The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 419

My Villains Episode 419

64. Fog (6)

All you can see from the watchtower are fireworks dancing in groups in the misty fog. Death is in full bloom among the flames. You can tell without looking.

Angry shouts and terrible screams. A screeching voice. The sound of torn fabric.

burnt and oily. A fishy smell carried by the damp wind.

Those terrible things gradually spread around the preface. The allies seized the victory.

“Sir Phoenix!”

Turning around, Sir Benlow, a Knight of the Milgrester family, was shouting from the top of the castle wall. Among the fog and confusion, I managed to find me.

“The entire city wall has been occupied!”

Progress is faster than expected. It was thanks to the rampage of the Nudein warriors, led by Atalante.

Instead of answering, he waved his hand once and threw himself under the watchtower. If you stand here holding your form, you will only be watching until the battle is over.

“Oops!”

“What is it—”

The soldiers who had just entered the city were frightened at the human figure that had fallen through the fog. Some of the dogs recognized me and were even more frightened.

I passed them and headed towards the front of the allied line. I even considered looking for the troops I had temporarily taken under my command, the soldiers led by the four sergeants including Gottrop, but I shook my head. He didn’t have the confidence to find anyone on this chaotic battlefield, and it seemed to him that it would be better to catch and kill enemy officers and wizards than waste time trying to find them.

We passed a square full of corpses of conscripts and came to a crossroads paved with flagstones. A

gust of

wind blew with a sound like blowing a horn. The momentum was so powerful that the fog over Eisbobalt was about to retreat, scattering water droplets.

“Whoa!”

Now that I see it, what I mistook for a horn was the sound of an old man breathing out. Oghschlizo, the ‘Mage of Antrum’, with a long white beard, was standing tall on the collapsed gatehouse, blowing a tremendous gale.

I turned my back to the wind and looked around the city. It’s an open view that you can face in a few days. Ogshlijo drove the fog around.

“…this is real.”

I knew from the beginning that magic was a skill that destroyed common sense, and Ogshley Joe himself boasted that he could dissipate even this fog. Even so, witnessing the miracle of changing the weather with your own eyes makes you feel dumbfounded.

“KAvilos!”

“Kavilos! Kavilos!”

Everyone was surprised, but the Nudane tribe were busy shouting loudly and attacking the enemies. Raises the blood-stained metal aloft and shouts, ‘Kill! Kill!’ The way they talk about things like that is like a bunch of fanatics.

Still clad in white, purple, and black brilliance, Atalanta flew over the heads of her warriors and encouraged them. She had been promised half of the Angst region by Prince Ulcar, but she was struggling with all her might to prevent any confusion after the victory. It seemed that he was aiming for the next rank, if not the first contributor in this war.

Perhaps that’s why, when the Earlshore strongmen led by Sir Langbolt set foot in the city, Atalanta urged the warriors harder.

In the first place, Eisbowald’s defenders were concentrated on the walls. Most of the people inside the city were ordinary citizens, and the only organized resistance was a hundred or so vigilantes.

Eisbowald’s vigilantes hid themselves in buildings or alleys along the boulevard and threw arrows and spear nets at them. But that’s for a while. When Mage Ogshlizo removed the fog, most of them were killed by the Nudein warriors who attacked with lights on in their eyes.

Atalanta and her warriors made a surprise advance to the mayor’s residence, the center of the city.

An unmanned soldier who was not sure if he was an imperial knight or a swordsman, guarding the residence with a small number of soldiers.

The official residence was a large four-story mansion with a C-shape. The enemies made a temporary beam (B) by stacking furniture on the roof. The fence surrounding the garden was set on fire, archers were placed at every window, and heavily armed warriors stood in front of the mansion’s entrance.

It looked solid at first glance, but it didn’t seem like it could withstand the attacks of hundreds of powerful Arcanists and warriors.

“Surrender!”

Atalanta shuddered with her six tentacles and flashed her third eye. One of the warriors standing in front of the entrance stepped forward. It was a suit of well-tanned yellow leather armor with plate gold breastplates.

“Get out of here, you filthy nude whore!”

As soon as the shouting was over, a javelin cut through the air leaving a shadow. Atalanta shrugged her shoulders to dodge the spear and distorted her face.

“Undum kAvilos!”

At her command, nude warriors knocked over the burning fence and stormed the residence.

Atalanta wasn’t standing still either. The purple tentacles, or the Void Spears, stretched out nearly fifty meters and shook the mansion. Soldiers hiding under roofs or windows and shooting arrows were pierced or pushed back and fell.

