Chapter 215: Start of War 3
“Oh my! My back hurts!”
“Uhk! Everything I ate this morning is going to co up!”
“I don’t think my legs can stand any longer.”
“Kuek… How long are we supposed to even do this?!”
Of the 4 squadrons that were leading the Anti-Revolutionary Army, there were hundreds of rcenaries who had begun to feel sick.
All of them, who were marching, were dragging their swords like sticks, and their faces were yellow. It was because they were carrying a military command which was many tis higher than normal soldiers would.
When the sounds of struggles ca out, the n, riding a horse on the left and right side, hit the rcenaries.
“Uh! What are you doing? Why aren’t you stretching your back?”
“Why is that guy sitting over there?!”
“March faster! Don’t you see that you’re slowing us down!”
The ones shouting were the Rakan Knights, and the ones who were marching to their death were Red Wolf’s newcors.
Gavel and the other Garlic rcenaries were becoming fed up with the Rakan Knights who were training them.
“Those demons!”
“They can’t be anything other than a race of demons!”
So of the rcenaries, who were mumbling under their breath, burst into anger at Gavel.
“The captain asked to join the Red Wolf rcenaries!”
“What did you say? But you did agree to it!”
“Dammit! Who would have thought that things would turn out like this?”
After joining the Red Wolf rcenaries, Gavel’s group was being pushed to death.
They were teaching sword fighting through duels, and most of them used unilateral paddle steaming.
In addition, they told newcors to develop their physical strength. The newcors were made to carry heavy army goods and food.
In addition, they were not allowed to drink alcohol or smoke.
“Just leave this. I am going to die before I even reach Eisenberg.”
“This! They might kill us the mont we decide to leave.”
At the suggestion of his mbers, Gavel slamd his hands.
In fact, he was the one who was regretting it the most.
If he could, he really wanted to go back in ti and not make the sa foolish mistake that he did.
But even if he could go back in ti, he couldn’t be a rcenary anymore.
Even a free-spirited rcenary would have to pay compensation if they withdraw from the war, and the punishnt would be severe. The punishnt would be almost equal to the one given to soldiers. Soldiers that leave their armies in ti of war would be given the death penalty.
The Red Wolf rcenaries definitely belonged to the latter.
No, not even the Holy Empire could intervene if the Red Wolf decided to act.
The vilest person out of them was Philip.
‘Bastard! He hits and then hits us again and doesn’t even complint us after doing all that!’
Philip was on a horse and riding right in front of Gavel.
The grueling march ended after two days, revealing the large and magnificent walls of Eisenberg.
The Anti-Revolutionary Army arrived at the forefront of it and settled on the plains around the wall.
“Notify all the forces! Be quick and get ready for the siege!”
At the command of the general commander, after a short break, they set up shelters and barriers around them.
At that mont, the gate opened and a group of soldiers ca out.
There were several heavy armored Gigants. The one standing at the front shouted.
“I am the vice-captain of the Red Roses Knights of Konrad Kingdom, Viscount Ter! If there is anyone who can take on my sword, co forward!”
The Anti-Revolutionary Army and the riders began to discuss.
Luke heard his words and smiled.
‘Hoo! A Gigantic Duel!? A legacy of the past that we’ll get to witness once again.’
The Gigantic Duel.
It was a battle system that had each side send a Gigant to battle each other.
It was very different from wars where all the Gigant riders fought.
To make sure that soldiers wouldn’t withdraw from the war or get caught in duels between Gigants, Gigantic Duels took place before a war started to avoid loss.
Many riders applied for the Gigantic Duel and tried to show off their strength to increase the morale of their knights.
Over ti, however, strategies and tactics began to diverge, and rational and computational trends began to prevail. The results seed to be much more important than just boosting the morale and honor of the knights.
No one thought that they would be able to see a Gigantic Duel, which wasn’t taking place in the Holy Arthenia Empire.
“Well, this is the age of Gigant battles…”
“It is probably a conservative and tradition-oriented decision since this is a God based nation?”
Philip and Victor watched the situation unfold with Luke.
The Anti-Revolutionary Army was using blue Gigants.
A snarling voice ca out of a blue Gigant, which was ard with a mace and a round shield.
“Huh, sobody said it was Viscount Ter. I know him. He was notorious for pissing himself in the border when he faced the Talez Kingdom.”
“Hahaha!”
“Oh, he pissed himself!”
At the words of the blue Gigant rider, all the riders began to laugh.
When the laughter began to ring in the plains, Ter’s face beca red.
Twenty years ago, Viscount Ter, who joined the battlefield for the very first ti, peed in the cockpit of a Gigant as it was his first ti.
He wasn’t intimidated, scared or nervous. As the battle went on for too long, he didn’t have a place to go relieve himself and thus ca the result.
But for the army to insult his honor by using an inevitable accident!
“You! Who are you…?”
“You are asking ? I’m the one who wanted the sa woman that you liked in the past, Viscount Jukebal.”
“Kuk! Jukebal, you bastard!”
The two n worked on the sa unit and liked the sa woman.
Naturally, the two turned up having a bad relationship and decided to settle things with a duel.
The duel ended up being a draw.
The problem, however, was that the woman had no feelings for either of them and ended up marrying another person.
Rather than sharing the pain of being misled, the two of them, thinking it was the other man’s fault, beca enemies.
“If it wasn’t for you, Lyria could have been my wife!”
