Chapter 450: 450 Art. 449, "The Best Way to Death"

The storm and roaring thunder swelled up and enveloped the battlefield. The clouds temporarily cleared, and a refreshing sunshine pierced the earth as if to make us forget the deadly snow.

Across the ages, giants and dragons reappeared and fought each other. The result was apparently a victory for the giants.

That in itself is nothing short of delightful. I could almost picture Kalia's smug face.

But to be honest, this situation itself was unexpected.

That thunder-dragon that scorched the air. How could the enemy have a sorcerer at the helm of such a great magic? At least in the past, I've only ever seen a Fyarat.

That sucks. I bit my teeth unconsciously. I put the chewing tobacco in my pocket.

Magic is useful, but not easy enough to use on the battlefield. Even if it was for defeating demons as adventurers do, magic was still a minor part of the battlefield on a large scale.

At least, until the world was transformed by Fearalert.

And yet, what the hell is going on here? It seems that the Borvat dynasty wasn't just sitting on its laurels in a time of peace. If anything, I would like to see them show their diligence against the demons.

He sighed unconsciously. He opened his mouth, trying not to let the soldiers behind him know. No matter what the situation, this is not the time to stay down.

"Well, the enemy has fallen. Let's go. Break the sorcerer's nose!

The Grand Front of Garou Amalia. He shoulders his sword as he leads his men to the gate. The exhalation rising from my throat was so hot that I could hardly stand it. The tension that pervades the battlefield covers my skin.

Kalia had done more than enough to fulfill the task I had asked of her. Now it's my turn to answer the call. I'm going to smash the enemy vanguard so badly that they'll never recover.

I've got 800 defenders, and they can't see a thing. Oh, what a worthy assault!

With the treasured sword on his shoulder, he runs toward the enemy vanguard, which is in a state of agitation. The name "Hero Killer" shone in the sunlight.

The savage voices of the soldiers followed his back. It is a strange feeling to be pursued by someone when I was once only the pursuer of someone else.

It didn't take long for me to make contact with my enemy, who was well on his way. I lost my mind at the flash of the giant and swung my treasure sword at the head of the delirious soldier. The man's skull shattered easily, and blood spilled into the air as if he were sneezing.

Next, he plunges his blade into the belly of another enemy soldier, and the next time he slits his throat. And so on, and so on, and so on, and with each step forward comes the opportunity to kill someone else. My cheeks and ears had already tasted the blood of many.

The chaos of the battlefield is terrifying. Because an army is a controlled group, once it loses its footing, it becomes instantly difficult to control. No matter how many assaults were made, there was no organized counterattack by the Borvat army.

However, that did not mean that there was no resistance. A soldier of his own army, who was holding out his spear at his side, suddenly had his throat slit and coughed up blood.

It was as casual as a little spit. But he didn't say anything anymore.

As I turned my gaze to the front, I saw a group of soldiers running towards me. They wore strange armor, but their actions were unusually agile. The way they handle their weapons is also not that of a normal soldier.

A sorcerous armored soldier. They were supposed to be in the middle guard, but they had already started to move to the front. Apparently, the commander had decided that the vanguard could not support them.

The magic armored soldiers are clad in a wide variety of armor, but many of them have armor just like ordinary soldiers.

These armored magic soldiers are made with the best of magic. It was ironic that the best means of combat they could choose was to engage in physical combat, splattering blood, flesh, and brain plasma, just like ordinary soldiers.

The magic armor made them forget their fears as well as their athletic abilities. A mere ordinary soldier becomes a monster that ordinary soldiers can't even fathom. The higher the sorcerer, the greater the effect.

It was a wonderfully terrible deception. I want to clap my hands and applaud.

Breathe in and hold your breath. In front of me, I saw a magic armored soldier raising his battle axe. I opened my eyes, stepped forward to rest my body on the sword, and drew a line in my vision.

