The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 438

65. The Peak of Spring (13)

Just like the encounter in Zelntree, the old man just looked at me with calm eyes without answering.

Pleasant tension ran down my spine.

The momentum felt by Hopeken Seongbaek was sharper than before. Even without sharing the sword attack, he could tell that he had become a more dangerous human being.

“…that’s great. After all, it’s a town that doesn’t need respect for the elderly or weak.”

Next to the old man was a man with twin swords and a dozen or so heavily armed men. Without a doubt, it would have been the swordsmen of the ‘Sigmil Ryu’ and the Imperial Knights of the Alzenberg family.

I ate a little. Even considering that he had become stronger by breaking through level 40, it seemed difficult to jump into that gap and come back alive.

As a swordsman, Seongbaek Hopeken was proficient not only in using two longswords resembling a hawk and a hummingbird like a ghost, but also in using magical tools and performing joint attacks.

In other words, it is a specialized swordsman on the battlefield.

If you kill such a Hopcorn, you will have to water it because it is about twenty sums, at least ten sums. In other words, it means that it is impossible to deal with those countless soldiers.

“Zu”

.人. .

I clicked my tongue and spoke to the other side of the river in Gellan.

“Are your hairs attached well? It definitely tasted right.”

I spoke kindly to myself, but the old swordsman only looked at me with a calm gaze, contrary to his sharp spirit.

“Ah, was the thing caught on your fingertip a cry? Is that why you became dumb?”

“…many officers, including Captain Buakan, gave advice.”

My eyes widened at the sound of Hopeken Seongbaek’s raspy voice.

“and. What is that shitty voice? Did you have laryngeal cancer?”

“If you meet a red knight, never mix words. Is that the best option?”

The old man added with a raspy voice.

“But seeing you, I really wanted to say this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I swear to the Lord that you will be beheaded by my hand.”

Before he could finish his sentence, I burst out laughing.

“I said something else. Why do you waste your time talking about bullshit when you’re almost dead?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, so you should tell me something nutritious and productive… Uhm, do you have a granddaughter?”

Holy Baek Hopeken twitched his beard a little. Then, without a word, he turned around.

“Oh wait! It’s a joke. A joke!”

The Swordsman and the Imperial Knights also glared at him and pulled the reins.

“See you tomorrow then! We’ll both wash our heads and meet! Got it!”

I giggled on the outside, but calmly organized my thoughts.

It would have been better to look for an opportunity and attack at once when the battle started, but why did the Holy Baek Hopeken show up?

Is it to send a warning not to be reckless? Well, they must be tired from the rapid march, so they probably don’t want to start a battle as soon as they arrive.

If so, there is a high possibility that they will join the following main force and attack all at once.

By the time he made that decision, Iofiya’s magic was completed.

– Do you see it?

My eyes flickered for a moment, and I saw dozens and hundreds of lines. It was a thread that flashed with black and white light.

“…see. What is all that?”

-It’s a fantasy chain. A leash that strangles the soul and mind, perfected by those in power with the help of unholy sorcerers.

A flashing line rose from the tops of the pagan slave soldiers and magicians. I was looking at the tangled threads in a daze when I heard Iofya’s pitiful voice.

– It seems that there is no owner of the leash here.

“What do you mean?”

-Only those holding the middle of the leash. Killing them does not free the slaves.

I could guess what she was talking about.

The thread of light that rose from the heads of slave soldiers or magic soldiers, aka ‘leash’, was usually connected to those who seemed to be leaders. And the leader’s leash went to the centurion, and the centurion’s leash went to the superior commander.

“Wouldn’t killing all the commanders solve the problem?”

-yes. Then the person in the higher position will only hold the leash.

“Then the highest among those who hold the leash is the owner, right? What if I kill him?”

– One of the people below him will be the owner of the leash.

“Then what do you mean? Aren’t there any answers?”

-You have to use the method I told you last time.

He remembered the conversation he had had four days ago at the headquarters of the guards in Eisbowald.

“You mean you have to take the leash away? From the owner of that leash.”

– that’s right.

“hmm. Then, if the father of the king is the owner, it’s a joke. Because he’s stuck in Faberis…

-I hope it’s not him.

I quietly scratched my eyebrows and nodded.

“…Ok, fine. Let’s take a chance.”

I’ve never been taught strategy or tactics.

I have never read a book like Sun Tzu’s Art of War on Earth, and I have never worn epaulettes while serving in the military.

After coming over to this world, I learned a lot, even if it was shabby. Even if he didn’t want to learn, he had to fight every time, so he learned something on his own, and he learned quite a bit while rolling under Prince Ulkar.

From my point of view, it was foolish to leave the enemy exhausted after a rapid march.

“Whoop-”

Ogslizo breathed in. The mage, who climbed the watchtower and fluttered her long beard with her chest puffed out, exhaled a gust of wind.

Guuuuuugh.’

There was a roar like the blowing of a huge horn. The wind that was shaking the flowers in the field began to blow like a strong wind. When he shouted

, “Balsani,”

the archers who were hiding in the wooden fence in the center of the defense line began shooting fire arrows at once.