“Shut up! If you didn’t tear off that note…!”
Both of the riders were arguing over it for a while.
In addition to their lingering hate and love fight, there were things about them going to a picnic during the military academy, stealing lunches and telling their instructor about going to the red light district secretly.
As a result, both the riders began to feel uncomfortable.
“Be prepared, Ter! I’ll make sure to put ‘Pissed Traitor’ on your headstone!”
“Huh! I’ll bash your skull into pieces!”
The two riders had finally begun to fight.
Rushing in, their shields clashed. The two Gigants soon fought a fierce battle between a mace and sword.
Kwang! Chang-!
Unlike their quarrel, the two riders were good enough to duel.
It was quite exciting to see gigantic 10-ter tall Gigants duking it out.
“Viscount Jukebal go and win this!”
“Viscount Ter! Don’t get pushed around!”
The soldiers began to cheer from both sides by screaming the na of their respective rider.
Kwang! Pah!
Both Gigants would strongly collide, moved back or tumble down.
The skills of the two experts were very similar.
In addition, both the Gigants seed to be a knight class, so they didn’t fight for long.
“It looks like Jukebal might win.”
Philip who was watching the ga predicted.
“No, Ter will,” stated Luke
“Uh? You think so? But Jukebal’s sword skills are good, and his Gigant’s performance seems to be better as well.”
Philip asked Luke with a face that looked like he didn’t understand the reason.
“Of course, Jukebal is better in terms of skills and Gigant performance, but Ter is a Rune Knight”
“Uh? Rune Knight?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t seem like it has been too long since he has learned magic, but in tight battles like this one, just one variable can change the entire ga.”
Luke read the stream of mana that was flowing through Ter’s Gigant and realized that he was a Rune Knight.
Not surprisingly, when Jukebal, who was ready to take his victory, raised his mace for a final blow, Ter began to cast his magic.
“Grease!”
“Uh!”
Although he was a 1st circle secondary magic, the magic released at that state was fatal.
As the floor slipped, Jukebal’s Gigant lost balance and leaned forward. Ter pierced him with his huge sword without missing the timing.
Kwak!
Ter’s giant sword pierced the breastplate accurately and through the cockpit.
“Ahh!”
The soldiers of the Anti-Revolutionary Army couldn’t help but scream when they saw Jukebal fell. They all seed sad.
Thump!
As the rider lost, Jukebal’s body fell.
“Wah! We won!”
“Long live Viscount Ter!”
On the walls of the Konrad Kingdom, the soldiers threw their helts in the air and celebrated.
Ter looked proud after seeing the fallen Gigant of Jukebal.
Although he was victorious, he felt sad after realizing that the enemy’s life was gone.
But when he turned around, the Gigant riders from the Anti-Revolutionary Army jumped in.
“Wait, Viscount Ter! I will be the one to deal with you next!”
“Who might you be?”
At the question from Ter, the knight from the Anti-Revolutionary Army drew out his sword and revealed his identity.
“I am Alfred, a senior paladin representing Marius. I want to take revenge for my close acquaintance.”
Alfred wasn’t a close acquaintance of Jukebal. He had just appeared there under the command of Bishop Maxim.
Commander Bishop Maxim, the 2nd squadron commander, asked him to apply for a duel to revive him from the embarrassnt that he suffered during the ambush.
“Huh, the fallen priest who sells the na of God.”
Marius was training paladins in the na of protecting temples and believers in various parts of different nations.
And the paladins that were born for that purpose lead the way to help rather than fulfill their duties. In the presence of officers and bishops, they had to follow another set of rules.
Alfred raised his voice at the criticism of Ter.
“How dare you say such things! Kneel and repent!”
“Repent you say? Don’t try to be funny! The one who should repent is your denomination! Your Lord will surely punish you!”
“Ahhh!”
Alfred, who could no longer listen to Ter, rushed in while screaming.
Thump!
The Gigant Alfred was riding on was Paladin.
It was a knight class developed seven years ago by the Arthenia Royal Magic Tower.
“Holy Sword!”
A pale radiant glow began to erge from Paladin’s giant sword and attacked Ter’s Gigant.
“Huh, a holy sword? You can’t beat with such a weak and sneaky trick!”
Ter reacted without rushing in or losing his calm.
Kang! Kang!
The two Gigants, anticipating what was going to happen next, engaged in a fierce battle.
Originally, Alfred’s skills were interdiate.
However, with the ability of the Holy Paladin and the unique sword skills of the Holy Sword, he was able to push Ter, a Sword Master.
Normally, that wouldn’t be enough to push him, but Ter had already used most of his energy in his fight against Jukebal.
In addition, he was adversely affected by the situation.
“Uh, Grease!”
When he began to get pushed, Ter used magic.
However, it didn’t work. As soon as his magic began to appear, the antimagic circle engraved on Paladin’s glove neutralized the magic.
Ter was flustered and tried other spells such as Wind and Press in addition to Grease, but none of them worked.
“You think you can win with that?!”
“Kuk! If you are so perfect…”
Slash!
Eventually, Ter’s Gigant’s head flew off when it was his by Paladin’s sword, ending the ga.
“Uhm, did you see that? We paladins can do this, Huhuhu!”
As the subordinates struck the final hit, Bishop Maxim, with proudness on his shoulders, smiled and spoke triumphantly to the nobles around him.
Seeing him act like that, Count Marcus couldn’t help but feel sick.
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