The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 491

My Villains Episode 491

66. Silver Prince (46)

Immediately after the messenger of the dark realm and a piece of flesh the size of the fortress on it disappeared, Prince Ulkar urged his subordinates in a frenzy.

“We have to go to Direnz- everyone hurry up!”

Fortunately, Prince Eun’s party was fine. It was thanks to Phoenix’s bicorn that he was hiding under the corpse of the turtle dragon with other warhorses.

However, it was not the Turtle Dragon whose flesh was ripped off by the incarnation of the underworld that saved them from the vortex of fraud and the ‘breath of plague’. It was the order of Master Epos. He, who had fallen out while riding the body of a dragon with Prince Ulkar and his knights, wandered around and protected the war horses.

“Sir Phoenix? Why?”

Princess Theodora, who was about to jump off the shell, looked back at Phoenix with a puzzled face. Then, following his gaze, she turned her head and raised her eyebrows.

“You are the witch of hymns. Are you dead?”

“I think so… Please go down first. I’ll go check it out.”

W ”S’.

Theodora’s light green eyes were stained with white light. After scanning the witch’s corpse and its surroundings with the ‘eyes that reveal the truth’, she flung herself under the carapace.

Now, there were only two people left on the tortoise dragon’s carapace.

Phoenix, who narrowed his eyes, moved towards the corpse that had been stepped on from earlier, and Rannon, wearing a white mask with a mane across his forehead, followed him like a shadow.

The Witch of Hymns was left shattered into a hideous shape.

A shortsword as long as his forearm was stuck in his stomach, and a hole in one calf was covered with dried blood. Affected by the breath exhaled by the incarnation of the underworld, a bubble-like rash covers the entire body red, making it hideous.

The clothing made of waterweed and scales has become rags, and the hem of the skirt is wrapped around the tortoise dragon’s keel. Phoenix guessed that thanks to that, it seemed that he was not swept away by the vortex of fraud.

He felt a strong sense of discomfort. I don’t know why, but I feel like an idiot.

Phoenix got down on one knee and pulled out the ‘Unsword’ from the corpse. Because the hand was very careful, Rannon accepted the knife with a puzzled expression.

“It’s a bunch.”

“yes?”

“What does this look like to you?”

Rannon, who had roughly polished the blade on a dull vaccine and captured it, answered with a tilt of his head.

“You look like a witch.”

“…Tell me specifically. What kind of life is Kim Sae?”

“Uh.”

Dark eyes scanned the corpse.

“I have calluses on my joints and burnt skin, but I have never learned martial arts. He has a sorcery in his left hand… He seems to be from the Great Mountains.”

“why?”

“You’re tall, with big breasts and red hair.”

Phoenix’s face hardened at her assertion.

He realized the identity of the strange feeling he felt.

It takes a lot of mana to fool a sensitive opponent with hallucinations. However, the witch of hymn hardly felt any magic power.

In other words, it means that the figure lying on the floor is the true face of a witch.

“…Nonsense. why.”

Phoenix pressed his temple and brushed his hair. Then he knelt closer to the corpse. She took off her black scaled glove and touched the witch’s face with her trembling hand.

That moment.

“Sigh.”

Phoenix gasped in surprise and Rannon silently drew his sword. It was because the witch of hymn, whom I knew only as a poem chain, suddenly opened her eyes.

Instead of the eyeballs that were all black due to the influence of Magi, sea-green eyes waved like the summer sea. At that moist, unfocused gaze, Phoenix shook his shoulders as if he had been struck by lightning.

“Sir Phoenix!”

He motioned for Rannon to lower his sword, while opening his quivering lips to answer the voice that came from under his carapace.

“Yes, Your Highness!”

“What are you doing! We have to move immediately!”

“Wait- I’m going down now!” Phoenix grabbed a handful of my hair. While he was confused and conflicted silently, Rannon wiggled his fingers holding the knife.

“What’s wrong with Poi?”

“No that’s- you don’t know Daria, do you? Uh, it’s too long to explain…

While he was talking nonsense, the witch’s heart thumped loudly.

“Kuhuk keheu”

“This shit”

coughing and frothing with blood, Phoenix panicked and then covered the witch’s mouth. Then he closed his eyes and looked back at Rannon.

“Give me the rest of the potion.”

“A cure potion?”

“uh. hurry.”

When he stretched out his hand in a hurry, Rannon also became impatient and groped for his belt.

Phoenix, who accepted the steel-framed glass bottle, narrowed his brows.

“…Where did you buy this?”

“Theodora gave it to me. He said he got it from the council of Eisbowald.”

It was not a ‘potion to heal wounds’ made by an alchemist, but a ‘consecration’ consecrated by a high-ranking priest.

‘Is it okay?’

He bit his lip, not knowing how the holy power would work on the witch of hymn. However, after worrying for a while, as the witch’s blood bubbles soaked his hands, Phoenix pulled the stopper off the glass bottle with his front teeth.

Subsequent treatment was swift.

Phoenix was a knight of the pinnacle and a skilled blood mage, and was proficient in emergency treatment.

The blood that filled the witch’s prayer and esophagus was drained out through bloodletting, and nearly half of the covenant was poured in. Squeezing out the exhausted blood, he placed his palm on his stomach and injected blood through the affected area.

Tsutsutsu.

The wound quickly healed thanks to the effects of the covenant and the blood overflowing with vitality. However, there was not enough time and blood. Phoenix removed his hand from the line of stopping the deterioration of the injury and fed the remaining covenant.

“Uh oh.”

“Shhh.”

