The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 334

My Villains Chapter 334

58. Reunion (3)

“Whoa.”

I let out a hot breath and raised my blood pressure again.

The blood seeping through the scaled gloves wrapped around the longsword, and the cold air emitted from the black blade froze the bloody sword.

Awesome –

A dark red ice sword that sprouted well over 2 meters long.

Was it because of the eerie anticipation or the cold air emitted by the black ice? It feels so cool that even I who hold the handle is reluctant.

“Keep your distance!”

“Maggot-like knights! Kill them all!”

The mercenaries were chattering in Gellan on all sides.

As if wielding a pole, I cut a large ice knife at them. Because the blade was so long, just moving the handle moderately accelerated the blade tremendously, leaving a dark red afterimage.

Sseoguk –

He split three pairs of horses with a person wearing chain mail. It was almost unbelievable how light the taste was, like cutting an onion or sausage.

Of the three mercenaries hit by the ice knife, two died as they were, but one unlucky one had his waist cut in half and was still alive after falling off his horse. The mercenary, with his face sunk in the

mud,

groped the contents pouring down his side with his trembling fingertips.

Krung-

Bicorn growled as if mocking him, then crushed the red mass with his hooves.

“You shouldn’t be kidding.”

As he muttered, he tapped the side of the bicorn with his heel. The guy ran forward in one breath.

“Damn it, lift up the window!”

“Raise the window!”

The bloody mane mercenary troopers gritted their teeth and thrust their spears.

Kheung-!

Vicorn snorted and shook his head. A pair of spirals removed fifteen spears at once.

“What is this-”

It was my job to get the surprised mercenaries off their horses.

Mounted on a horse, he bent down as if dealing with foot soldiers, and while enjoying the superior height of his bicorn, which grew like a grain of wheat, he decapitated the cavalrymen.

“Aim for that monster first!”

“Kill the horse first!”

Among the shouting mercenaries, those with javelins or crossbows stepped out.

Most of them aimed at the bicorn as the majority opinion, but some arrows were directed at me, the rider, as if some were greedy.

“It’s okay.”

I tugged at the reins, and the bicorn, surprisingly aware of my meaning, jumped in place and spun furiously.

Its leather itself was as tough as that of an elephant or hippo, so he didn’t even need barding. As if to prove this, the spinning bicorn bounced off javelins and crossbows.

The arrows that aimed at me also ricocheted off to the point of scratching or knocking on the plate armor.

Kreung.

The bicorn, which was stepping lightly, pushed its butt into the enemies and slapped its back foot.

Boom!

His hooves pounded the two horses like a sledgehammer. One had broken ribs and vomited blood, and the other had his neck broken even though he was wearing barding.

Subsequently, the bicorn crouched down and turned around as if it was my turn, and I burst out laughing and swung the black ice.

As they shattered the ranks and added vivid colors to the dark red ice sword, a blind javelin flew in from somewhere.

puck.

hee hee!

Whether it was an unlucky hit, or whether it was actually a skilled soldier’s skill rather than a blind javelin, the spear blade was deeply embedded in the bicorn’s buttock.

I quickly turned around and pulled out the javelin.

Kreung hee hee-

“Stay still.”

When the wound was wide open on the blade of the spear being pulled out, he dropped a bottle of bloody shit or something, but I ignored it and plugged the wound with my left hand.

Tsutsutsutsu _

The blood drawn by the blood spurted through the palms and the Death King’s scaled handcuffs. Vi-Con’s body gobbled up the blood full of vitality.

Whoops.

When the wound healed somewhat, the bicorn bared its fangs and lunged into the midst of the foe clustered to one side.

“Oops!”

“come!”

The cavalrymen scattered in fright as the 30 cm taller than a good-breed warhorse rushed at it with a bloody energy. The bicorn dug in between them and pounced on the mercenary who was just taking out a javelin from the saddle.

“This rotten”

bastard threw down the javelin and yanked the reins hastily.

The bicorn caught up with the fleeing mercenary and bit the horse’s butt. Bicon, who had inflated his neck muscles, threw away the struggling horse like a sack of rice.

“Keuuu-”

The mercenary threw himself off the stumbling horse and rolled across the bloodstained snow. He ran as if trying to hide himself among the troopers. But the bicorn pursued him relentlessly, finally driving his horn into the back.

As the bicorns rampaged for vengeance, just slicing through the enemies they encountered disintegrated another group of cavalrymen.

“……Hmm.”

I inhaled deep into my lungs, feeling languid and refreshed as if I had dipped my body in a hot bath.

I feel like I’m feeling a little better.

“-kyung! Sir Phoenix!”

I turned around and saw a cavalry officer named ‘Seto’ screaming in my direction.

“Please come back! We will break through to the right!”

That’s right, I didn’t come alone.

While they ran amok with the bicorn, the war situation was going fast.

The Golden Age knights who charged with me and the knights gathered from all over Antrum were pushing the enemy like a pack of wolves attacking a flock of sheep.

As the mercenaries, half of which were light cavalry, they were all heavy cavalry and had no ability to deal with the human weapons, the knights.

The servants who had followed to assist the knights and the cavalrymen of the Ariaga family were escorting the wizards a bit behind.

Due to pouring most of their mana right before entering the enemy camp, the current battle magicians were only escort targets with poor horsemanship.

“Set set! Prepare to break through!”

Seto was originally a soldier of the Aryan family, but was recognized for his ability by the Marquis of Eabon and became a cavalry officer.

“Get it fixed! Cavalrymen, give horses to knights who have lost or are injured!”

As a nude, he strode through the battlefield, showing off his excellent riding skills. While directing the escort of the wizards, it was to calm down the rampaging knights.

“Jacobson Himis!”

