Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 269
269. Extermination (1)
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The sun could not be seen above the gloomy sky. Columns of smoke rising from everywhere mingled with the dark clouds, adding to their turbidity. The sound of clashing weapons, screams, and shouts were entangled noisily on the plains blocked by the ceiling.
“Don’t back down!”
“If we break through here, the eastern part will be over! Push!”
In the meantime, the officers’ shouts echoed. Allied forces gathered under the banner of Tadora, Nebula Clash, covered the plains.
At its center, the Pansia Fortress, once called the Horn of the East, stood firm. It was one of the largest branches on the side of Nebula Clash, along with the Felgrand Mountains, which were being attacked simultaneously in the far north.
Two months since the sweeping operation began.
Nebula Clazier, who was on the defensive, changed the strategy by abandoning the small and medium branches and concentrating forces into large branches and entering a desperate fight. After confirming that the soldiers were not advancing despite orders, the officer shouted again.
“Form up! Don’t you want to drive them out of our land!”
“It’s a bunch of radishes. How could that…!”
But the soldiers did not advance. Even in a situation where they had a perfect victory, they could not find confidence in them.
Neither a competent commander nor the catapults constantly firing boulders at the fort gave them courage. It was because the defenders guarding the gate were too strong.
Regardless of the presence or absence of the protection of the stars, strong ones existed. Recently, the trend of relying solely on authority has become prominent, but Nebula Klagie is definitely a group that boasts a long history. Prisoners in white heavy armor shouted provocatively.
“Come on, cowards!”
“Did you just try to break the church to this extent!”
It was the Archbishop’s bodyguard. There were only twenty of them, but it was impossible to penetrate. The elite soldiers who had defeated countless enemies as the vanguard of Nebula Clazie were showing their true value even in Mercury.
Troops who rushed in because they could not overcome the pressure were terribly killed as they crossed the defense line. The most feared of them all was Archbishop Pantasion. The huge Weirdeer standing at the forefront of the defending army roared at the allied forces.
“You ignorant fools, how come you don’t realize that nothing will change in the end!”
There were twelve exceptionally strong members of the Order, and they were called Archbishops.
The booming voice swept across the battlefield like ripples on a lake. The approaching soldiers hesitated and retreated. Hundreds of large, dismembered corpses were strewn about him like a mountain.
“It is a monster.”
“How do you catch something like that…!”
The muscles that covered his entire body seemed to rip through his armor and pop out. The head of a stag resting on a huge body was like the head of a god worshiped in some religion.
In Pantasion’s hand was a huge double-edged axe. The gigantic blade, 2m in diameter, was ravenously scattering spirits even though it had drunk the blood of two knights.
The protection of the stars had long since disappeared due to the shelling at the beginning of the war, but that didn’t matter. None of the allied forces surrounding Pantasion thought they were ‘siege’.
“archbishop…!”
The commander-in-chief clenched his fists. Blood flowed from the spot where the nail had been dug. The longer the fight, the more unfavorable the war situation was. The number of people was overwhelmingly large, but it was because only the troops were being consumed without any significant results.
At this rate, there was a possibility that the demoralized soldiers would run away. It was a pity that there were nine more such monsters in the future. He checked his pocket watch for the hundredth time and twitched his lips.
“Is it still a long way…!”
“Did you think you could win without power?!”
Pantasion shouted again. Weirdeer’s unique mildness could not be found in him who wielded the ax with one hand.
The allied forces only retreated and did not approach further. His morale was completely broken, and the sight of him losing his will to fight was devastating. Pantasion, who was watching them, winked at his subordinates.
“I guess I can do it soon. Killing the commander will disintegrate them too.”
“I was just waiting for that word.”
The guards wore a fishy smile. The time has finally come. They were only defending the designated line of defense and not advancing further.
It was Pantasion’s strategy for a counterattack. It was an intention to destroy the troops by storming them when they were careless. If I killed all the commanding staff, I wouldn’t be able to help them, no matter how large they were.
“When I signal, we set off.”
Pantasion murmured softly. The men with their weapons raised nodded. The deer’s glimmering eyes aimed at the command center in the distance. It was the moment he was about to run off the ground.
Kwaaang-!!! Suddenly, the gate behind Pantasion exploded.
“Gagging! What’s going on?”
“Aaaaaaaa!!”
Fragments of rock flew ferociously. Some of the prisoners were hit in the back or back and fell down. Pantasion’s eyes hurriedly turned around and widened as if they were about to pop out. From within the dust, a huge dark shadow was approaching with strides.
“you…!”
“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Sword Saint.”
The commander-in-chief let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the work was done before it was too late. A huge wear tiger appeared through the sunken dust. It was Zaifa Turgeng, known as the strongest swordsman of all time.
“Still, it’s a little better after washing it with blood. The sewers are no place to walk.”
