I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 312

312. The second battle has begun, guys (1)

The King of Rweche quietly looked at the falling snow and calculated the lost troops and remaining food in his head.

The answer that emerged was simple.

‘I can still hold out longer.’

In fact, it was also a set answer. Even if it’s a situation where I can’t hold on, I have to hold on somehow until I kill Deon Hart.

As he is the devil’s opponent, the hero’s lifespan is also quite long. If we wait here in anticipation for a natural death, it is difficult to estimate how many generations will pass by.

It was clear that before the current hero died naturally, the human world would be trampled to the point where recovery would be impossible.

Deonhardt’s death is the only hope.

In a situation where all the monarchs were focused on just one thing, each monarch’s communicator light came on.

This is not a communication device that we normally use to communicate with each other and discuss things. The heroes’ communicator sent to deal with the newly prepared Deon Hart.

What this means is….

Yes, the heroes and Deonhardt encountered each other.

***

[Deon, the path is different from here….]

[Okay, good job. … Oh, before you go, let’s leave some of the soldiers here.]

[Soldiers?]

[Uh. There is no need for high-level military power such as elites, just regular soldiers are enough.]

Deon, who had parted ways with Lirinel and other legions, was about to set off again with the increased number of troops under his command… but he raised his head at the liquid that fell on his cheek. The rumors of a severe drought were probably a lie, as rain was falling in drops.

I looked up at the rain that was getting thicker in an instant, and for a moment, the demons nearby refused to block the rain and looked back at the 0 Corps members. The troops under my command looked at me without wavering, as if asking me to give them an order.

“Look Carefully.”

Deon unfolded the map.

“I’ll probably fight here.”

“….”

“So, keep this distance around here….”

The finger points to one spot and draws a fairly long line. His finger went so far that the point he was pointing at was not visible to the naked eye.

In that state, a large circle was drawn and a dry voice concluded the command.

“Stand around and don’t let anyone come in.”

“No one… doesn’t mean…”

“Not even our allies.” “It will only be a hindrance.”

“All right.”

An unfamiliar voice.

Deon looked for a moment at the person who answered on his behalf. A person whose face is familiar but whose name I don’t even know looks at me with a puzzled gaze.

“Is there anything else you want to say…?”

“….”

…Ed should have been here originally, not this unfamiliar guy.

But Ed didn’t follow. There was no special reason. Because Deonhardt didn’t call him and Ed didn’t come to say he would follow him.

Since Ed did not follow, one of the 0 Corps members must have taken his place.

“Master Deon?”

“…no. Nothing.”

Deon turned his head.

***

“How about quiet and nice? This time, everyone went off to war, so the entire castle was quiet. “I thought it was perfect for drinking.”

“It’s quiet… but gloomy.”

“Sit here and don’t talk nonsense. “Let’s have a drink.”

“….”

“…Do you not regret not following Deon?”

“It would be more helpful if I didn’t follow along. “Right now, if I follow along, I’ll only get in the way.”

“I see…”

“There’s something I’m curious about more than that, about the past. “If you ask me whose side I will take if the Demon King and Deon come into conflict…”

[What if?]

[If the Demon King and Deon are in conflict, whose side will you take?]

“Did you already know everything at that time?”

“….”

“Answer me.”

“…okay.”

“….”

“….”

Damn it.

***

Considering the road leading to the battle site, Deon placed the 0 Corps members around him and headed toward the heroes with the regular demon soldiers. The demon soldiers following him tilted their heads as he moved forward without hesitation as if he knew where everything was, but he didn’t care and just kept his eyes on one side.

I could clearly see the heroes gathered in the distance, just enough to be seen as the ‘Heroes’.

As we go a little further, we hear a soft exclamation as if the demons are beginning to see it. Deon, who was moving without heeding the awe-inspiring gaze on his back, stopped when he met the eyes of the heroes.

“Daeon? “Why are you doing this?”

“…It’s no big deal.”

There definitely seems to be something over there. Even though our eyes met, I saw that he was sticking to his seat instead of coming over to meet me.

What is it? Now that I think about it, contrary to reports, the Primero Knights have not yet appeared. I wonder if it has anything to do with those guys.

Deon, who had just taken a step while worrying, stumbled sharply as if his knees buckled for an instant.

And then, as if they had been waiting, the surprise attack came.

“Master Deon!?”

“…!”

Their leader and the core of this war is in danger. The demons who ran to protect him without hesitation could not adapt to the sudden pressure on their bodies and fell down or fell to one knee.

Deon, exposed to the sword with no one to protect him, scanned the faces of his enemies for that short period of time and grinned.

‘This is it.’

I was wondering where the Primiro Knights had gone, and they were here.

I gave up trying to keep my balance and relaxed my body. The sword passes narrowly above the rapidly bowing head. Deon twisted his body, placed his foot on the floor, and kicked the opponent’s solar plexus.

‘…According to the calculation, it should have been normal to have the correct posture.’

The arm, which had not yet calculated the weight of the pressure, is unable to push the body and bends helplessly. Deon quickly rolled on the floor and stood up, getting out of range of any possible attack.

It’s a little embarrassing, but anyway, I succeeded in pushing the enemy away and survived. He immediately took out his dagger and blocked the subsequent attack and asked lightly.

“Is this Jin?”

“….”

Naturally, there was no answer.

I knew there were many different types of gin… but I never thought there was something like this. From the looks of it, it appears to be a range-type Jinn, but seeing as those within the same range are not affected, it looks like they used some kind of trick.

‘I wish it was something like an amulet.’

