Chapter 282

Chapter 282

The atmosphere tears apart. From high up in the sky, the wind is split, and a thunderous roar descends towards the ground like the sound of gunfire.

The number isn’t large. At most, it barely reaches three hundred. The silhouettes dropping from above are unlikely to make a significant impact on the battlefield.

However, there is something to be said about momentum. It’s the fear that infantry inevitably feel when facing a cavalry charge. Each one falling from the sky is a knight who could be classified as elite.

The downward-facing cavalry spears glow red under the evening light. They are now close enough for the demon army on the ground to see them clearly as they fall.

“Forever Glory of Tylesse!!”

It’s a shout that borders on a scream. Just before the shout can even be heard, already—

-KWA-AAAAAAANG—!!!

The first collision occurs. Like a meteorite crashing down, it obliterates all objects and demons around it, literally grinding them to dust.

And such collisions were happening simultaneously across the battlefield under the shadow of the sky battleship.

-KWA-AAAAAAANG—!! KWA-AANG—!!

Each one carries a shockwave akin to a meteor impact. These astounding cavalry fighters twisted their bodies, striking their targets with all their might just before impact.

Demons brushed by the spear tips turned into pulp, and those standing near the impact area lost limbs or were flung away to their deaths.

-KWA-AANG—!!

Amidst the bloodstorm, a knight rises from a modest crater. Clad in full armor with a surcoat, the knight shakes his head vigorously, then grabs his helmet with trembling hands and throws it away fiercely.

“Ptooey!!”

After spitting blood onto the ground, he looks around. His vision, still shaking from the impact, sees nothing but demons, yet he senses the presence of his comrades.

“Fortunately, there are no fatalities!”

He cheerfully exclaims and then decapitates a nearby demon who stood dazed. Lifting the standard that still maintained its form despite the intense drop.

“Eastern Knights—!! Assemble!!”

“Gather!!”

Shouts echoed from all directions. The knights who hadn’t regained their senses from the impact began to regroup instinctively through their long training. Shouting the gathering signal, they pulled their still-staggering comrades forcibly.

Paladins can fill roles similar to heavy infantry. In other words, those wielding spears can form a kind of shield wall and move together. Especially a superhuman shield wall.

-KWA-ZIK! WOOD-DEUK!

Superhumans move in a turtle-like formation. In earthly battlefields, knights are often compared to ‘armored vehicles’. They were called the tanks of the medieval era. Considering their overwhelming breakthrough capacity and defensive power, it’s quite an apt comparison.

In a world where mana exists, it’s no longer just a metaphor. They can perform exactly the same functions. The knights advanced, literally smashing through everything blocking their path.

Until they squeaked in-between the shield wall of the Krasilov 2nd Legion, demons did not dare obstruct them.

The young man leading them thrusts the standard into the ground and bows his head in military etiquette.

“Oscar de Etarique, commander of Tylesse’s expeditionary force, meets the lord of Krasilov.”

“Thank you for coming, Oscar, or rather... Lord Protector. Is King Tylesse unharmed?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Thanks to you.”

As Elizaveta smiled in response, Oscar quickly surveyed his surroundings.

“If it were a better place, there would be an appropriate time to pay my respects, but for now, I must prioritize attending to Your Majesty.”

“Is this all your force?”

“The supporting units have not yet arrived. Due to the urgency, we had to land as soon as possible.”

“I see.”

Elizaveta’s expression darkened slightly. A few hundred knights. They were indeed powerful forces, but not enough to turn the tide of battle.

Given the current encirclement state, it could only be seen as arriving to perish together. Had they detected this before landing, she would have ordered them to retreat to the rear defensive line.

Rather than accompany the survivors here for a mutual demise, they would have had better use.

However, there was no look in Oscar’s eyes that suggested surrender. Elizaveta collected her thoughts briefly and asked.

“What is the plan?”

“The sky battleship of Kalion is about to commence bombardment. The direction of fire will be west, the direction of the setting sun, and we will open the way with our charge alongside the bombardment.”

With her one remaining arm, she unsheathed her sword and declared fiercely.

“So I brought a spellcaster! I’m the heir to the one you fear most, so look forward to it!! Elphi!!”

-Yes, Lord Cohenulf!!

A voice amplified by the spell burst forth from the sky battleship. As Elpheira intertwined her fingers, the entire battleship began to glow a bright blue.

The hum of the flowing mana was vividly felt. The floating of the battleship essentially showcased the essence of mana engineering, based on a powerful mana core. It was an ancient elven legacy that can no longer be restored.

Once, a race that had created their own gods solely with mana, they were the products of that lineage. Mana streaming out from the ship flowed toward Elpheira’s fingertips.

-KWA-ZIK, KWA-ZIK, KWA-JIJIJIJIK—!!

Elpheira is the daughter of Veolgrin. In terms of mana optimization, she was evaluated to rival the same Veolgrin of her time and was regarded as a genius in Kalion among the gathering magical prodigies.

Since the moment she operated the warship of the Swordsmanship Faction, she’d been preparing for now. The power to stand against the Seven Dragon Lords.

Isabelle split the heavens, right?

Elpheira grinned mischeviously, channeling great mana with the intent of igniting her nerves, extending her arms skyward—

“Elpheira’s—!!”

From her eyes surged a radiant blue mana. Static electricity crackled, and her hair stood on end. Like aiming a gun, she pointed her fingertips directly at Nekinon.

The immense mana exuded by the power source of the sky battleship shaped a spell through her fingers.

One hand was raised to the sky, invoking the heavens.

The other hand lowered toward the ground, refining her target.

“Descending Thunder—”

Veolgrin ascended the heavens (踏天). Reading the will of the sky, questioning the heavens, responding to the heavens, he ascended to the skies. The greatest astrologer in history tore and shook the heavens that defied celestial will.

Now in this moment. The daughter of the astrologer weaves a power denied by her, responding to her father with her talent.

The sky that her father shook and split, now gazing upon the era of mankind without gods and the sky of man, reading the celestial will from the nature devoid of will and intent.

Thus, it is not about ascending to the heavens.

It is about descending from the heavens. In other words,

“Thousand Thunder—!!”

It is divine punishment.

A thousand lightning bolts intertwine and descend as a white pillar. Under the clear evening sky, where the sky torn by the bombardment of the sky battleship lies beneath, lightning appears from the cloudless expanse and shatters the atmosphere.

-ZZZ-THOOOOOOOM—!!

It disassembled Nekinon’s spell in its entirety.

-KWA-KEKEKEKEKEKEG—!!

As Nekinon was struck directly and staggered backward, Edelplatt’s longsword, having fallen straight down, smoothly passed over him. It traced a long crack from his head down to his torso.

Landing lightly on the ground, Edel smiled up at the giant.

“Go on, my queen. I shall bind his feet.”

Having done this once, how hard could it be?

Elizaveta, with a serious face, nodded towards Edel and turned back. Leading the knights of Tylesse, they rushed towards the underground passage swarming with goblins.

-...!!!!

Behind them, the frantic call of the god and gunfire, the bolts of lightning igniting the extreme light, and the screams of the swept-away demons echoed.

Yet, they did not stop their steps, aiming straight for the rear defensive line constructed by the 2nd Legion’s artillery.

Toward the battlefield where the full strength of the United Kingdom could be manifested at maximum firepower.

Two days had passed since the engagement. It was an exceeding achievement of the strategic objective.

Two-thirds of the mobilized forces were lost in this operation. However, Elizaveta did not mourn for those who had departed first.

Instead, she had been preparing the next strategy solely for vengeance, and now it was time to reap the fruits of that labor.

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