Jaifa said to herself. Fifteen elite soldiers were following him. The commando’s mission, led by Zaifa, was to infiltrate the fort’s drains and destroy the west gate from the inside.
“blood…?”
Foreboding, Pantasion’s hair stood on end. His gaze suddenly turned to the inside of the castle gate. The inner sanctuary, which should have been preparing for evacuation, had turned into a bloody hell.
All the believers who were in charge of production and chores, so to speak, the role of villagers, were brutally murdered. A trembling voice flowed from Phantasion’s parted lips.
“You bastard…what the hell are you doing…!”
“I pulled some weeds.”
Jaifa replied indifferently. He sliced up any believer he encountered, regardless of gender or age. Pantasion shouted as if protesting.
“To make people without combat skills like that, are you still a swordsman!”
“Take it.”
Zaifa threw something instead of replying. Took. A mass flew through the air and landed in front of Pantasion. Veins like tree roots began to bulge on his neck.
“oh…! Ohhh!”
“He looked quite like you. Although my skills were poor.”
Jaipa brushed off the blood on her sword. Pantasion, who knelt down on one knee, picked up the lump. Immature antlers grew above the deer’s head. He was the only son of Pantasion, who turned 20 this year. Jaifa continued.
“I have no intention of showing any mercy to you scumbags. Now that you have tasted hell alive, I will really throw you into hell.”
“Zaipaaa!!”
Pantasion roared. Zaifa silently grabbed the moon sword. The giants on both sides fired at each other at the same time, whoever came first.
Zaifa and Pantasion collided exactly in the middle. Kaaaang-! A cracking sound resounded through the sky.
“Kill them all!”
“Don’t let even one of them live!”
There were no weapons to be wielded. Every time the sword and the ax collided, a metallic scream erupted. Jaifa and Pantasion were lightly handling the two giant siege weapons as if they were daggers.
“My God.”
“Is that the Sword Saint…!”
Consternation erupted from all corners of the Allied Forces. The battle between Archbishop Pantasion and Zaifa did not seem like something that would happen in real life. All they could do was watch, overwhelmed, in a fight that would later become legendary. It was in the midst of a series of twenty sums.
“hmm!”
bang! Suddenly, Zaifa kicked off the ground and took off. The ax that aimed for his neck flew horizontally through the air. Pantasion immediately withdrew his weapon, but for Zaifa, that moment was enough time to win.
“Your ax is heavy, deer!”
Jaipa swung forward and swung the moon sword. The blade, which had only been blocked by the axe, cut flesh for the first time. Awesome! As soon as he landed, Pantasion’s right arm shot up into the air.
“Kuh…!”
Pantasion frowned. Chow ah! Fresh blood spurted out and soaked Zaifa’s face. The joy and sorrow of the allied forces and believers who watched the battle crossed each other. Losing a limb in a confrontation between people of equal skill was virtually no different from the end of the game.
“hmm?!”
However, it was a story within common sense. Pantasion did not back down at all and charged forward with his horns. Zaifa, who had been hit with precision, bounced off as if hit by a battering ram. His body flew in a straight line and collided with the wall a hundred paces further away, creating a roar.
“You bastard…!”
“die!”
Immediately, Pantasion’s double-edged ax flew in the same trajectory. Zaifa, who was pinned to the wall, barely twisted her body. Wow! A roar rang out once again. As I glanced away, I saw an ax blade that had cut off part of my beard and was stuck in the wall. Zaifa laughed as if he was having fun.
“Guts is useful.”
“I will chew your liver and swallow it!”
Clap! Pantasion spread his palms and the ax returned to him. Jaifa stood up.
The saliva he spat out was mixed with thick blood and a few white teeth. Certainly, there was a reason why the Allies struggled. As he stared at Phantasion, he sighed.
“Sorry.”
“There is no point in begging for your life now. I will give you the most painful death!”
“Did you say Phantasion? I wanted to fight a little harder with you.”
Jaifa’s voice was dripping with regret. Phantasion narrowed his forehead.
“what?”
“I won’t. Because this is a war, not a game.”
Zaifa muttered an incomprehensible sound once more. It was the moment when Pantasion, who made a decision as a means to buy time, was about to rush. Suddenly, a whistling sound came from his side.
“What…”
Pantasion turned to the direction of the sound. A certain human youth was rushing towards him. The hand of the young man in the dark blue uniform was clutching the hilt of the sword.
Although he was small, his movements were unusual. It was the car that Pantasion was trying to rotate his body after his head. Chow ah! Blood spurted up his side as he felt the wind brushing his skin.
“Grancia!”
Pantasion’s eyes widened. Even though it didn’t touch, it was cut by the wind. The moment the blow hit him, he was able to infer the opponent. Facing Schlieffen, he exclaimed in rage.
“A-song-i-ga-!”
