The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 179
My Villains Episode 179
42. Bond (11)
Well, it’s already a week ago, so it’s a bit late.
After dealing with the Black Wolves, Randall’s mercenaries, the pursuers in the palace, and Ramashda, the Anupad Queen, U Tequai and I leveled up.
Name: B Level: 24 Class: Blood Knight
Stats: Remaining Bonus – 2 Strength – 27 (51) Agility – 27 (51) Health – 26 (48) Magic – 23 (39) Skill:
Blood Blade 7pt Loot 4pt Blood Shield 3pt
Flowing Blood 5pt Hot Blood 3pt
Legendary Lineage lpt
Thirst 4pt Bloodthirst 2pt Bloodborne lpt
No matter how many times you look at it, it’s a really ridiculous sheet.
In simple calculations, you need to be at least level 32 to get that ability. As for the skills, I haven’t mastered the next ranked skills yet, but the points themselves are quite large.
Anyway, having become this strong, I instinctively realized something.
What that means…
“Fix the siege!”
“Archer archer-!”
It was the fact that a fair number of junkies would not pose a threat even if they flocked in groups.
“Uh-oh, it’s coming this way!”
“Stop!”
It pounced on the spearmen who took a backward step. He swung left and right as if to cut off the red pulsating Hrunting. When three or four long spears bounced off with a cheerful sound, I quickly dug into the gap.
“Pull out the knife!”
“Poke! Poke!”
He squeezed between the shoulders of the struggling spearmen and brandished his knives, fists, elbows and knees.
baek!
A heavy piece of iron and an elbow wrapped in a chain struck a soldier on the head. The helmet was crushed and the soldier collapsed powerlessly.
A middle-aged man’s lower jaw was shattered by a gloved fist, and a young man’s knee was stamped in the groin, and he rolled his eyes and fell backwards. Some had their eyes blown out by Hrunting’s crucifix, while others had their noses sunk from being hit by a headbutt.
“Don’t push!”
“Stay back, you motherfuckers!”
The crowd of soldiers collapsed due to my violent riot.
While stomping on them and stabbing them in the neck or heart, the only counterattack was a slow spear and an obvious barrage of arrows.
“Sigh”
I wrapped my arms around the spear extending from the left.
“Leave this, you bastard!”
The soldier caught with the spearhead struggled, but there was no time to stab him. I had to cut off the head of a shield soldier attacking from the other side.
So, after pulling the spearhead once, holding it tightly with his armpit, he stretched out his hand toward the spearman’s neck.
“Such a fucking joke,”
he grabbed the soldier’s neck as he was muttering something.
Like a fairly large phoenix, his hands are quite large, so his long neck can fit in one hand. That made it easier to squeeze his neck.
Pudeudeuk.
Before his face was reddened with blood, his neck was broken first. I grabbed the soldier and covered his back. The arrow-studded corpse flinched with a loud thump.
As soon as he tried to jump between the enemy soldiers to avoid the arrows, the soldiers surrounding him retreated like the ebb tide.
…what?
“Hoo-wook-hu.”
As I was catching my breath, a group of heavily armed troops appeared.
The number is about thirty. At first glance, they are knights and elite soldiers…
“This is the end of this bloody swordsman.”
The guy who said that and stepped forward was a knight. The deer antlers decoration on the full helm painted in auburn color is quite impressive.
“He has good skills, but he is cruel, like a thief or mercenary. Undoubtedly, the silver prince’s eyes were also blurred.”
The knight stopped talking and raised the heater shield he was holding in his left hand. At the same time, the corpse that had been rolling under his feet exploded, and dozens of pieces of blood attacked him.
Quaggagak!
Due to the agile reaction of the deer horn knight, the blood that I secretly cast left a few scratches on the shield and armor, but did not poke an eye. It’s a waste.
As I was licking my lips, the deer antlers knight’s eyes shone brightly through the cracks in the full helm.
“Don’t you know the honor of being a knight?” “You are talking like an asshole.”
“…what?”
“Then you, a bastard called a knight, rushed in with your friends? If your honor is that good, why don’t you go for it alone?”
