten of you dying for every one of them that makes it up!”

“Imperial Knights, battle formation! Don’t let your guard down!”

Karl and Silvan shouted urgently.

The opportunity to attack one-sidedly was over. Now they had to fight with their lives on the line.

“Take this!”

“I’ll fry you all, you beasts!”

The prepared soldiers lifted wooden barrels and poured oil down the castle walls. The cascading oil waterfall coated the wall surface, making it slick and shiny.

“KAAARK!”

A Were warrior drenched in oil sensed his fate, bristled his fur, and roared fiercely.

Then, a stream of fire raced vertically down the castle wall.

– Whoooosh!

The night sky brightened.

The heat made it difficult to breathe. The entire wall seemed to be burning. Along with smoke rising like clouds, the smell of cooking meat filled the air.

“KYAAAAAAAK!”

“KEEEEEEK!”

Werebeasts turned into fireballs plummeted toward the ground.

Those brave enough not to let go were fried alive on the castle wall.

The fur covering their bodies turned to ash and scattered. Skin melted, and fat sizzled and boiled.

Cooked flesh shriveled, and burned muscles snapped. The heat penetrated to the bone, burning their nerves.

It was excruciating pain that even the incredibly strong Were warriors could barely endure.

Half-bloods would have died quickly, but purebloods had to endure being fried and regenerating repeatedly.

Those who fell down could only writhe on the ground, not knowing what to do.

There wasn’t much snow near Duchy of Faelrun, and the flames clinging to their oil-soaked bodies wouldn’t easily extinguish. Some oil was even mixed with tar.

If there had been a moat filled with water, they could have submerged to put out the fire, but there was none.

That was precisely the main reason why Duchy of Faelrun didn’t have a moat.

—-

The flames weren’t the only thing tormenting the Werebeasts.

Arrows, spears, and even silver-coated boulders—all kinds of weapons rained down on them.

“Climb up! If we just get up there, those bastards will…”

Of course, not all Werebeasts were helplessly being roasted and hit.

Weapons could be dodged or deflected, and the oil stored in the castle was far from enough to burn thousands of Werebeasts.

Werebeasts who quickly moved sideways to avoid the oil climbed up relentlessly.

The smoke made it difficult to breathe, and the spreading heat was painful, but not enough to complain about.

No matter how painful, it couldn’t compare to those being fried alive.

That’s not to say there were no complaints at all.

“Hot! It’s really hot! This is why I hate castles!”

Abigeyl jumped up and down, spewing irritation.

She wasn’t even touching the castle wall with her fingertips. Because it would damage her fingertips.

Instead, she fixed her twin swords into the wall and propelled herself upward by kicking off the wall.

That was enough. With each leap, her body soared several meters.

“Didn’t you say you hated the cold before?”

She wasn’t the only one soaring. Lyudmila jumped continuously on spears she had thrown at the wall, while Valentin and Oleg used their claws like other Werebeasts but leaped and clung rather than crawling up.

Castle walls meant little to Were Champions, unlike ordinary warriors. Unless it was as high as the north wall.

It took only three or four leaps for them to reach the top of the wall.

If that was true for Champions, what about those beyond Champion level?

Rurik, who kicked off from the ground, jumped up to about half the height of the castle wall in one leap. With his second leap, two kicks were enough for him to clear Duchy of Faelrun’s walls.

“It’s Rurik! The Winter Wolf is coming!”

“Not just him! The Champions too! Monsters are climbing up!”

The soldiers screamed hysterically.

The nightmare was still vivid—how their reliable Masters had been helplessly slaughtered by a single Werebeast.

– Kuuung!

A heavy impact sound. Rurik, landing on top of the wall, growled, vibrating his throat.

Soldiers who met his eyes wet themselves and collapsed.

“Yes. Winter has come for you. Tremble and meet your death, humans.”

His lips curled up.

With a predator’s smile, a living blizzard began to sweep across the top of the wall.

A storm of blood and entrails swirled amid screams.

—-

Five Champions followed Rurik onto the wall.