Phantasion raised an axe. Even if he lost an arm, he couldn’t even imagine losing to such a fledgling. He was about to slam Schlieffen in the head. Quasac! A strange sound came from the wound on his side that had been cut a while ago.
“This is…”
Pantasion, who looked at the injury, flinched. The cut from the slash had turned blue. Body tissue that should have stopped bleeding while self-repairing was frozen and collapsing.
Schlieffen, who dug in without missing a gap, fired another slash. Viscount Chow! Blue lines were drawn all over Phantasion’s limbs, and the wounds froze.
It was only then that the sword in Schlieffen’s hand caught my eye. The blade of the longsword, which had a glacial bluish color, was engraved with magical characters that had been used since ancient times. Pantasion recited like a sigh.
“Pale Road…!”
“No matter how you look at it, it’s a wasteful sword for a kid.”
Jaifa laughed. There was no one who did not know the name of the sword among those who ate the knife. The Pale Road, one of Doron’s seven masterpieces and a sword with the bitter cold, was the treasured sword of the Grancia family.
Schlieffen inherited the Pale Road while participating in this sweeping operation. Phantasion, who came to his senses belatedly, struck down the ax he had raised.
bang!! The blade was driven deep enough to crack the ground. However, Schlieffen avoided the slash by a single piece of paper. He raised his sword in a rather obvious motion and was stabbed, but Phantasion, whose motion was slow, could not respond. hooked! The Pale Rod gently dug under Phantasion’s chin.
“Mueeouk!”
The tip of the sword protruding from the roof of his mouth was scattering a cool blue light. It was just as Phantasion was about to kick Schlieffen with his knee. Puppy-! As Schlieffen twisted the blade, his frozen muzzle shattered.
“Archbishop!!”
The guards were astonished. Pantasion’s teeth stuck to his gums and fell apart. The tongue, which had been fragmented into dozens, flew through the air. The cold air penetrated through the cross section and eroded Phantasion’s brain.
“Uhhh…”
Pantasion’s motion stopped for a moment. Schlieffen did not miss that opportunity. Quickly gathering strength, he twisted his waist and raised his sword. Kagagak! A razor-sharp wind surged up from scratching the ground and hit Pantasion. His eyes widened as he felt the blade slash through his body.
“…you.”
Phantasion’s movement stopped. The face of Schlieffen, who looked down at him with his gaze down, was expressed without a slight movement.
A silence fell over the battlefield. The ax fell from Pantasion’s hand. Chow ah! A line drawn from his heart to his left trapezius widened and a fountain of blood gushed out.
thud…! The Weirdeer’s large body, which was slowly leaning, fell to the floor.
“Okay, got it!”
“The morning star of the empire kills that monster…!”
“Long live Swordsman Jaipa!! Long live Grancia!!”
Pantasion didn’t move anymore. Despair appeared on the face of the SS. The shouts of the allied forces resounded as the sky departed.
This was the second time Schlieffen had killed the archbishop. He could have been a little happy or proud, but he didn’t say anything and just wiped the blood off the blade. he asked, turning to Jaifa.
“Have you ever done more?”
“Now your eyes are a little more useful.”
Jaifa laughed. The dark blue eyes shook like a storm that would sweep away everything. It was amazing when he had grown so much.
After starting the full-scale sweeping operation, Schlieffen was getting closer to the Sword Master faster than anyone else. He said, pointing towards the Allies.
“does not exist. They should have something to do too.”
“All right.”
“Good job. And prepare as soon as possible to officially challenge the position of the Sword Saint. I’ll be waiting.”
Schlieffen shook his head. After dealing with the SS, the allied forces began to enter the castle. The sound of footsteps and screams that echoed without intervals signaled the end of the long fight.
****
“Nimiral. How much do I have to squeeze out today?”
Ronan sighed. I lost a lot of blood, so my head was dizzy. Beside him, the mechanism Didican devised was spinning with a strange sound.
A small tube was stuck in Ronan’s right arm. Every time the machine started, red blood was going up in the tube. He was lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling of the dark barracks.
“I’m sorry…”
A familiar cry was heard. Suddenly, the tent was pulled back, and a huge black head burst out. Ronan widened his eyes.
“Sita.”
“Byeom wooung…”
“Yes. okay. are you okay. don’t worry.”
Sheeta worriedly rubbed her face against Ronan’s cheek. Ronan stroked Sheeta’s hair. Now, even if I spread my palms wide, I couldn’t fully grasp my head. In just two months, Sheeta had grown to a size that even a small dragon would believe.
It was because he drank so much blood in many places. It was in the midst of his soothing Sita.
“Ronan. Are you inside?”
“yes. Come in.”
Suddenly the entrance to the barracks opened wide and pale men walked in. It was the Shadow Grand Duke and his subordinates. Ronan, who just raised his head while lying down, shrugged his eyebrows.
“What happen?”
“I’m sorry I’m busy. I think you’ll have to step in.”