The deer antlers knight, who was silent for a moment, muttered as he corrected his war hammer.
“You’re the one who can’t speak.”
“You fucking coward.”
I was so sarcastic and grinning. Just before the deer horn knight raised his hand and said something, I spurred the ground first and charged at them.
“That crazy-”
His confused eyes were very satisfying.
Ellen, who was completing the spell by moving her right hand holding the wand and her empty left hand restlessly, peeked past the defense line.
‘…I have to hurry.’ Where her gaze was directed, the ruins of collapsed gates and wooden fences were piled up in heaps. Beyond, Phoenix was supposed to be struggling among countless enemies… After
biting her lip for a moment, Ellen shook her head slightly and moved on.
“Move.”
“It’s dangerous for a moment- Ugh.”
Leader Amias blocked El Ren in a cold sweat from the arrowhead protruding through the shield. While shoulder to shoulder with a certain soldier, he raised his head above his shield and looked ahead.
Then,
“Now!”
he shouted, and turned the federal plaque to the side.
Ellen then poked her wand through the gap and cast a spell.
“Ventus (the wind is blowing)-!”
Dark green wind gathered at the tip of her wand and tangled like a skein. The wind blew forward with a whooshing sound.
Threads of dark green wind unraveled and cut through the air. As the speed increased in the process, the winds that were as thin as threads left dark green afterimages. They were afterimages that looked like bent knives.
Whoa!
A dozen or so ‘blazing winds’ attacked the enemies who had flocked to the front of the defense line. It was a spell strengthened by Ellen’s unique application power.
“Keep damn it!”
“It’s magic-!”
The soldiers who had been hacked up by the piercing wind rolled on the ground screaming.
Most of them were saved because they were wearing armour, but there were so many wounded that Longville’s army could easily defeat them.
“Behind Miss Ellen!”
Amias and the soldiers raised their shields and quickly blocked Ellen’s path.
As soon as Ellen hid herself, dozens of arrows flew in and hit the shield wall.
“Quit-”
Amias, who had endured the barrage of arrows, gritted his teeth and groaned. It was because the arrowhead that pierced the shield hit him in the shoulder.
Fortunately, Amias was wearing thick leather chain armor, so the arrow did not stick. However, he stumbled backwards because he was hit on the shoulder while barely keeping his seat.
“Amias!”
Cole, who had been shooting arrows through the shield wall, quickly came running and supported Amias’ back. Cole pulled the string again after helping Amias get back into position.
“Hold on for a little while. The enemies feel strange.” “Is that weird?”
“It seems that there is something wrong with the guys standing up there who keep looking back.”
“okay? I hope it’s as big of a problem as possible
.
puck!
The enemy soldier clinging to the shield fell backwards and Amias slashed his shoulder with an axe. A Longville soldier guarding the side threw a spear to help finish it off.
“Ah, they are flocking like a swarm of ants! It would have been nice if there was at least Sirens golem…
Cole nodded with a wry smile at Amias’ grumble.
‘Is it because you often match your hands and feet? It’s empty without them.’
The ‘they’ Cole thought of were the wizard brother and sister of the Rao family, the druid Zanavas, and the magic swordsman Simos.
The Rao family strictly forbade meddling in a quarrel between nobles without the permission of the head of the household.
Because of this, Siren and Edan could not participate in this battle, and in the end, their party was escorting the baroness at the manor house at Phoenix’s request.
However, regret was regret, and the important thing now was to survive right away. Both Amias and Cole knew this well, so they quickly regained their senses.
“Amias!”
“Mummy?”
Then, out of nowhere, Mira ran toward them. With her sharp swordsmanship, she was in charge of dealing with enemies penetrating the shield wall.
“what’s the matter?”
“Ahead of me, suspicious looking guys are coming!”
“…Those who look suspicious?”
“Yeah over there!”
Mira pointed over the remains of the gate beyond the defenses.
There, three men wearing white cloaks were approaching the defense line. I couldn’t tell if it was woven with wool or flax, but the white cloaks they were wearing somehow shone
.
