episode_0118

“Our lives are for our mother, the blood we shed is the carpet on the way to heaven, and the heads of our enemies we offer are the toll!”

On the continent, the Order’s knights were widely known as extremely difficult opponents.

First of all, the blessings they bestowed upon themselves had a powerful effect that could transform even an ordinary person into an elite soldier, and that alone was scary.

Even if he broke through it and wounded them, the sight of him reciting a healing spell and recovering on his own was enough to make his enemies lose their will to fight.

Among those knights, the Knights of Zion, with their outstanding skills and fanatical faith, were at the forefront, blocking the Night’s followers like an iron wall.

“1st column fire begins! 2nd column fire ready!”

And with the Knights of Zion standing behind them as shields, the magicians lined up behind them were firing their prepared magic towards the enemies one by one.

It was truly a spectacular sight to see various types of magic, such as lightning, fire, and wind, lined up and heading towards the enemies.

If this had not been a battlefield, the spectacle would have been so spectacular that I would have been mesmerized by the sight of such a spectacular display of magic.

The magicians currently in the Allied Forces were those more familiar with combat than research, even in the Magic Tower.

So, just like a group of skilled archers in an army forming formation and firing arrows one after another, they were firing their magic without stopping.

“There’s someone breaking through the right column!”

“I’ll handle it!”

Of course, there were enemies who survived the magic of the wizards and overcame the breakwater called the Knights Templar that stood in their way.

However, what awaited them after their difficult breakthrough was an arrow flying towards their foreheads, and soon they were lying on the ground, turning into cold corpses.

Among the elves who were born archers, the elite Crimson Wardens were selected from each tribe to deal with the Night’s Attendants, and they were dealing with the enemies that had emerged without fail.

In fact, the bow was not a good weapon for dealing with the Night’s Attendants.

For the Night’s servants, who had the power to regenerate even if their necks were cut off, it was difficult to inflict damage on them with arrow wounds.

That’s why, if you use a bow, you have to aim precisely at their only weak point, the head, and the ones who do this as easily as breathing are the members of the Crimson Wardens.

“Hold this formation!! If you back out here, people will die!”

The solid formation of the Allied Forces, where the efforts made over the years shine through.

Clearly they were fighting the Night’s Host better than they could have been.

“Damn it, why are you so well prepared!”

Blackthorn, one of Satanael’s direct subordinates, said in confusion.

I knew that the Allied Forces had been formed, but I didn’t think they would be such an elite group, so it was even more shocking.

Especially if there were only the Allied Forces, I don’t know how to deal with them, but the small number of elite personnel helping them were extremely annoying.

Kwajik!

“Wow!!! There are so many bugs!!! This is truly Mother’s grace!!!”

A lone paladin swinging his mace and sword in the midst of the dark elves, out of the ranks.

He smashed the head of a dark elf with his mace and with the sword in his remaining hand, he pierced the leg of an enemy coming from the side.

“These kinds of wounds mean nothing to me!!”

A dark elf runs towards you and shouts as if nothing happened, even though his thigh has been stabbed by a sword.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just kept you from running away.”

Alexander, who looks incredibly relaxed in the midst of his enemies, swings his mace again at the approaching enemy.

Of course, the dark elves weren’t just watching Alexander.

They bit and pierced him with their sharp claws and teeth, their weapons, but it was no use.

“Ahhh… This is really the best! I can watch the bugs fight from the front… .”

Immortal Alexander.

The nickname Immortal was not only given to the Night’s Attendants.

Because the nickname of Alexander, the commander of the Knights of Zion, was also Immortal.

Alexander’s body is pierced and pierced by dark elves, and light leaks out from his battered body.

The source of the light was a tattoo on his body, the Tattoo of Life, one of the visions of the Goddess Church.

Among the visions handed down to the Goddess Church, there were many technologies that were discarded due to serious side effects.

One of them, the Tattoo of Life, was a secret technique that involved tattooing a specific pattern onto the body. If the pattern was tattooed onto the body, divine power could be converted into regenerative power, giving the user tremendous recovery abilities.

However, it was a vision that was abandoned because the pain of recovering from the wound was so excruciating that it was difficult to maintain consciousness.

It was Alexander who tattooed life on his body, disregarding such shortcomings.

He had a special constitution that made him unable to feel pain when fighting enemies. No matter how much pain the Tattoo of Life caused, he could only feel the pleasure that came from crushing the heads of heretics.

“What the hell is this guy talking about!!!”

While Alexander was storming through the enemy lines, there were others who were doing the same.

visor!

The swordsmanship of the Northern Prius Counts, one of the best swordsmanship in the empire.

The monsters of the North were characterized by thick hides that had developed in order to withstand the harsh cold, and Prius’ swordsmanship, which was developed to deal with such monsters, was as sharp as the bitter winter wind.

A sword of tyranny that is wielded with the determination that if one does not kill the enemy, he will die.

He was slaughtering the dark elves that Kyle had inherited from his childhood.

and,

“I can’t see any gaps… We’re clearly the ones who are surrounded, so why does it feel like we’re being surrounded!”

If Alexander had drawn the enemy into the fight and Kyle had cut down the enemy to create space, now Edric was creating a gap between the enemies.