As soon as they set foot on the wall, they immediately drew their weapons and began tearing through everything around them. The more chaos among the humans, the more warriors would climb up.

“Hahahahaha! Is this all you’ve got?!”

Oleg swung his axe with a burst of laughter.

Knights hit by the axe blade flew into the air. Leaving only their lower bodies on the wall.

A light kick crushed spines and sent bodies flying; a headbutt drove heads below shoulders.

The snow tiger, among the most violent of Werebeasts, was not something mere knights could face.

“You should get roasted too!”

Abigeyl, who had pierced a knight’s abdomen with her left-hand sword, grabbed the struggling knight’s head like a speared fish and shoved it into a brazier.

The ashes in the brazier scattered with sparks. Split firewood pierced the knight’s eyes, and flames caught his hair.

“KYAAAAK!”

An agonizing scream. The knight struggled madly from the pain of his face melting, but Abigeyl calmly pressed down on the back of his head.

“Ahahaha! Crying like a monkey!”

Abigeyl burst into laughter. Her bright, frivolous laughter, like that of a child, mixed with the knight’s screams.

“Lord Teiz! Release him this instant!”

“Devilish beast woman!”

Enraged knights rushed toward her.

Silver-blessed longswords flew toward the snow leopard Werebeast.

“What? You’re no different, you know?”

Abigeyl smiled calmly and swung her right hand.

– Kang! Kaang!

The longsword in her hand deflected the knights’ attacks with ease.

The knights gritted their teeth and continued swinging their weapons, but Abigeyl stood still, parrying all attacks with just one hand.

“Gueeeh…”

Until the knight whose brain had been thoroughly cooked let out a death rattle and went limp.

Realizing the knight had died, Abigeyl blew on her slightly heated left hand and kicked the knight’s corpse away.

“Now, who shall I warm up next?”

The knights broke into a cold sweat at the sight of the grinning monster.

The next moment, all their heads were torn off. It was Lyudmila who had rushed at them.

“Hey, Lyudmila. I was having fun.”

Lyudmila, who had slaughtered five knights in an instant, approached Abigeyl.

Four heads were impaled on the spear in her right hand, and the nape of a knight she had just torn off was in her mouth.

The spine pulled out from the other side of the limp head dangled like a tadpole’s tail.

Lyudmila, who had closed her muzzle to bite off just the nape, crunched and swallowed the knight’s cervical vertebrae, shaking her head.

“This isn’t the time to play with weaklings. Look over there.”

In the direction she pointed, a bloody battle was unfolding.

—-

“Yes! Now it’s getting interesting! Show me more of your tricks, Faelrun!”

“How dare you, beast! I’ll cut you to pieces!”

A chain sickle wrapped around a battle axe, and a saw-toothed sword left a long wound on the snow tiger’s left arm.

“Such big dreams!”

Oleg’s eyes flashed as he yanked the chained battle axe and thrust out his right foot.

Frider van Faelrun lost his balance for a moment from the unimaginable strength. He quickly released the chain sickle and threw himself to the left, but he was already too late. Oleg’s claws were already within reach.

The leg as thick as a log pierced her lower abdomen.

– Chang!

A sound like glass breaking. Oleg twitched his eyebrow, sensing something off. Both the sound and the sensation at his foot were different from piercing flesh.

Before he could identify the source of the dissonance, Frider’s body impaled on his right foot shattered into pieces.

‘An illusion…?!’

The next moment, his left thigh was torn open, spraying blood.

“Kugh!?”

Oleg frowned and groaned.

Thanks to his reflexive withdrawal, it wasn’t a serious injury, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful. The weapon contained true silver, which slowed his regeneration.

Looking to his left, he saw Frider clicking his tongue in disappointment. Far from having a hole in his stomach, he looked completely fine.

‘So it was a fake. Then it must be that one’s doing…’

Oleg’s gaze turned to behind Frider. A paladin in silver armor was pointing a sword at him, emanating an irritating holy light.

Noah, a high-ranking paladin of the Church of Menes, was there.