Chapter 152

Chapter 152

Haa- Haa

Oscar was panting, leaning over with an axe wound on his shoulder. More than half of his shield and sword were already cut off, making his form barely recognizable.

Beside him, Isabelle lay on the ground, bleeding, her sword inverted, breath labored. Blood adorned her face, marked by a long gash from a narrowly evaded spear.

Is everyone okay? Healing, healing

Save your strength. Not yet.

Eugene raised his trembling arm and then lowered it again. Elpheira lowered her arm, channeling magic.

In front of them, Ecdysis stood holding two maces, asking while standing.

I may be foolish, but does anyone have a plan?

I dont.

Me neither.

They killed the Red Baron. Lets say this is the best result so far. Gerard de La Monde was an entry knight of the Eastern Knights, after all.

Even among the Eastern Knights, known as the most powerful knights in the country, they were a small group of elites. Its quite an achievement to defeat such a person at the level of a college student.

But this situation cannot be resolved with just his life.

What do we do now?

Theres a change of plans. Im sorry, everyone.

How is it changing?

To fight our best and die.

Oscar stepped forward, clutching the broken sword tightly. The soldiers and knights were watching him in silence.

The duel ended with the death of the commander, but they had the leisure. The siege of Royal Palace was already proceeding as planned, so this was just a little amusement.

Already exhausted enemies, even among hundreds or thousands of soldiers. Even the identity of the enemy is said to be a commander of resistance.

Just capturing prisoners alone would have a tremendous impact on the pre- and post-war diplomacy. The knights eyes were filled with greed. So why force yourself to take such fragile treasure.

If they were brought back alive, they would receive tremendous rewards from the Duke of tienne, no, from King Granmarteau himself.

My name, my lineage, the name of my country and lord, I wager them all.

Oscar glanced at the weary knights with tired eyes, sweeping his hair back and tying it firmly.

Today, in this place, I wager my life I swear on my remaining honor.

The knights fell into silence. It was such a famous tale. It was said to be a reenactment of the saga of the hero when Jill Ber faced thousands of Taurs alone.

From now on, a hundred will surely perish.

Theres no resolution. Just a calm statement. Legend has it that Jill Ber boldly declared it back then, but theres no such audacity here.

Only the calm admonition of a man prepared for death remains.

-clang-

The shattered sword drags across the ground, etching a long scar upon the earth, marking the site of their final resting place, the hallowed ground known as Saint Mathilde.

Standing straight behind it, Oscar grips the broken sword and takes his stance.

Then Ill take one hundred and fifty.

Ill take two hundred.

Ill humbly settle for seventy.

No, we should at least have some competitive bidding. Whats that about.

Its honest, thats what it is.

The companions stood by Oscars side. They all held their weapons with weary faces. In their midst, Oscar glanced around as if momentarily bewildered, then chuckled.

Lets roughly tally it up and aim for a thousand.

Sounds good. Its like a joint funeral. Quite grand.

If its going to be a joint funeral, Id prefer to do it with my uncle.

Im shocked right now. Do they still bury people in Drovian? Poor Yermov.

Perhaps only death can part those two? Isnt that common sense?

In our country, death is postponed for about a thousand years. Humans live short lives, you know.

Amidst the companions chatter, Oscar chuckled and shook his head. Despite their feeble attempt to maintain a serious atmosphere, it was fading away.

But its not bad. People who dont lose their laughter in the face of despair are more suited to hopeful appearances.

Finally.

Kim Sunwoo murmured softly. Ivan nodded. Even if he couldnt return home, what would be the problem? His homeland

-Whooing

At that moment, a familiar sound reached his ears.

Reaper Corps?

Ivan muttered unconsciously.

*

-Whooing

-Flurikwhooing

A noise more intense than fireworks shooting up, but even more intense, filled the sky. tienne, holding the sword, the nobles of the command, even the ordinary soldiers, suddenly looked up at the sky.

Traces of black streaks were flying from a corner of the sky. Initially appearing as small dots, they gradually grew larger.

When they reached a certain altitude, the black dots suddenly became engulfed in flames and fire. tienne shouted without realizing it.

Its bombardment!!

Bombardment? Wh-where from? Who?

Kalion? Has an aerial battleship appeared?

No, you bastards! This is!!

-Boooom

From the north, far away, the sound of bugles was heard.

Simultaneously, shells struck the soldiers forcefully. Clang, clang. Screams erupted from all directions along with the sound of artillery pounding into the ground.

-Whooing

The bugle sound continued. Thump, thump, thump. The ground trembled. The eyes of terrified soldiers turned toward the surrounding slopes to the north.

At the end, a small piece of heaven rose.

Flapping in the fierce wind, the sentences of the fire bear and the lily.

Gradually, more and more, filling the entire hillside, forming a massive barrier.

The wind blows.

-Even in the winter wind, we raise our banners.

-My comrades.

-Our homeland, our homes, and even our songs stood firm.

-My comrades.

-If winter comes again.

-My comrades.

Raise the banners again. Our motherland will be with us.

Ivan murmured softly.

-My comrades.

A familiar military song was heard.

Krasilov!!

Count tienne let out a low cry. At the highest point of the hill, a woman on a white horse was looking down at them.

Now, at noon, under the midday sun, holding a sword in hand.

As if casting a amplification spell, her voice pierced through the streets into everyones ears.

The most outstanding men among you!!

From the far north, winter approaches.

Explain why the name of the United Kingdom is United!!

Krasilov has arrived.

Note:

When we return to St. Mathilde, our name will become that of invaders. (Pavel)

Andy they really back to Invade lol

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