Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 423

“charge!”

Five knights holding up their horseback lances clad in auras and charged. The ground dug with each step, and the moment the three steps were taken, the knights’ charge, which had already reached maximum acceleration, had destructive power that could not be compared to that of the cavalry.

No matter how confident he was in his skills, it was right to avoid a situation where he responded to such prepared attacks simultaneously. The knights who had been dealing with the demons for years and matched the sum were the ones who were good at showing their skills beyond that. It was not easy to aim for a gap in an attack that even tried to breathe.

But despite being aware of their approach, Iraf couldn’t make a decision easily.

There was only one reason. It was because Eldmia’s reaction as soon as she spoke of her conclusion was so shocking.

As long as you didn’t act to catch the context in that brief moment and embarrass yourself, that’s real. After making that decision, a question dominated Iraf’s mind.

Is Command aware of this?

‘There’s no way to know right now, but it probably isn’t.’

The details of the operation carried out several years ago were a top secret even within the Demon King’s Army, so Iraf couldn’t fully grasp it either.

Now he rose to the position of division commander, but at the time he was only a centurion. Although he was a successful soldier, he was far from a secret unit or operation. Even the fact that there was such an operation was close to being picked up by chance after a long time after becoming a division commander, so looking back on the circumstances, only a few people in the Demon Army would know about it.

The only thing known is that there was an operation to find and return artifacts from the temple of the demon god located in the territory of the demon tribe in the past. However, even that was only rumored, so it was all vague about what was retrieved, what process there was, and how it was secretly moved.

Only one. Except for destroying the human village.

“…I think you’re going to have to die here.”

In order for no one to know what the demon army was aiming for, they had to erase a small village nearby from the map.

Only that much was known, but it was enough to make Iraf decide.

“I have no personal feelings. A soldier must follow orders, right?”

In the first place, the purpose of the genocide was to maintain secrecy, but the fact that the survivors were still alive is a serious problem.

If a clue about the operation is caught by trying to save it, what will happen to the non-soldiers who had to be massacred for the sake of secrecy, and those who had to endure the guilt of massacring them with loyalty?

Even if it was deception and self-satisfaction, as a person in charge of the demon king’s army, cutting Eldmia’s lifeline here was the only courtesy he could show to the people of the enemy country who had already died.

Even if he did not participate in the operation, he was responsible for this because he was the one who led this long war.

“For the Demon King’s army and those who have already died… Die here.”

Throws the broken javelin at the knights with full force. That alone could not stop those who rushed with the will to die, but it could create a slight distortion. Some avoided it with a very narrow gap, and someone skillfully took it with armor, but it was enough gap for Iraf.

Iraf’s hands and feet, which slammed the floor with his leg to create a crack and created a disorganization, rushed in and pushed the lance of the one in the lead to the side, creating a gap, swaying like a storm, tearing the armor of the knights.

-Quad deuk!

It was an attack that killed each blow, but the armor of the knights was strong enough to give their masters a moment’s respite, and as soon as the knights realized they couldn’t handle it, they threw their bodies to alleviate the impact as much as possible to avoid death.

In return, the two lances were safely held in Iraf’s hands, but the knights believed in Eldmia, who had known them for their miraculous achievements.

In terms of his skills, even this short moment is definitely a ‘gap’.

“It sounded like a fucking sidekick and I fell asleep. Fucking.”

And Eldmia did not betray their faith.

“You will die for those who died!”

Needles and severed javelins flew towards Iraf from all directions, along with Eldmia, who rushed at the speed that the knights had just shown her.

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People cannot be awakened by anger.

Well… he may be able to instantaneously display superhuman strength, but if he was an opponent that could be killed with just one display, he would have already cut off his limbs and entered the interrogation. If I had been able to awaken with anger, I would have already awakened a hundred times more and become a god, which can be said to have been scientifically proven.

The only thing that can make a person strong is always repetition, application, and talent. The bullshit that anger causes is rather an obstacle to rational thinking and only increases the probability of death.

But being a human being is a law that there are times when you get angry even if you know such a fact.

