I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 252

252. Significance of a warrior (1)

No matter how close the corps commander and his adjutant are, they usually do not show weaknesses to each other unless they are a special type such as the 12th corps commander or the former 8th corps commander who has already died. Even if you have become comfortable and trust has built up, it is natural to keep your final weakness hidden.

Oel also knew that tears were one of the dangerous weaknesses that could make an adjutant look down on his superiors, so like other corps commanders, he never showed tears in front of his adjutant, Dernivan.

Is that why?

“…I will look for a suitable person in the human world.”

Dernivan made an uncharacteristically irrational decision.

***

Deon moved on a path that was not cleared but was free of traps.

Of course, there were no traps, and from time to time, the revolutionary army or the troops of the Mountain Kingdom were ambushed and attacked, but before they could raise their weapons, the commander of the 10th Legion, who showed off, went on a rampage with his troops and wiped them all out, so there was no way for Deon to go out on his own. .

Although he was increasingly irritated due to the hot summer weather, Deon arrived at his destination safely anyway and joined the existing troops, checking the situation of the return battle before receiving the handover.

From the beginning, the situation was turning into a standoff, so we sent support, but they were annihilated before they could reach their destination, affecting the ‘morale’ of the troops on both sides. Since it was not just a support force, but support belonging to a corps commander, the aftermath must have been unusual.

As expected, this situation had an impact on the tense battle situation.

A very small difference that would not have been noticeable at first. This would have created a gap and soon had noticeable results in the war situation.

‘That’s probably why it’s like this now.’

Look at this urgent situation. Anyone can see that they are being pushed behind.

How about the look on your face when you hear the news that support has arrived?

No matter how limited they are, they are still demons. Realizing once again the importance of ‘morale’, I quietly opened my mouth.

“Gaisitel.”

“Yes, I will go. I will do everything I can to ensure that Deon doesn’t bother to come forward…”

“No.”

I shook my head at the guy who was trying to sort it out.

“Do it in moderation.”

“yes…?”

A look of confusion and questioning returned, as if I didn’t understand.

Deon calmly checked his weapon under a gaze that seemed a bit stinging, clasped his hands together, stretched his body as if stretching, and spoke.

“Because I will also participate in the war.”

“Ah…! Yes! We will create a stage where Deon can stand out!”

As expected, this person is quick to notice.

With a silent affirmation, the guy on the horse leads the troops under his command and jumps into the chaos. Dan, who was watching the situation, spoke from the side.

“I think it’s enough for them, but are you really trying to get the Master to step forward? You’re not resting?”

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea to take a break, but… I don’t know.”

Currently, the troops of the State of Shan are encamped in front of the castle.

Judging from the fact that he pushed all the way to the edge of the magic suppression zone and settled down, it seems like he was preparing for the 8th Corps Commander…

“Because it’s not common for a stage like this to be set up in a siege.”

“Ah, Master and Me…The Lofty Knights had a great influence in this type of close combat.”

“Okay. Since you’re here, shouldn’t you say hello?”

If you want to let people know that you are here, it would be a good idea to leave a strong impression.

‘Is this something called hazing?’

Anyway, in that sense, the current situation is a very good stage.

It’s such a good thing that they can’t be sure about the existence of a demon that can use abilities similar to the 8th Legion Commander.

“You stay here.”

For those who fight well, demons are enough, and upsetting the atmosphere is something me and the crazy dogs specialize in. Even if Dan did come forward, it wouldn’t be of much help.

Dan, who was watching Deon lightly affirming and wrapping one arm around the other and stretching it, suddenly asked a question when he saw that it looked like he was going to leave.

“So… you don’t wear armor?”

“It can’t be meaningful to a hero. It’s just inconvenient.”

Even though it wasn’t the case before, I did it because it was obvious that if I had poor stamina and wore heavy armor, I wouldn’t be able to dodge anything that was avoidable and I would probably die.

After turning his wrist one last time, he snatched the spear from the demon soldier standing nearby. The guy who had suddenly handed over his weapon broke into a cold sweat out of embarrassment, but Deon didn’t care and just lightly swiveled the spear.

“Let’s borrow it for a while.”

“Yep! It’s an honor!”

He held a spear in his right hand and raised his left hand and clucked it.

“…!”

Even though it was a hand signal that had been a long time coming, it read it quickly and moved naturally along with the steps of the Lofty Knights.

Jump and jump.

The leisurely pace, which was irregular yet unsuitable for the tense battlefield, slightly rang on the ground.

Those who feel a sense of strangeness turn their heads and look at the source of the sound. Soon, just as the Red Sea parted, those in their path moved out of the way, and Deon, who stopped at an appropriate place, hit the ground with the back of his spear and grinned.

“Come on guys.”

Sreung.

As if they all knew what they were going to say, I heard the sound of everyone pulling out their weapons behind them.

“….”

“….”

The surroundings are quiet. Not only the Lofty Knights, who were silent as if they were not going to miss a word, but even those who were watching inadvertently kept their mouths shut and concentrated, unable to return their eyes to their original places.

A soft voice echoed in the windless space, as if even the air was suffocating.

“It’s time to take your medicine.”

Let’s run wild together for the first time in a long time.

Indeed, the killers laughed at a statement they had not heard in a long time. The answer here was obvious.

An extremely ugly word whose meaning has now faded.

“Everything for survival.”

…then.

Deonhardt nods his head in satisfaction and walks forward leisurely, giving additional orders.

Even so, those who were curious and opened their ears to see him holding a weapon in his hand that was completely different from usual, all heard him clearly without even needing to receive a command.

The content was simple.

“I’ll leave the morale-related part of the troops on both sides to you.”

In short, isn’t it a case of going wild? As cruelly as possible!