“…witch hunters?”
“yes? Are you a witch hunter?”
Tightly, Steedman narrowed his brows.
“Aren’t they the ones playing in the empire? Why are you here…
While he questioned, Archer Cole quickly fired an arrow. Having changed his string a few days ago, Cole was able to shoot arrows faster and farther than before.
The long arrow that flew through the wind pierced the chest of the one who stood in the middle among those wearing white cloaks. Despite the fierce battle everywhere, puck up to tens of meters away! A voice was heard.
Then, the one who was hit by the arrow grabbed the shaft and violently pulled it out.
Jjijijik-
The flesh caught in the arrowhead was torn and stretched. The witch hunter silently moved on, not even
screaming or groaning.
“…Ha what else is that? A witch hunter?”
“I heard rumors that they are devils. Aren’t you a real human?”
Even after being hit by an arrow in the chest, he looked fine. It was a sight that would make a normal mercenary fall in love.
However, it was the Amias gang who had all sorts of extraordinary experiences during the month with Phoenix’s group. They frowned as if they were fed up, but they didn’t look too surprised.
However, Ellen, who had been hearing about their notoriety ever since she was training at La Palais Palace, screamed with her face fixed.
“Prepare the oil!”
“yes?”
“hurry!”
While the other mercenaries widened their eyes at the unexpected order, Archer Cole quickly ran to the back. Seeing this, Ellen began to prepare the order.
As she cast a spell and mana gathered, witch hunters in white cloaks flashed their eyes under their hoods.
The witch hunter who had been shot in the chest by an arrow at the forefront took out a stone statue from his bosom. It was a statue of a winged woman blowing a horn.
The witch hunter’s lips parted, and the statue vibrated.
I’m going to have a good time!
A roar that sounded like scratching metal exploded, and vibrations spread around the statue in all directions.
And silence passed.
MI w
Steedman and Amias looked at each other and said something, but no voice was heard.
Not only that, but there was no noise even while spears and shields collided, swords cut flesh, and hammers pounded helmets.
The statue taken out by the witch hunter swallowed up all the sounds around it…
M | W
The battlefield fell into a momentary panic. Some mistakenly thought it was hearing loss, while others thought it was a curse.
But that panic was short-lived.
They couldn’t hear the sound, but the rest of their senses and bodies were intact, so they continued the battle as before.
The scenery where the fierce melee unfolded without sound was so bizarre that it gave me goosebumps.
‘Oops……
Ellen pursed her lips desperately, but it was impossible to cast a spell in the yard, which blocked all sounds.
The three witch hunters in white cloaks charged towards the defense line, or at Ellen, clutching large crossbows and skewers.
It wasn’t the fire witch who cursed them, but it didn’t matter to them who harbored an unconditional hatred for witches.
Then, to make matters worse, a woman returned to the battlefield.
U. 99
The woman floating in the air and screaming silently was none other than Attilia.
she was a wreck
His left elbow was bent to the other side, and he couldn’t even see where his cherished white spear, the ‘White Thorn’, had gone.
Atilia’s third eye, which was embedded in her forehead, boosted her visionary power.
The six spears of emptiness protruding from the cervical vertebrae wriggled violently. Attilia, who had slammed the air and approached the defense line, stretched out her purple tentacles in all directions.
Blood splattered here and there on the battlefield as if red paint had been poured onto a war documentary. The spear of emptiness wriggling forward pierced three or four, if not six or seven, soldiers at once.
“― ——-
9 . .
In the distance, on the ruins of the gateway, Doyle, Count Tristan’s second son, was standing with a blood clot in his neck.
Doyle shouted something while holding the dark green pendant, but his voice couldn’t reach Atilia because the statue of the witch hunter swallowed the sound.
So Atilia continued the slaughter.
With eyes and brow hairs radiating a purple radiance, without distinction between County Multingham and County Longville.
The spear of emptiness with which three or four soldiers were hung swept in all directions like a whip. Corpses clad in heavy armor swayed like flail heads and collided with their comrades or enemies.