The mercenary wizards chanted incantations and tossed small pieces of bitumen handful at a time, sending them off in the wind.

Whoops!

The bitumen filled with mana turned into a huge fire. It was a ‘flame bomb’ order.

About 250 archers and five mercenary magicians poured out flaming arrows and flaming bullets all at once, turning the dawn sky into a cycle. At first glance, it seemed as if a river of flame was flowing through the air.

“Aaaaagh-!”

“It’s fire!”

Ogshulizo, like a wizard representing a region, flew fire arrows and flame bullets over a hundred meters. The cozy darkness and peaceful silence were broken in an instant, and a fire soared in the middle of the Imperial Army Garrison.

Of course, the battle mages brought by Holy Baek Hopeken weren’t just watching.

On the other side of the river, several waves of mana spread, and the filthy river that flowed from Asag soared upward.

The barrier of water thus created blocked the river of fire. The sky, which had been shining red, flickered and steam spread out like bursting steam.

“Stop shooting!”

The baptism of fire ceased. Oggshlizo took a slow breath, and the archers waited with their arrows loaded with specially treated dense balls on the strings.

Among them, some archers with particularly good skills prepared oddly shaped arrows. The mercenary wizards took out the mediums from their arms for new spells.

“Take cover! The enemy will strike back!”

“Don’t look up! Bow down!”

Unlike the center, where the battle wizards of the Milgrester family cast spells for defense, on both wings of the defensive line, noncommissioned officers were shouting loudly. The soldiers lay flat in the trenches and prepared for the enemy attack.

As expected, the river of flame stopped and less than three minutes later, the wizards of the Imperial army- no, the saboteurs began to attack.

Kwak!

The huge luminous object, more than 2 meters long, struck the defense line one after another. It was the ‘Spear of Power’, one of the destructive spells that ‘Linhow on the Mountain’ was proud of.

The mound made of a mixture of weeds and soil easily absorbed the impact, but the wooden fence shattered with a loud sound when it just brushed against the pillar of light. The soldiers swear incessantly and plunged their heads deeper into the trenches.

The battle wizards who were in charge of the center of the defense line memorized their own spells to protect the watchtower and the surrounding fence. There were only five of them, but as expected from wizards who were raised with the support and determination of a prestigious family, all of them had excellent skills, and the destruction magicians’ spells were weakened as much as they had to overcome a distance of 200 meters, so defense was not too difficult.

The saboteurs continued pouring spells as if the drugs had risen.

Pyu-yuuu-

A magic arrow that threw up a flash so intense that it stopped your eyes soared into the sky. Then it exploded and poured dozens and hundreds of magic arrows the size of half a palm toward the ground.

It was the ‘arrow of annihilation’.

“Keep it!”

“Damn it-”

Every time a baptism of light poured through the barrier, the long dug trenches were stained with blood.

Hundreds of soldiers were killed or wounded in an instant. I gritted my teeth and yelled.

“Archers ready! Coming soon!”

It was only eight months ago that he saved Longville from the saboteurs led by Doyle Mullin. I knew the most dangerous of the saboteur’s spells.

Woo woo woo –

A loud and strange wave sound that seems to be mixed with metal.

I quickly inspected the enemy camp and caught sight of spheres with purple afterimages rising from the ground.

“Shoot over there!”

At the same time as shouting, he stepped on the railing of the watchtower and threw a javelin.

Following the intense attack, 20 carefully selected archers quickly raised their bodies and drew a protest. The arrows shot by the archers were paired two by one and connected by a faint thread. As soon as the arrow soared over the wooden fence, the mercenary wizards who were waiting quickly cast a spell.

Siri Lyric.

The white threads that were woven into each of the two arrows became thick, tough, and thick as they absorbed mana. It was as if ten nets had been cast in the sky.

The purple spheres, or ‘spheres of destruction’, that floated up slowly grew to the size of my body before I knew it. My javelin lightly brushed past the first one that soared.

Kwak-!

An intense flash lit up the dawn sky with a roar like a bomb exploding.

Then, the arrows attached to the ‘spider web’ woven with magic hit the spheres of destruction that were just speeding up in succession. The purple spheres caught in the net exploded violently with the same roar as before.

“Ah, X arm. Your ears will fall off.”

Because they were intercepted before they even floated properly, the sphere of destruction exploded, and more than one hundred and fifty imperial soldiers were caught in the explosion.

“Arrange-!”

A roar came from far beyond the river. It seemed to be the shout of Holy Baek Hopeken.

Dung-dung-dung-

doo-dung- With the sound of drums, the heathen slave army and the magic corps rushed out of the tent, then scattered and gathered here and there.

By the time the dust from the sphere of destruction had completely subsided, there were dozens of groups of twelve people lined up. It was a small square with eleven slave soldiers guarding one magic bottle.

“from now on-!”

“Keep your ranks!”

When the leader of the Gellan slave gave an order, the pagan slaves with long spears and shields took the lead, followed by other Gellan slaves holding bows. Then, the magician called ‘the devil of blue flame’ prepared for battle with an expressionless face while chanting a spell.

“Open fire!”

I gave a quick shout, and another river of flame began to flow, starting with a gust of Ogshley Joe.