Because it’s the kind that can be stolen.

The sharp edge stings my skin. Deon lightly shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth to face the familiar faces.

“long time no see.”

“….”

“Where did you go, senior?”

Oh, the expression is worth seeing.

Of course, this is a question we ask knowingly. I have something to check. The battle just passed by so quickly that I need a little more time.

Deon raised his hand and scratched his cheek while observing the other person’s expression, which was still not responding.

“I didn’t want to mess with your knight order as much as possible…” “

….”

“But I guess I’m glad you’re not there.”

…Okay, this is the pressure. I got used to it.

Although the time given was short, much was gained. In the meantime, Deon adjusted to the pressure pressing down on his body and roughly calculated the weight of the pressure he felt when he raised his hand, grasping the difference between his thoughts and actual movement, and followed the gaze of the guys who were busy rolling around with a grin.

“Judging by the way you’re rolling your eyes, it looks like you’re looking for something intently.”

“….”

“Our crazy dog… I guess he’s looking for the Lofty Knights?”

Ah, I guess the Murderous Knights is a familiar name to you.

It was only for a moment, but Deon clearly saw that the expressions of the demons were not getting used to them and were struggling to fight even with their heavy bodies.

The battle itself is going in their favor, so the situation probably isn’t the problem. So, the problem is that the wrong guy came instead of the intended guest.

The corners of his mouth went up in a crooked manner.

“Somehow I didn’t come with you.”

“….”

It’s an eerily accurate guess. The leader of the Primiro Knights corrected his disheveled expression.

Their original role was to hold back the murderous knights. So that they can be used as useful hostages in the battle of heroes. Whether it be by distracting Deon Hardt from concentrating or as a way to grab his leash, you can ultimately kill Deon Hardt.

“But aren’t you embarrassed? “You’re trying all kinds of dirty tricks to kill me.”

…As a knight, I honestly thought it was cowardly, even if only for a moment.

But what do means and methods have to do with protecting the human world? I don’t think there is any need to consider fairness when dealing with a heinous person who is trying to destroy humanity.

Therefore, he opened his mouth that had been closed all along and asked in reverse.

“But aren’t you embarrassed to become a hero? Instead of protecting the human world, they are attacking it.”

“…huh.”

Deon widened his eyes for a moment, as if he didn’t expect a question to be asked instead of an answer, but then smiled.

“You’re not embarrassed at all?”

I took my stopped steps.

Under the pressure that had become familiar to me as a daily routine, I walked around the area as if taking a walk, ignoring the wary gazes, then turned my head and asked a demon waiting nearby.

“What about using magical power?”

“It’s impossible. You can use it if you go outside of this area, but…”

“It’s useless.”

Even if you try to use magic outside the range, it will be canceled as soon as you enter the area.

Even if you create a fireball outside and throw it, it will disappear as soon as it enters the range of the magic suppression circle.

Deon casually rubbed his chin.

“Well… I expected it.”

If you think it’s not possible, you can get the answer just by looking at the people who use magic dying helplessly. Above all, there is no way the enemy could not have anticipated this situation.

If it were me, I would of course have taken into account the possibility of bringing in demons and installed a magic suppression force. The current monarchs of each country are not idiots, and there would even be an increasing number of people who would form alliances and put their heads together, so it makes no sense that even this was not included in the table.

“What should I do?…”

Deon quietly looked down at the blood that seemed to be swallowing up his windpipe.

After a quick look, I noticed that when I went out of the range of this damn Jin where some demons were putting pressure, they didn’t chase me away. Rather, it had the opposite effect as the demons who came out to fight again had no choice but to step into Jin’s range and go through a period of readjustment.

‘Is it really possible to compete with just the demons that exist now?’

In the end, I guess I have no choice but to see blood with my own hands here.

Even as I was immersed in brief thoughts, there was a voice that lifted my consciousness for a moment.

“We will deal with it.”

Deon looked up.

“…Can you do it?”

“Don’t you have to deal with heroes, Daeon? You can deal with it. Given a little more time, you will quickly get used to this strange pressure. “We are not so weak that we cannot withstand even that brief moment.”

Even if they look weak, they are ultimately demons, and even if they are ordinary soldiers, they are ultimately one of the demon lord’s strengths.

Confident eyes are directed at Deon Hardt as if asking him to trust and leave it to him. After a moment of meeting his burdensome gaze, Deon slowly nodded.

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

“thank you.”

Thank you…

Instead of answering with a nonsensical greeting, the guy turns around and shouts at the demons in battle. A voice as powerful as any other general rang out.

“Our mission is to remove and dispose of the troublesome things that are holding Deon back! This is a mission that Deon has trusted and entrusted to you, so be thorough! “Let’s make sure no one dares block Deon’s steps!”

“Waaaa!”

“Kill!”

The guys, whose momentum has risen, rush at them fiercely.

A harsh voice rang through the earth as if it would not be defeated.

“Premiro Knights, we are the elite! “Show them why we were a symbol of fear in the South!”

“Death to the enemy!”

The two groups became entangled. As I take a rough step, muddy water splashes and blood splatters in the air.

Deon, who stopped for a moment and watched the situation, slowly passed between them and walked towards the heroes who were approaching. Sometimes there were people who tried to attack me, but they were blocked by other demon soldiers before they could reach me.

“…hmm?”

Then, Deon noticed something among the heroes who were approaching him, and his eyes widened. Instead of taking the steps he had stopped before, he slowly began to move forward, fixing his gaze on the unexpected opponent.

“This is unexpected.”

“….”

“I wonder what the noble princess is up to here.”