The soldiers struggled to avoid Atilia, who stood still in the center of the battlefield, and the purple tentacles rising from her cervical spine.
M | 99
Sensing danger, Mira and Steedman tried to evacuate Ellen.
However, Ellen only glared at Atilia with blue eyes, and seemed to have no intention of stepping back.
Then Archer Cole came with jars of burning oil. Then, without asking Ellen, she threw them straight at the witch hunters.
The jar was shattered and black oil soaked the white cloak.
Ellen gathered her mind together.
The talent dormant in her veins, the magic in her body, and her innate concentration were clearly awakened.
Ellen’s gray-white wand and the fingers of her left hand completed the ceremony, and three arrows of fire rose above her head.
It was the ‘multiple choreography’ that shocked Siren Rao earlier.
Three flaming arrows hit the three witch hunters with precision, and they were instantly engulfed in flames.
Just as they did when they were hit by an arrow, the witch hunters rushed toward the defense line as if nothing had happened.
However, the flames fueled by burning oil and mana were stronger than expected. The witch hunters felt no pain, but they couldn’t help but melt their muscles and nerves.
The human-like monsters collapsed like that in vain.
Ellen didn’t even pay attention to the scene. He was preparing another spell by raising all the remaining mana.
At the level of her gaze, the air contorted and the water vapor gathered and formed droplets. The collected water droplets soon turned into pieces of ice the size of a forearm and emitted sharp light.
As soon as the spell was completed, Ellen stretched out her wand without delay.
The four frostbites flew at tremendous speed, as if they had been shot with a crossbow, and rushed at Atilia.
Atilia, who had been floating in the air in a daze, quickly turned her head.
At that moment, the void spears that had slaughtered more than a hundred soldiers in an instant wriggled like burnt tentacles. They returned to their owners, repeating contraction and relaxation.
—
I managed to block the frostbites flying into my neck and face with a protector, swinging my broken left arm, but that was the limit.
Atilia, who had a huge hole in her side and shoulder, fell to the floor. By the time she vomited blood, the Witch Hunter’s statue had expired.
“Cheuk”
Attilia had impressive tanned skin, but now her face was pale.
Atilia blinked slowly and took a deep breath. And whispered in a very low voice.
“……mom.”
Her eyes, which had lost their purple luster, regained their golden color, but even that light faded little by little.
In the aftermath of the massacre she had just committed, the surroundings were full of corpses, but the soldiers had already fled.
Thanks to that, there was a strange lull on the battlefield.
O” -— Ellen, who was about to approach Atilia, stopped in front of a trench full of corpses. Steedman hurried over to her, who staggered for a moment as if she was dizzy.
“Are you okay, Ellen?”
“O uh” —
Ellen shook her head quietly, but made no reply.
Is it because of overuse of magic? It was because I felt like I was going to vomit when I opened my mouth.
It was then.
poke prick.
The sound of horses hooves echoed in the quiet battlefield, as if cold water had been poured on them. It was a sound coming from behind the defense line.
“…uh.”
“her. what is that?”
The men who turned their heads at the sound opened their mouths slightly, regardless of whether they were Mr. Multingham or Mr. Longville. His eyes were taken by a woman riding a black horse.
Luxurious leather pants and a satin cape with a gold-trimmed vest were not appropriate for the battlefield. The same was true of her hair black as the night sky, white skin with veins, and red, thick lips.
Heila, an unparalleled beauty who suddenly appeared, drove the dark horse slowly. I chose a place where my shield leaned exquisitely on top of the piled corpses and crossed the trench.
Because of the dark horse’s misstep, the beautiful rider almost fell off the horse, but few noticed. It was because Heila was still expressionless.
In a silence unbefitting for a battlefield, a beauty unfit for a battlefield pulled the reins.
Heila dismounted very slowly, in a motion that might even sound sluggish to some. In front of her feet, Atilia was breathing shallowly.
A beautiful princess knelt down on one knee in front of a nude female warrior who was about to die. Haila opened her mouth as she looked down at her golden eyes.