As the rash that covered her face subsided little by little, the witch began to scream in pain. Phoenix looked straight down at the witch while Rannon, who stood behind her, straightened the hilt with cold eyes.

“Can you recognize me?”

“Oooh.”

“It’s me Phoenix. Nod your head if you understand.”

The witch of hymn only looked up at Phoenix with blurred eyes, as if she didn’t understand the words, or if she hadn’t recovered from the plague yet.

“Daria. Daria?”

“Ah ah.”

“Listen, Daria. I have to go.”

Phoenix didn’t know if she recognized him. He wasn’t sure if his actions were right or if he was reviving a terrifying monster.

“I don’t know why you ended up like this—but you have to run away. I’ll hold my breath here and then move after we’re all gone. I understand?”

There’s only one thing he’s sure of: these beautiful green eyes are definitely Daria’s.

“I have to go. You wait for a while and run away. got it?”

Letting go of the witch’s hand, Phoenix cautiously stepped back. Instead of struggling or screaming, the witch just stared up at him, breathing heavily.

“…Sorry. I’m really sorry.”

Leaving the last words, Phoenix turned around with Rannon. As the two disappeared from sight, the Witch of Praise struggled to raise her upper body.

“Woo -Ae”, just twenty minutes ago, she covered the fields that came in a beautiful voice.

“Ahhhhhh-”

The witch, unable to straighten her upper body until the very end, burst into tears and dragged herself like a creeper. When she finally reached the edge of the carapace, a group of men were much smaller than fingernails in the water-blurred vision.

When the Witch of Praise first appeared, Prince Ulkar left only a few people by his side and let the rest leave the battlefield.

The 60 or so withdrew returned to the riverside town of Direnz under the command of Liam Summersong, the fourth knight of the Silver Prince.

As soon as he entered the village, he sent two messengers to Eisbowald and Proshafen, and gave orders to the people of Direnz.

“Everyone prepare to evacuate! If the number falls, you can move immediately

!” While the villagers were busy moving as if their feet were on fire, the cavalrymen adjusted their posture and looked at the northwest battlefield.

Following the advice of Ariad the ‘Viper’, Liam had the wizards reinforce the shallow fence around the village. The battle wizards who had been serving under Prince Ulkar for a long time were familiar with building a camp, and among them, Madaz, the master of the Lao family, could be said to be an expert level.

“Pydde jernwalt.” The pre-arranged iron orbs swelled in the ‘Construction’ spell completed by the monocle-wearing master. It wasn’t even subjected to high heat, but the molten mass of metal slithered like slime, covering the wooden fence and the mud barriers the other wizards had erected.

“Where are the vigilantes! Soldiers, arm yourself and gather here!”

The ‘red dragon’ Ruyan shouted and gathered men who could carry weapons, and Master Lymond and his disciples took a position near a small wooden bridge.

Meanwhile, Heila looked to the northwest. The battlefield in the distance was dark, as if there were only dark clouds covering it.

She pulled the reins and turned around. Eleven soldiers entrusted by his fiancé, as well as Argos and Hareskis, were also looking at Heila.

“The song seems to have stopped.”

“ Q “ Heh.

When Heyla got off the ‘Eultonise’, the chief Golman quickly took over the reins and added his words.

“Shouldn’t we send out a few scouts to check on the situation?”

“no. wait.”

“Is it okay, miss?”

Heila passed the boy with calf-like concerned eyes without saying a word.

Heavy swordsman Umberta, who quickly caught up behind her, spread a blanket over the large oak canteen. Heila winked her thanks and sat down on the canteen.

“Are you going to keep holding it?”

“O” Heh.

What Umberta was referring to was the large backpack in Heila’s arms. It is a high-end product with a wooden base and a thick leather covering.

Most of the friendly soldiers, including Umberta, knew that what was in the backpack were eggs covered in white scales. I also knew that the egg was the product of a knife that was once called ‘Hrunting’ transformed into an incomprehensible thing.

However, no one knew why Heila was so fond of Al, who was Hrunting.

“Tsk, I don’t think this is the time to sit around like this. What are you thinking?”

When the ponytail Fritz complained, the heavy soldier Dervish sighed.

“Why are you itchy? Did you even see something like that?”

She pointed to the entire field across the far horizon. Several times I heard an unknown roar, but now something resembling a water dragon was connecting the sky and the earth.

“at all. you? What did you just see that scared

you? A year that is not worth it.”

“One bite at the price. If your ass is shaking, go alone. Go after the busy man, ask him what he should do, and come. Like a cute puppy.”

“What a boar-looking bitch-”

Fritz growled at Dervish, then spit out when he noticed Heila staring at him.

“…If we don’t want to move right away, we’re going to call for support. Hatanka-san, Ellen-sama, or even other knights.”

“There is no need for that.”

“yes? I don’t need it. What is that?”

Before Heila could answer, Steedman cursed at Fritz, whose face was distorted.

“This bastard is the same as never before or now. Aren’t you polite to talk to the lady?”

“What is Gongson Ha? What would a dick-like head say?”

“…this fucking bastard is real.”

Steedman, red-faced, was about to shout something when Heila raised her hand.

“stop.”

A small whisper followed.

“From now on, no one will open their mouth. Until I allow it.”

At her declaration, Phoenix’s own soldiers all glared at Fritz. However, the ponytailed beast silently said, ‘What a fool,’ and blinked his eyes.

By the time the battle wizards’ camp construction was completed, Luyan’s urgent recruitment had yielded some results, and the mouths of Phoenix’s own soldiers were itching.

Wow.

Black smoke billowed above the village.