My Villains Chapter 439
65. The peak of spring (14)
The charter was going as simulated with several knights and officers of the army. Thanks to that, my reaction was also imdiate.
To be precise, I entrusted the command to Count Ines to Fogan, her staff mber, and then threw myself down the watchtower. The bicorn that was standing under the wooden fence with the wad of fire approached with a rough two-legge.
Chii Iik-!
anwhile, the river of fla that lit up the sky at dawn was once again blocked by the towering water barrier.
Fire arrows with straw balls were usually extinguished in vain. However, the pieces of bitun that the rcenary wizards ignited with mana did not easily go out even while they were wet and rolling on the floor. The steam that spewed out so violently hit the enemy lines with the breath of the mage Ogshlizo.
“Ugh- Go ahead! Forward forward!”
“Keep your ranks!”
Hot steam heated their faces, but the slave soldiers and magic soldiers did not stop. It was only moving forward according to the loud commands.
“Okay… ready to attack!”
At the sa ti as shouting, he hit the reins of his bicorn and jumped over the low barrier at once.
A handful of knights, including Sir Langbolt and Sir Benlow, their assistants, and wizards who had stored mana, such as Master Epos, gathered one after another.
As they gathered, Atalanta, enveloped in purple light, rose into the air.
Ugh!
Six purple spears soared behind her as she was swimming dozens of ters above. A third eye flashed on his forehead, and black dust winds entwined the ‘white thorn’, a rare white spear.
“Napidot-!”
“Napidot adang’t! Eurie juhon!”
The Nudein warriors who were lying on the defensive line at the head’s majesty exclaid,
‘Wow!’ and shouted.
As if to answer this, the three-colored brilliance that was showing off in the steam began to dance.
The spear of emptiness, which extended like the tentacles of a giant monster, pierced the chain armored soldiers, and whenever they swung the white thorns, black whirlwinds poured out and clattered the enemy camp.
“launch! Drop that witch!”
At the angry shouts of the captains, the archers, three in each square, fired their bows. The number of arrows focused on her was also formidable, as the number of squares that had Atalanta at her range exceeded 20 trillion.
However, instead of taking a defensive posture or avoiding it, Atalanta focused her magical energy on the gray ring on her right hand holding the white thorn.
Slurr!
The letters engraved on the ring glowed, and a curtain of wind wrapped around her. It was a magic ring that was stolen from Leupon, a master of ‘Hor Hiu Ryu’.
The wind blowing from the ring twisted the arrow rain’s trajectory. Half of it flew off to the wrong place, and the rest poured toward the road slave soldiers.
“Protect the magic bottle!”
“The defensive spell will soon be broken! Keep shooting!”
While Atalanta drew attention, and the riders were running towards the river.
“On the edge of the clouds – take a nice step!”
Master Epos’ large-scale acceleration spell nestled in the thirty or so horses. The jockeys, who ran swiftly, leaped almost as if they were flying, and jumped over the 4-ter-wide river at once.
Because I jumped about twice as high as others, I feel dizzy as if I was climbing a cloud. I let out a shout of joy.
“charge-!”
Before the roar that roared the battlefield was over, a large beast ca out through the scattered steam. Lee Gak-soo, revealing his fangs, ramd into the leading square like a battering ram.
Fu-wook!
“Kkoaaak!”
A shield soldier was pierced by a spiraling horn and hung dangly.
“Stop! Gracious Alchenver- Kkok”
The dark red trajectory drew a semicircle.
The head wearing a full helm soared into the sky, mingling with spear poles and wrists. The torso holding the ax spear stepped back and stabbed the butt.
While six or seven slave soldiers were hit by the beast’s body and fell apart, the trajectory drawn again split the head of the magic bottle that had been biting its lips horizontally.
”Kill them all.’”
The red knight roared with laughter as he rode the reins toward the next square.
Kreung.
The bicorn shook its neck violently and threw the horned shieldman through the slave soldiers. As the scaly hand pointed at him, the bleeding shield soldier exploded in blood in all directions.