When Seto pointed to one side, Ariaga’s two horsemen grabbed the reins of their remaining horses and ran out. The bronze-skinned cavalry officer surveyed the battlefield, confirming that the knight, who had been struggling for words, returned safely.

While I tightened my reins and joined the knights, I followed Seto’s gaze and averted my eyes.

Following the spell baptism of the magicians, the knights, including myself, charged, and the bloody mane mercenaries suffered a significant blow. In that short moment, the number of people who died was estimated at over 300, so it was no small damage.

However, it was never a decisive blow enough to drive out the enemies.

The number of bloody mane mercenaries reached thousands. I couldn’t count it properly because it was in the midst of a melee, but

“-about two thousand two hundred.”

Cavalry officer Seto hurriedly continued.

“About seven hundred of them will try to hold on to us. The rest will split into two and attack the main unit.”

…If jjambab is piled up, will the angle come out just by looking at it?

It seemed that he knew why Seto, a nude, had risen in the army of a prestigious aristocratic family.

Looking at the battlefield again, the enemies were divided into three groups. One mass was encircling us and the other two were preparing to charge the main force in the encampment.

Without time to judge the situation, Seto raised his voice and came up with an answer.

“Activation! Break through the encirclement and hit the enemy on the right!”

It was an order with honorifics omitted, but the knights rode their horses in the direction Seto pointed without words.

“good. let’s go!”

“Lord, watch over us!”

“Death to the enemy! Glory to me!”

The knights let out a cheer. Their attitude was that they would just fight, leaving complicated things like tactics and war situation to that nude officer.

“…under.”

Well, I didn’t have any complaints either.

The knights, led by Phoenix, broke through the encirclement at once and attacked the right wing of the enemy.

Kavas, a young 16-year-old poacher who watched the scene, made a fuss with his mouth wide open.

“Whoa, that, that!”

Kwah-

As the horses and people flew in droves from afar with a roaring sound, Cabas and his friends, as well as most of the mercenaries in the room, groaned.

“……crazy.”

“Hey, how bloody.”

The veteran conjurer, who had been walking around with soot painted on his face, shouted with a frown on his face.

“You idiots, don’t be stunned, move! The enemy is coming!”

The mercenaries shrugged their shoulders and shrugged their hands at the shouts of the veteran soldier, who seldom raised his voice.

Phoenix’s men overturned the cart and set fire to it.

Because they didn’t have enough materials, they couldn’t prepare a giant spear in advance, but they had several ‘special’ powers, so it wasn’t a big problem.

“The power of the Lord is with you; do not back down! Do not hesitate, the Lord will reveal the enemy’s weakness!”

Monk Okan raised his gray beard and prayed with his distinctive booming voice. He laid hands on each of the mercenaries and blessed them.

When Okan’s hand touched his head, white light exploded and strength surged from his limbs, and the morale of the mercenaries naturally rose.

“Everyone stay focused and stay in place somehow. Once you start backing down against the cavalry, you will collapse without end.” The Cathedral Knight, Kabar, led the battle with two auxiliary soldiers and holding two axes.

The silver ax that had been consecrated by the saint was a weapon used to defeat the undead and demons. However, the heavy blade of the ax was not enough to split a person’s head.

“You are a knight of the cathedral, would it be all right if you take part in worldly battles?”

Perhaps thanks to Okan’s laying on of hands, Kabar burst into laughter at the question of Gidon, a crossbowman with a fuller expression.

“If it was from this side, he would have hesitated. But should I just sit and watch as the enemy attacks me and my comrades?”

“That is true.”

“Moreover, they are nothing more than a group of thieves. There is no reason to hesitate.”

The appearance of a middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed beard and spouting murder was very heterogeneous. Gidon nodded his head, saying, ‘You’re right,’ because he looked like a cathedral knight.

Unlike the clergy of the Church of El Ganore, Princess Theodora and the twelve holy knights were arguing but unable to come to a conclusion.

Some argued that they should not intervene without revealing their identities, while others insisted that they intervene but only provide relief without using weapons.

No one insisted on fighting the enemy.

There was also a principle that they should not intervene in worldly affairs, and the Calandari Order to which they belonged was unwise to fight against the mercenaries with the Elector Counts behind them, who were rooted in the Mittergerant Empire.

After thinking for a while, Theodora chose to intervene without weapons. Opposition was defeated by asserting his authority as the ‘anointed one’.

He relayed this news to Utequai and Heila, but contrary to Theodora’s expectations, the two reacted very uneasily.

“Aren’t you warriors? A warrior helps without a weapon?”

“Paladins are warriors and shepherds at the same time. Even if you leave out the knowledge as a warrior, it will be helpful enough.”

“joy. I don’t need half a helping hand.”

“what?”

Embarrassed by Utequai’s words, Theodora glanced back at Heila, but her reaction was not much different.

“If you really want to help, don’t step out and make a promise.”

Heila, clad in iron-blooded armor, kept an eye on the approaching enemy cavalry.

“Did you make a promise?”

“Yeah…. I hope you don’t make a fuss about heresy after seeing Blood Sculpture.”

“…You sound obvious. Isn’t bloodletting a technique officially recognized by the Order of Norik as having no denial?”

“that’s right. But there are people who often forget that.”

Theodora suddenly raised her head at the ominous sign, and then shuddered.

Tsutsutsu.

It was because the blood shed by the mercenaries and their horses that were soaking in the middle of the hill in the distance was forming a large stem.

The blood stream created in this way flowed down the long street and gathered at the feet covered with red scales.

“Can you promise me?”

The puddle of blood flowed backwards and covered the dagger Heila held out. The viscous blood that passed through the dagger gushed over her head and fluttered like a ghost’s cloak.

“…promise yes, I promise.”

“thank you.”

Unaware of Heila’s treatment of her, Theodora silently backed off.