I could see a line where he would leap off the swinging battle axe and use its momentum to gouge out the enemy's neck. It's not an easy thing to do, but the sword snaps its blade as if to say, "It's really that simple.

I really feel as if the sword has a will and is speaking to me. I'd like to make a joke about it, but if I were to exchange words with a sword, I'd be considered a freak.

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My cheeks relax at the thought of such selfishness. The next thing I know, I'm swinging the blade according to the lines I drew in my eyes. The tip of the treasured sword bites off the head of the magic armored soldier. The armor was being abducted in an interesting way.

As the screams of the magic armored soldier covered the battlefield, the enemy army stopped again with a slight shudder. After exhaling, he turned to his own soldiers and said.

"All right, run!　We'll go next. If you stop running, you're dead!

The next step was to retreat to the main gate, harassing them. As they say. As one would expect from such an elite force, Borvat's army was quick to recover. A single collapse did not seem to be enough to bring about a total collapse.

It was too dangerous to go any further. Their own soldiers would die one by one.

Besides, once the front line was cut down to some extent, it would take a reasonable amount of time to move on to a siege. It would also help Vestaline, the Steel Princess, who was working as a ranger unit.

It was more than enough for a first battle. I could have said that without a doubt, but... I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not.

--A slight dull light flashed in his eyes. A few dull lights flashed in my eyes. High speed magic bullets flew across my field of vision. It's not just one, but several. They crawl closer and closer to my blind spot.

Each one a little larger than a fingertip. Each one is slightly larger than a fingertip, emitting a dull, iron-like light as it travels through the air. Some of the trajectories were straight, some of them were twisted, but all of them had one thing in common.

The only thing they had in common was that they were aimed at me as their target.

A skilled sorcerer, no doubt.

I clucked my tongue in my chest, but felt a kind of relief at the sight. No, I thought, I'm glad you're here.

After all, it's what I do. It would be weird if it worked out so easily. It makes me feel like there's an invisible pit somewhere.

If that's the case, it's better to behave with an open mind, even if it's malicious.

He grasps his treasured sword and slashes down the magic bullets in front of him. Several of them hit my cheeks and stomach, but somehow no blood spilled. On the contrary, every muscle in my body was extremely hot. It was as if the blood flowing through my body was roaring.

In the midst of the savage voices of the battlefield, I heard a voice that resonated even more.

"Don't panic!　It's just a stupid diversion. A small assault is insignificant!

The voice came from a man with a thin, yet sharp outline. The voice belonged to a man with a thin yet sharp outline, whose armament differed from that of the surrounding soldiers and even the magic armored soldiers. And the way the voice came out on horseback, it was that of a commander. He was a general or a man of some rank, judging from the decoration.

The moment you see the man in your sights, you immediately prepare yourself and run your legs. In short, I was ready to die and kill my own men.

--Kill. If I could kill the enemy commander here, it would be worth a fortune.

Even if it kills me, Garou Amalia still has Caria. A large army that has lost one of its commanders too soon and is demoralized is no match for Caria.

This is for the best. This is the least amount of deaths. I'm sure of it.

We charge, and instantly five of my troops are dead. They couldn't even respond to the threat of the sorcerous armored soldiers and became mere lumps of mute flesh.

But we can't stop. He stopped breathing, and with eyes wide open, he struck and slashed at the enemy soldiers with his purple light.

Something black and red flew through the air as he cracked the skull of the magic armored soldier who seemed to be his guard with the bottom of his handle. His face was smudged again, and he could no longer see what was on it.

The confusion of the soldiers is lessening. I can hear the commander's voice, right there.

I see a man sitting on a horse at the end of a rain of blood.

--I'm sorry, but you're gonna die here. You can kill me next.

He swung his sword up in a straight line, and then swung it down. The enemy's horse neighed, almost screaming.

A large amount of fresh blood drenched the surrounding soldiers, the ground, and the air. The true meaning of battlefield was there.

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