Sigh.

An unbelievable sight, with every step you take, the enemies retreat in the same manner.

It was as if there was an invisible protective shield around Edric, preventing enemies from approaching.

“Eight! This is definitely witchcraft!”

The reason the enemies could not rush into that empty space was because their survival instinct was warning them.

The inevitable premonition that they would die if they entered that space was stopping them in their tracks.

However, there were dark elves who ignored it and rushed towards Edric.

A dark elf rushes forward, ignoring the warnings of his instincts.

months.

Bam.

And the sight that unfolded was so unnatural.

It was a dark elf who had been cut down in a manner that seemed to offer his own neck towards the sword held by Edric.

“If you experience it for the first time, you won’t be able to see the destruction method.”

Kyle, who was cutting down the dark elves, said as if he was tired of seeing them.

‘Marionette’

It was a name given to him by people after seeing the swordsmanship that Edric was currently displaying.

It was a technique that absolutely created space the length of the sword he was holding.

“Marionette? It really is a technique worthy of that name.”

Even those on the Allied Forces who were known for their sword skills could not help but be amazed at Edric’s swordsmanship.

The spacing of the sword, the position of the feet, the movement of the shoulders.

These are all basic elements when handling a sword, but a skilled knight could force his opponent’s movements with just these.

For example, if you just move your right shoulder slightly, your opponent will instinctively stick out his left shoulder.

And it was Edric’s marionette that took it to the extreme.

A technique that allows you to freely control an opponent who enters your space like a puppet on strings by moving numerous elements with precise calculations rather than instinct.

It was something that Edric created when he was young to survive with his older sister, Iolin, and it has developed into its current form.

It is absurd that the Dark Elves, who have only instincts left, are able to destroy a technique that even their master, Geomseong, said was impossible to destroy when he first saw it.

With a few exceptional men breaking through the enemy lines, the Allied forces were able to push back even further.

“The bastard’s prediction was right.”

Alexander, who had been fighting for a long time, spoke softly.

In fact, he clicked his tongue in regret because he didn’t see the things that should have appeared long ago while they were running wild in the enemy’s territory to this extent.

Satanael and the twelve officers who followed him, or rather the enemy elite, who should now be called the nine officers, were nowhere to be seen.

Of course, it wasn’t that there was nothing at all.

Just now, there was one in front of him, and from a quick glance, there were three dark elves who appeared to be executives in other places.

But that alone was not enough.

-They will definitely organize a special force to attack the rear.

It seemed as if the picture Richard, the leader of the Crimson Wardens, had predicted when he assembled his forces was correct.

***

Phew!

“It’s true that as you get older, you’re not like you used to be.”

Contrary to what he said, it was Alain who was stabbing the dark elf in the head with his dagger as he tried to cross the mansion without losing his breath.

Although he was a dark elf who would not be pushed around in terms of stealth, it was a great blow that he only realized he had been hit after the blade was stuck in his head.

Alain, who inherited the skills of the ‘Acrobatic Troupe’, which was once synonymous with death in the Empire, has once again hidden himself in the darkness, although he has long since disappeared into the background of history and is now a forgotten being.

“For a human, your footwork is quite sharp.”

“You seem to be quite the hunter.”

“Hahaha, the old man is relying too much on his tricks and being too picky. I don’t like the taste of old man’s blood, but I’ll drink it today!”

Alain felt it too.

That the enemy that appeared before him now was powerful.

I had to concentrate to deal with the guy.

‘I will believe you, my lord.’

It was time to leave the rest to Richard, who was guarding the rear, and face the new, powerful enemy that had appeared.

***

“I thought you divided up your troops.”

Satanael frowned.

He planned to lead half of the eight officers to a surprise attack on the rear and end the battle in one fell swoop.

As expected, some of the Allied forces were waiting in the rear.

Although the number was not large because they could not disperse their troops much, the officers they brought along seemed to have considerable ability and were blocked.

“You don’t progress, do you think the same thing will work again!”

A man stood in Satanael’s way.

“You should have killed him then, but you’re attacking him again because you were alive because of an old man?”

“That’s not something a guy who was startled by the teacher’s blow and ran away should say.”

“This arrogant guy!!”

As the enraged Satanael gathered his strength, the air around him began to tremble.

And in keeping with that, Richard also took the flag bearer’s ceremonial stance, drawing his iconic greatsword towards his chest.

-Burn everything you have.

Richard recalls his master’s words.

Now was the time to end it all, even if it meant burning everything.

While Satanael and Richard were facing off, and the rearguard, including Cypris, Alain, and Oun, were engaged in a desperate battle with the executives.

“He is my son, after all. I used to be a swordsman when I was young.”

“Don’t lie, father. I heard it all from Alain.”

“What…what are you talking about!”

“When he was young, he went out to become a knight and gain military achievements, but he met bandits and came back penniless.”

The Count and Rupert were hiding in the innermost study of the mansion, watching the battle through the window.

“Ada wants to fight too!”

“No! If you do something dangerous, I will never give you a snack again!”

It was the Allied Forces who isolated those who were of no help in battle in a safe place.