For example, when the young perpetrator asks me to die in the name of helping the neighbors, including my parents, who died unfairly out of nowhere.

“It’s a fuck!”

I don’t know anything else, but I can’t stand it. It’s an insult. It’s so insulting that even if you can’t kill it, it’s said to kill because there’s so much to figure out.

It didn’t stop at throwing needles and javelins, but the attack accelerated by detonating magic in the back, just like the method used when throwing a sword at Envelde, was certainly fast. If the horns of the buffalo, who dealt with the knight without even looking at it, had to turn their eyes and swing the weapon, it could be said that the bait role was properly played.

Now, after dealing with the orcs, all that was left was to trust the conversation I had when I met the spirit.

As soon as he was conscious of that, the magical energy inside the magical organ began to run wild.

Maybe it’s because it’s been a little more solid in the meantime? In terms of feeling, even though magic is being used at the level of opening the fuel filler port and pouring oil, the resistance felt is only at the level of receiving antibiotics in the blood vessels.

It’s a similar feeling to when he split Siegfried’s greatsword at the academy, but perhaps because of the amount of magical energy he used, even his muscles and skin were tingling.

Unlike the relatively insignificant resistance, my movement and the sword I swung were sharper than ever.

“Suck!”

The buffalo horn quickly crossed two lances as if using a single spear to block my attack, but it was futile. I also cut off the magic gold, so why can’t I split the weapon of the human race?

However, since he had already experienced it once, he probably expected this, so instead of using the weapon as his goal to block my attack, he attempted a very crazy counterattack in the form of pushing the sword away using the cut section in the brief moment the weapon was cut off by me.

-Tuong!

If it was a game, it would be like trying to parry by matching the comma unit timing. The impression that it is possible to do such a thing if you grow to the same level as the guy with the counterattack technique that you cannot believe even by seeing it with your own eyes, and the feeling that it is fucked pass through your mind at the same time.

And, faster than that sentiment, the feet that were reflexively swung aiming at the man’s stomach.

-bang!

“Big!”
“Fuck!”

I put magic on my armor and put iron plates on my boots, but it hurts so much that I wonder if my toe bones are broken. Fortunately, he couldn’t respond properly until this surprise attack and flinched greatly, so it’s a shame.

That’s right, it’s like showing a gap once in a while and giving and receiving. Isn’t that human beauty?

“Long live the fucking Silver Eagle!”

I mean with our team.

Ranze, who ran as swiftly as a real squirrel despite wearing the huge iron club and armor, shouted and swung his weapon at the head of the buffalo horn. Even though it was common sense to keep your mouth shut during a surprise attack, the reason for acting like that was simple. Since he is not sure that his attack will work, he induces an opening and aims for a pincer attack.

The problem was that while it was only Lange and I who were attached to the horns of the buffalo right now, he had enough skills to keep both of us in check at the same time.

Without even having time to appreciate the fact that what he had in his hand was a lance with only a spearhead left, a filthy fast attack unfolded in both directions.

Of course, in case Ranze’s attack didn’t work, I was parried as soon as my sword cut off his spearhead again, and Ranze’s iron club turned the spearhead he was holding into powder and struck it down, almost crushing his hand. When there is, it is forced to change direction.

It didn’t end with that, but as he spun like lightning, he threw a back kick at me, and Ranze threw the spear stick that was still cut at me like a dagger, so we naturally had no choice but to distance ourselves from him.

Isn’t this bastard at this level enough to call it the unity of the body and mother? It’s not just the javelin that sucks, it’s clear that he’s mastered the javelin technique itself.

If we keep our distance like this, we have no idea what else to do, so the moment we try to stick together again.

-Pervert!

“Cheukhak?!”

Throwing a weapon at Ranze and kicking me, three arrows made of flame simultaneously lodged in the breastplate of the guy that had been opened and caused an explosion.

It was so intimidating that even I had to flinch slightly, so I turned my head to see who had helped the ambush with such perfect timing. Ragnis appeared.

“Come along!”

Standing up a round shield engraved with laurel and shield patterns, and wielding a spear to wield magic, her appearance was honestly more cool than ever.

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