The Reincarnated Martial God Brings Down the Heavens

Chapter 133 – The Half-Elf With Eyes of Red

The children weren’t the only ones shocked.

“Is this really okay?”

One of Duke Herman’s knights muttered anxiously.

“I heard elves value their forests more than their own lives……”

To elves, forests were indeed precious. They were more valuable than life itself.

A symbol akin to the knights’ honor, and their very home.

“And yet, to set fire to such a place and wreak havoc like this……”

The knight muttered in disbelief. Was Ancelot the first to consider burning down their forest?

Of course not.

After all, human greed knows no bounds.

Even the continent’s largest slave traders, operating in the shadows of the continent, had once tried something similar.

And they, along with their families—and even the humans living in the surrounding regions—were massacred by the enraged elves.

“……I’m sure they have a plan.”

“I’m sure they do, right……?”

The knights wiped the cold sweat from their brows and glanced at a specific spot.

The only three here who seemed unperturbed. They looked toward Ancelot, Duke Serin, and Marquis Foltaine.

“Hey, dogshit.”

At that moment, Bolt, the leader of the dwarves, approached them with an unusually worried expression.

“Do you even understand what you’ve done?”

“Yes. Arson.”

“Yes, you did. But the forest……”

Bolt went on to explain briefly about the differences in disposition between the two races.

It was no exaggeration to say that dwarves and elves were complete opposites.

The former would destroy nature without hesitation if it meant crafting high-quality weapons.

In that sense, they weren’t much different from humans, who ravaged nature for their own gain.

This similarity had once fostered a relatively good relationship between dwarves and humans.

“But elves are different.”

They love nature and value coexistence with other living beings.

Although recent events involving a certain half-elf had disrupted this, such principles were the norm for elves.

Naturally, they had never been on good terms with dwarves or humans, who had entirely different principles.

“They might go after you until the day you die. While I appreciate that you’re helping us with our vengeance……”

“It’s fine. Before that happens, I plan to tie up everything here.”

“……”

Bolt fell silent at his calm voice.

Truthfully, he hadn’t ruled out such thoughts himself. The dwarves’ armory had been raided, and they had lost precious ores and materials worth more than their lives.

This was undeniably an act of malice.

The elves wouldn’t even have much use for those raw materials. Still, he hadn’t dared to consider setting fire to the forest.

Because he feared the elves’ retaliation.

It wasn’t just a matter of defending one spot; launching a preemptive strike was akin to suicide, especially as slow-footed dwarves.

‘Especially with those crazy pointy-eared bastards—there’s no telling what they’d do……’

As Bolt was lost in thought, a voice broke his reverie.

“Those pointy-ears stripped the dwarves of everything…… It’s only fair to repay the favor.”

“……!”

Just as Bolt was about to express his concerns again—

“You fucking, insolent, human pieces of shits, you’ll pay for this!”

“……!”

A deafening voice rang out from deeper within the forest. It was hard to believe such foul language came from peace-loving elves.

“They’ve finally appeared.”

Marquis Foltaine and Duke Serin rose from their seats.

“If I’d known it would come to this, I should’ve brought Milon. His expertise in magic would’ve been a great help.”

Marquis Foltaine clicked his tongue lightly in regret. Of course, had Milon offered to come along, Marquis Foltaine would’ve stopped him.

He was already aware of Milon’s situation.

By now, Milon was likely frantically gathering herbs to treat his sister, and Marquis Foltaine couldn’t possibly ask for his help.

“For today, you and I will have to push ourselves a bit, Your Grace.”

As Marquis Foltaine jokingly murmured, Duke Serin turned to Ancelot.

“You always use me, Your Highness. I thought I made it clear I only came to watch.”

“You’re not planning to sit back and offer your neck, are you? After setting fire to the forest, the elves will slaughter every human they see.”

“Hahaha. It’s certainly an unconventional method. Even I couldn’t have come up with such madness.”

Hummm!

At that moment, powerful mana surged from all around the forest.

“Ice Wall!”

Crack, crack, crack!

Soon, an ice wall over ten meters high soared into the sky. The strength and scale of an Ice Wall depended entirely on the caster’s skill level.

The height and scale alone of the ice walls were enough to gauge the elves’ prowess.

But that was merely the beginning.

“Ice Wall!”

“Ice Wall!”

“Ice Wall!”

The incantations continued relentlessly.

In front of the blazing entrance, ice walls extended left and right. In doing so, it created a barrier to stop the flames from spreading further into the forest.

“All remaining members, focus on extinguishing the fire!”

The elves’ coordination was astonishing, reminiscent of the efficiency of humans.

“Water Ball!”

“Aqua Shower!”

“Water Rain!”

Swooosh!