Loud laughter followed.
The riders who followed the red knight across the river also showed off their ferocious spirit.
“Tsk.”
The knight waving a blue cloak clicked his tongue lightly when he realized that all around him were small sticks. Even so, they beca one body with a sturdy war horse wearing barding and began to rampage.
The dazzling white blade of the magic sword split and pierced chain armor and helts like rotten boards thanks to its superhuman prowess. It took less than half a minute, let alone a minute, for the ‘Cruel Knight’ to completely shatter a square. Unlike the Silver Prince’s knights acting alone, the Milgrester Count’s knights ford a small ‘lance’. The knights in the lead were joined by squires and two light cavalry to serve as auxiliary troops.
“Let’s go and fight without sha!”
“For honor!”
No matter how elite the pagan slave corps of Altzenberg was, that was the standard for soldiers. It was impossible for a knight who had endured harsh training to block a heavily ard and charging cavalry charge with three or four pairs of spears, a shield, and a few arrows.
“Raise the window!”
“Aim for the gap in the armor or the horse’s eye!”
The slave soldiers held their positions with unusual determination.
The knights wielded spears, axes, maces, and iron flails with determined skill, crushing long spears and shields. The auxiliary soldiers following easily finished the collapsed square.
Just before the wind armor that wrapped around Atalanta disintegrated, three spirits passed by her.
It was a man and a woman wearing feather-shaped headgear that leaped up to a height of several tens of ters, as if defying gravity.
“Rider of the Sun!”
The other two swordsn also shouted after Tiloria Obir, the woman who beca the new representative of the ‘Sell-Sid’. Then, it crashed while drawing a parabola.
“Hold on! Just keep them tied up and both wings can cross the line of defense! The magicians hurry up to cast spells-”
The three swordsn attacked the slave corps’ senior commander like a hawk as he shouted like that.
Wedge!
“Oops!”
There were six heavily ard guards attached to the commander. However, the response of the guards was not fast enough because the attack from the air was so sudden.
Swish!
The two swordsn cut down two guards with a slash that fully loaded the power of the fall. Tiloria also cut off the arm of one of the guardsn on the wide road, and then cut off the commander’s wool band and beard at once in a smooth coordinated motion.
“Catch it!”
The enslaved soldiers of Altzenberg, whose emotions were almost castrated, swung their weapons at the swordsn before feeling anger or embarrassnt.
However, the title was not in vain. The three swordsn countered the attacks pouring in from all directions with graceful movents and kicked the ground. At the sa ti, the headgear they wore vibrated.
Kuheung.
With a sound like compressed air exploding, the three n and won flew off the road and across the river.
The archers, who hastily aid their bows at them, were swept away by the twisting wind that flew in with the black light and rolled around covered in blood.
It took less than a few minutes for the silver prince’s two knights and eight-pronged lances to pulverize over twenty small squares. So, it was impossible to rebuke the magicians who finally completed the spell.
Right before they unleash offensive spells such as fireballs or ‘enhanced bolts of lightning’ at the riders. The four battle mages who were waiting on the other side of the river, escorted by the Hares kisses, quickly morized their spells.
“Dam minan dissem!
“Cium judio fulgurnos!”
Among Milgrester’s battle wizards, they were relatively highly skilled and particularly talented at ‘blocking spells’. The magicians who were about to fire an attack spell at the reverse incantation they quickly recited refluxed mana and vomited blood in succession.
Magic soldiers in a place where the magical power of the battle mages couldn’t reach, but most of the riders shrewdly spread and evaded. Phoenix used the bicorn’s two horns to destroy low-level spells to scatter fireballs, and Langvolt swung his blue cloak to absorb a long lightning arrow like a spear.
“Damn it.”
The senior commander who commanded the left wing of the ranks spoke lowly.
The one who lost his life in Tiloria’s assault was the commander who commanded the 500 slave soldiers on the right wing. With his death, a single senior commander assud command of the entire left and right wings.