Then an unexpected scene unfolded. The warriors guarding the front door wore iron headgear engraved with feathers and floated into the air!

“What is that?”

Standing in the plaza in front of the official residence half-voluntarily excluded from the battle, I opened my mouth wide as I saw the five warriors flying toward Atalante as if they had wings.

“Lu mawzirabun-”

Atalanta muttered something and brandished six purple spears and one white spear. A total of seven spears were shot at the masters like arrows, starting with the ‘white thorns’ that were entangled in the twisting wind.

“Long live the Emperor!”

“Rider of the Sun!”

Shouting slogans like cheers, the swordsmen wielded exotic curved swords and double-edged axes. While the feet were floating in the air, the posture of unfolding them was quite plausible. In a situation like that, it seems that he has learned a martial art that can be used while flying.

“Kkoaaaaagh!”

When four purple spears were cut off by the weapons wielded by the warriors, Atalanta screamed as if all limbs had been cut off at once. The young man who flew into the lead hit the ‘white thorn’ with a wide bladed curved sword and used the recoil to aim at Atalanta’s neck.

The two remaining Void Spears rushed in, targeting the neck and chest. Just when it seemed inevitable, a gloomy light suddenly burst from the other side of the palace.

..人 O – 0 .

With a strange sound, the translucent armor wrapped around the young man’s body. The ‘Spiritual Armor’, a type of necromancy, wriggled and received the spear of emptiness. The young man finally brandished his sword.

Kigagak/

“Off-”

Atalanta instinctively lifted the steel guard that covered her left shoulder and arm. The young man’s broad sword broke the steel scales and dug more than half below the elbow. Atalanta hurriedly raised her arcane power to protect her arm.

“Die, whore.”

The young man punched her chin with his fist < Gak! I was beaten. And pushed the sword. The protective shield created by arcane power and the tip of the sword, which slid along the cross section of the cut bone, pierced Atalanta's stomach. “Atalante-!” I screamed and ran forward at the same time. He snatched a spear from a soldier and threw it away. The spear, thrown with all its might, flew at a speed close to the speed of sound and hit the young man. Resurrection - With a strange sound, the spirit body armor was scattered. “How-” Whether or not the young man widened his eyes, I kicked off the garden tree of the official residence and jumped up. It was full of black smoke from the fire burning in all directions. I broke through the black smoke and flew up, saying 'Ael Lo' and memorizing the starting language. pop! With the sound of the air exploding, he found me crashing down from below, and he quickly retrieved the sword stuck in Atalanta's stomach. Then, as if lying down, he bent his back in the air. Whoo! An ice sword as long as a pole made a ferocious punch. The young man who had narrowly escaped the swordsman looked at me with surprised eyes. “Enemy knight... I swung my left hand while his eyes flashed with benevolence. The blood lines sprouting from the four fingertips of his left hand split the air. After confirming that the young man was being entangled in bloody whips, I fell and twisted my back. Then, with a big swing of his left hand, he threw him to the ground. “Heuk!” He was pinned to the ground and bounced more than a meter high. He sucked the whip of blood into his finger. The young man who was rolling on the ground was sucked in by his left hand. " name." “Cheer cahe.” In the aftermath of the fall, his legs were bent arbitrarily. He just kept coughing. I hit him on the nose with the hand holding the sword. “ぅ!” “Your name is a bastard.” “Tantyl Tantilos.” It's a name I've heard. He was a genius swordsman of the 'Sell-Seed style' and the youngest sword master in the history of the empire. He plunged the knife under his uvula . He fixed his chin with a crosshair and hit his face with the back of his left hand. My head, confused as to whether it had been cut or torn, rolled across the mayor's office. “Meister!” “This killer-!” The dobusu, who were still flying in the air, attacked like a bird hawk. It attacked on the spot and cut down three of them, and the remaining one fled south. “Atalante!” As she staggered down, she was already surrounded by Hareskis. The sacred guards pour healing potions into the wounds while stopping the bleeding on their unconscious masters. “Iope—no, send it to the priests of Earl Ines! hurry!" “But Hunapi's pagan ?” Only then did the sluggish soldiers pick up Atalanta and run westward. “Napidot Napidot onduy...... “Ashkuria. Oishian aducova.” The Nu Dane warriors who witnessed the fall of Atalanta began to mumble in boiling voices. “Oishian!” “Oishian aducova!” “Untibie kavilos! Undum~!” Ominous and ferocious shouts were contagious in all directions. Covered in ash and blood in the flames and smoke, nude warriors became demons and began to rampage.