Though the sun shone brightly, streams of water cascaded from every direction. The resulting spray created beautiful rainbows scattered throughout the area.

“Those filthy humans……!”

Amidst the shimmering water, about twenty figures rapidly approached.

“I-It’s them! Those bastards!”

“Huh?”

“The raiding party! The ones who plundered our empty homes!”

Bolt shouted, his voice ringing loud. At the same time, Ancelot’s gaze darkened.

‘They’re certainly no ordinary group.’

He wasn’t only referring to their skills.

Elves were typically gentle by nature. So much so that they were often mocked as overly kind-hearted.

But the eyes of these elves brimmed with raw emotion. Surpassing anger and hatred, they radiated pure bloodlust.

‘They don’t look like that just because the forest is burning.’

Ancelot, a seasoned warrior, knew. Eyes like those were forged only by taking countless lives.

“Mun, Yaru.”

“Yes, Lady Erina!”

“Go. Wipe them out.”

Whoosh!

At her command, two elves vanished from their positions.

And then—

“What!?”

They reappeared directly in front of the knights from the house of Duke Herman.

It was shocking enough that the elves, skilled magicians, would willingly give up their distance advantage.

That alone was astonishing, but—

“……Is that why they stole the dwarves’ weapons?”

—They even wielded swords.

Their actions defied every notion of what elves were thought to be.

Slice! Slice!

A series of swift, precise sounds echoed as two knights’ severed heads rolled onto the ground.

Their speed was so extraordinary that even those with skill struggled to follow their movements.

“Wh-What kind of speed……!”

“What are you all doing?! Snap out of it! There are only two of them!”

They tried to take action quickly, like one of the best knight orders in the Hart Kingdom should’ve.

Fla-ash!

“……!”

However, despite the commanding shout, the knights struggled to organize.

The two elves darted between their ranks, tearing through the formation with terrifying precision.

“Incredible. Based on speed alone, each of them rivals a Master.”

Marquis Foltaine muttered, his expression grim with awe.

And then—

Boom!

Ancelot stomped the ground with mana-infused strength.

Stumble.

The shockwave disrupted the balance of the two attacking elves momentarily.

Soon after.

“Wh-When did he?”

Their shocked eyes locked onto Ancelot as he suddenly appeared before them.

Grab! Slam!

Without even drawing his sword, Ancelot grabbed their faces and drove them into the ground.

Rumble!

The impact sent violent tremors through their bodies as their heads struck the earth.

In the meantime, five knights had already been slain, their arms and necks severed.

“Th-Thank you, Lord Ancelot.”

A knight who had narrowly escaped death expressed his gratitude.

But just then.

‘……Something’s coming!’

Before the thought fully registered, Ancelot moved instinctively. He released the elves and reached for his sword.

Whoosh!

“……!”

However, others acted before him.

Before he knew it, Duke Serin and Marquis Foltaine had stepped forward, blocking his path.

They wielded a rapier and a curved saber, the weapons were respectively renowned for.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Metal clashed violently against metal. The attacking elf took on both Masters without yielding an inch.

“Hmm……”

“……”

Marquis Foltaine let out a low hum, and Duke Serin furrowed his brow.

Claaang!

Suddenly, the silver-haired elf swung a massive greatsword.

And not only that.

Swish!

Using the recoil of the clash, the elf propelled himself toward a single target.

“What?!”

Their gazes followed the elf’s path.

Their eyes widening in alarm. The elf’s target was none other than Bolt, the dwarves’ leader.

“……!”

As the elf appeared inches away, Bolt stared wide-eyed.

Then, he sighed and looked to the sky in resignation. His body language made it clear.

He couldn’t block that damned pointy-ear’s incoming attack.

“……Bullet……”

Boom!

A thunderous roar ripped through the air.

“……How……?”

For the first time, the silver-haired elf’s face showed surprise.

Bolt’s trembling eyes shifted as Ancelot appeared, sword drawn, standing in his defense.

“Impressive. For such a young human to block my strike……”

“A half-elf with silver hairs and red eyes…… Are you the madman I’ve been hearing about?”

“……!”

The elf’s eyes flashed dangerously at Ancelot’s words.

“You even know who I am……?”

Just then, a voice came from behind Ancelot.

“Th-Thanks.”

“……No, I should be thanking you.”

“Huh……?”

Ignoring Bolt’s confused expression, Ancelot continued.

“I’ve never met him, but I can tell Bullet was the best blacksmith.”

“……!”

Bolt’s eyes widened further.

“This is the best sword I’ve ever wielded. Thanks to it, I blocked this pointy-ear’s attack with ease.”

At those words, the light returned to Bolt’s dimming gaze.

“A-Ancelot……”

Unable to contain his emotions, Bolt’s voice trembled.

‘You, as well as your son, Bullet, are already fighting alongside us.’

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