The long ranks of slave soldiers were breaking down from the center. The cavalry led by the enemy knights were much stronger than expected, so they couldn’t deal with them in a spread formation.
“Tell the centurion in the center of the ranks.”
The commander, who was struggling, bit his lip and gave the order.
“Let them block off those cavalry at their own discretion. As long as both wings cross the river, Seongbaek will finish it off.”
Imdiately after issuing the order, the superior commander fell to the ground with blood pouring out of nowhere. It must have been a strange thing for him and his guards, but it was the assassin who crossed the river with the red knight.
In response to the ssage that beca the commanding officer’s will, the centurion commanders in the center imdiately gave orders.
“Gather! Gather and block the enemy’s breakthrough!”
While the wings of the ranks crossed the bright green river, the enslaved soldiers in the center began to gather in groups of at least fifty, at most hundreds.
However, since more than two hundred people had already suffered casualties, the mass gathered was small and only three or four in number.
Dududu-
Through the gaps between the large groups of slave soldiers, over 100 elite soldiers and over 30 imperial knights wearing golden chain armor and plate breastplates appeared. An old master with disciples on his left and right was also with him.
“Enemy knight-!”
The angry shout of an old man in his seventies shook the field in the light of dawn. The lancers and hussars who ford the lance following the knights shook their shoulders involuntarily.
“Uh ha ha!”
The red knight, otherwise known as the ‘rider of mad bulls’, burst into laughter befitting his nickna. Then he drew a javelin from his saddle and threw it like a thunderbolt.
Caang!
Seongbaek Hopeken raised a sword resembling a hawk, deflected the javelin, and frowned. When I looked down, blood was reflected on the thin leather glove. His grip was torn while trying to block only one javelin.
While the old master stiffened his face, the enemy knight pulled the reins and retreated. Langbolt and seven-year-old Lance began to tail him into the river. It was after the demon of Jaan, who had been playing in the sky and spraying water, disappeared imdiately.
“Follow !”
Arrows rained down on the backs of enemy knights and cavalryn at the roar of Holy Baek Hopeken, and magicians dispatched from ‘Linhow on the Mountain’ poured down spheres of destruction.
Gooooooo!
What stopped him was the breath of an old mage standing on the watchtower of the defense line.
A gust of wind from Oghshlijo scattered the arrows. However, as if the saboteurs had made up their minds this ti, the purple spheres did not break in vain.
The mage raised her mana while wriggling her white eyebrows. The gusts of wind intensified and the spheres of destruction eventually changed their trajectories.
Whoa- Kwaaang!
“Aww!”
“Such a fucking-”
A series of explosions erupted from the defensive line and from the fields of the light green river. The Royal Army soldiers who were unluckyly hit by it turned to dust in an instant. The ones who scread were those who were swept away by the aftermath of the barricades bursting and the trenches collapsing.
In the anti, the enemy knights and cavalryn who ran under the strong gust of wind jumped over the river at once. It was at that mont that the old Seongbaek and the cavalryn who were chasing them were about to throw themselves into the river.
Roaring!
The rcenary wizards hiding on the river bank fired fireballs all at once. As a large fireball erupted in front of them, the Imperial cavalryn ca to a halt.
“Such a wicked-” Hoffken, who was hastily trying to activate the magic in his gloves, widened his eyes at the sight of blazing fireballs passing over his head. Then, looking at the direction the fireball was heading, he let out a groan.
“Shit.”
Kwakwawang!
An explosion occurred in the middle of the slave soldiers. Because they ford a dense formation to block the enemy knights and cavalry, nearly two hundred troops were evaporated by only five or six fireballs.
“Your Excellency, we must keep attacking!”
“No, we have to wait until the saboteurs break all those shabby barricades!”
“Are you going to report this disgraceful criminal record to the prince! Let’s attack!”
Seongbaek remained silent for a mont as he looked back at the fierce fire that covered one side of the field.
“…withdraw.”
The old man chewed and spit out. The imperial knights who t his eyes closed their mouths.
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