This is a command that is nothing new. Those who lightly take a sip of the medicine they have prepared disappear with their red, bloodshot whites flashing. The shout out not to worry is a bonus.

Since the allies were demons, Deon watched them for a moment, fearing that the medicinal energy might confuse the enemy and attack them incorrectly. He swung his spear in the air and soon jumped into the battlefield.

It was the appearance of a natural disaster.

***

Look.

He uses the battlefield as a stage to run wild and shout with his whole body.

Proof that the world has abandoned humans is that a hero who turned his back on humans has returned with a group of murderous demons.

Deon Hardt is back.

As if to prove that he went to battle at a very young age, the man, who was relatively small for a general, ran wild against the generals who were basically large in physique.

When he hit the ground, he stayed in the air, almost flying. When I jumped up using the spear as support, it got even worse to the point where I started to wonder if I really had the talent to fly in the air.

In that state, every time it swings its legs, the number of people who die from broken necks increases. Sometimes, there were people who managed to block it, but when that happened, the guy just lifted his other leg and wrapped it around his neck, putting his weight on it and twisting it.

How good are you at using the window? The radius of the spear’s reach was completely his domain. On the palm of his hand, where life and death depend on his will.

Since distance is important when it comes to windows, there were sometimes people who dug in… Didn’t you see that a little while ago? He is also quite good at using his feet. According to those who dug in, they all died by breaking their necks.

It doesn’t even stay in one place, but moves across the battlefield, so who would dare endure it?

“His fighting style is completely different from the Deonhardt I’ve known so far…”

The battle line, which had been pushed back endlessly, has now become close enough to be clearly visible from the castle walls.

King Yeonhwa of the Mountain Kingdom, who was watching the battlefield from the castle wall, shed tears.

Wasn’t his original fighting style based on ‘cruelty’?

He lowers the morale of his enemies by going beyond the minimum line that even humans immersed in battlefields instinctively protect and showing more brutality than anyone else.

But he is now showing a ‘normal’ fighting style. Only the Murderous Knights under his command are sticking to the ‘that’ style that everyone knows.

“He’s a hero. It’s only natural that he has developed new skills.”

Saerin answered quietly. In contrast to his calm voice, his two murderous eyes were glaring at the white hair that stood out more than anyone else’s.

“The problem is that even in an ordinary battle, it is ridiculously overwhelming and this side’s morale is plummeting…” “

There is no fish in the water. The judgment I made while being wary of abilities such as ‘contract demons’ is that bastard’s “It was a great stage.”

The ‘contract demon’ immediately moved inside the castle wall and opened the door. His news was quite… no, quite shocking.

If it had fallen while fighting properly, it wouldn’t have been such a shock. But doesn’t this mean that you were attacked before you could even do anything about it? Even moving into the ‘castle’ means that even the magic suppression force could not stop it. As a result, not only the people involved, San-guk, but the entire human world wandered around looking for a solution as if they were on fire.

What I found out was that it could only move alone and that there was a limit to the distance it could travel.

Now, the predominant assumption is that the support troops were wiped out by someone and that the demon died as well, and among the corpses of demons at the location where the signal flare was actually fired, there was also a corpse that appeared to be a ‘contract demon’, but none of the demons had the same abilities as him. We cannot be too sure that there will not be another one.

So, I went out and camped quite far away from the castle wall.

“I heard that the Murderous Knights deserted, but I never thought they were really in the demon world…”

I was hoping it was just a rumor.

Not only Deonhardt, but even the murderous knights run wild like fish out of water.

Instead, they should have entered the castle and engaged in a defensive battle. Looking at that situation gave Yeonhwa a headache, so she crossed her eyebrows. Saerin’s voice was heard.

“Deon Hardt wasn’t called ‘Master of the Murderers’ for nothing. There’s nothing strange about it.”

The hostility that was finally revealed was clear in his voice.

Yeonhwa lowered her hands and looked at the battlefield again. At that moment, I saw Deon Hart saving a member of the Murderous Knights who was about to die by throwing the dagger from his waist. It was a sight so natural that I almost passed it by.

…I can’t believe he’s so relaxed even in the middle of a battle.

‘Well, it’s worth it.’

The current situation of the war is being swayed helplessly by his movements like a typhoon.

He was a disaster. It was a typhoon and lightning falling from a dry sky. Humans were helplessly collapsing in the face of a disaster they could not resist.

As the battle line got closer and closer to the castle walls, the king of the Mountain Kingdom was troubled.

“Should we start a defensive battle right now?…”

Or should we just send out more troops and hold out in preparation for demons with unknown mobility abilities?

Actually, the answer has already been found.

All that remains is to confirm whether the inspector also made the same decision. Yeonhwa turned her head. When her eyes met, Saerin responded as if she had been waiting.

“We have to enter the defensive battle.”

Confidence was given.

“If we consider the priorities of those we must keep in check, the ‘hero’ in front of us who has become our enemy is higher than the possible demons whose existence we are not even sure of. Now, that hero and the troops under his command are maximizing their abilities. It’s something you can demonstrate. You can’t provide the optimal plan in a situation where even if you keep things in check, it’s not enough, right? Of course we have to change the game.”

“That’s right. You’re right.”

Yeon-hwa smiled happily and reached for the communication device.

“Prepare for the battle. “Prepare to fall out naturally so that the enemy does not notice, and as soon as the signal is given, all of you must leave at once.” The answer came

back saying that she would obey the command, and after ending the short communication, she looked back at Saerin with her unwavering gaze.

Anyone can see that there is more to say. “Is there

still more to say?”

“Yes. In the current situation, just blocking and holding on is not the answer.”

Saerin said as if she had been waiting.

“We have to kill Deon Hardt.”