Chapter 17: Crisis, Opportunity, Crisis (8)
Chik- tak
Chik- tak
Unlike my broken right leg, my left leg was working fine, so I was able to move my body to some extent by relying on the spear and the splint.
[Warning- Mutation Blood infection rate 40%]
Cough!
My body shuddered at the strange pain penetrating through my wounds.
This is bad.
The cell prototype of the Mutation Blood, the infectious agent, has 2 traits: infection and regenerative.
In accordance with the will of the queen, on a cell-by-cell basis, as soon as it enters the body of the host, it starts to erode the point of contact and control the body. At this time, since the eroded part is recognized as self-body, it starts to repair the damaged part by exerting its own regenerative power.
Conversely, it means that the wounded areas have begun to heal, and it can be said that that area is out of control.
No, not legs it is around my waist.
It was an unusual sensation. I went from feeling like a swarm of ants was eating at my wounds to feeling like a sword was skinning me alive to being tickled.
It was so painful that I wanted to leave the wound with my hand, but I was still happy.
Well, as the wound healed, it is much easier to move now.
As I moved away from the battle area of Charlotte and that monster, I thought constantly, is there a way I can contribute to what I cannot even see? I tried to keep my body moving and check every warning information I would get from the Mental Weakness. I thought I would fall down if I stopped.
There is nothing I can do by intervening in that battle. How to lead the battle to our advantage? Make use of the strengths of allies and take advantage of the enemys weaknesses. And surely it has to be, but it is hazy.
I raised my head, which was continually down while walking. In the distance, troops were battling mutes. And when I was pushed out and was losing consciousness, My point of view was Edeornas assault and the bodies of knights and the captain, who were lying a little further from the site of the twos conflict.
As if possessed, I approached the armor.
Clack!
He was moving. With a hole the size of a fist in the side, this knight was still able to move his hand and grip the sword, he wasnt ready to let go of it, and he had his eyes wide open. A movement that was close to posting mordem rigidity but with willpower.
I looked into the knights eyes. The two eyes with tears of blood were looking at Charlotte. He constantly tried to lift the sword which the hand which lost its strength and yet the knight continued to look at the enemy there.
Clack! Clack!
Small movements all over the place. Those with their arms cut, those with intestines pulled out, and those who were foaming blood. Everyone was lying in Charlottes direction.
Every move they made said one thing: dedicated their lives earnestly for the cause.
I listened to them.
Slash
I pulled the corpse fallen near me and cut its throat with the broken blade. Fresh blood poured out from the corpse of a variant that had just died.
Chik!
Red smoke rose on the wounded area, and with a noticeable increase in the flesh with the healing of wounds, the infection rate must have risen by about 30%.
There must already be infectious agents within the wounds they previously had, so maybe Professors current actions were now progressing the infection the man had. Rather than being destroyed by the hand of the enemy in the battle, the infection penetrates the brain and turns them into a monster that dies at the hands of their comrades. A most dishonorable death for a knight.
The head of the knight turned to me. I wanted to apologize. My selfishness had tarnished his honor. Denied the life he wanted.
Cough!
However, the direction I pointed to as I brained the blood was the middle of the fierce battle.
Cough, go fight cough!
The knight quietly looked at Professor. A broken leg, a wobbly cane to walk, and a finger pointing toward the captain.
The knight closed his eyes without saying a word and
Clench!
He held the sword so hard that it felt like it would break.
Kakaka!
Kuak!
Charlotte, who managed to block the incoming attacks, exhaled roughly.
Things arent looking good.
In an instant, she checked the tip of the white spear aimed at the name of the neck, waist, and knee and glared at the enemy, who faded.
His attacks are light. There is nothing bad about defending. But my sword wouldnt even touch his body!
The attack didnt carry weight, and it was too fast.
With each stabbing move, these attacks continue to target the gaps in her armor. Even though she tried to strike hard to widen the gap, one way or another, the opponent managed to get into her zone, making her unable to even fight back, leaving behind an unpleasant sensation.
I can accept such light attacks for three days and nights, but.
The problem was that after the first clash, the opponent withdrew a lot faster than she imagined and would constantly deflect the sword of Charlotte and attack any knights who came to help up after cleaning up the Mutes. By the time she looked back, her knights were down in fatal injuries.
Pauk!
Ack!
A sharp pain pierced through her thoughts, and she noticed the white spear in her left shoulder.
You are turning careless. Shouldnt you concentrate on the strong enemy ahead and not think about random stuff?
Shut up!
Charlotte grunted through her teeth as she watched the spear be created from the monsters empty hand. A weapon that is precisely the same type as the one lodged in her shoulder.
The color is similar, so it must be a part of the body.
Tuk!
this!
You, white monster. Afraid of us?
Ughhh! Shut up! You fucking lowly meat!
If you are afraid, run away. Your mother, who waited several days for you, will be starving! Go back to where you belong and ask your hungry mother to give you one more arm!
How darehow dare you insult my mother!
The enemy, who was moving back and forth, wanting to retreat, was furious as he began to run ahead.
As said, he is young. That relaxed appearance at the beginning was all futile; a little shock and the smallest provocation bring his faade down.
Strategies for dealing with him began to enter Charlottes mind.
Tagnal and Rodim, when the battle starts, move to his back. It isnt about besieging. You do not even have to join in attacking, so take enough space if he ever retreats.
Yes.
Dicapro and McCarson, I am sorry, but my arm looks like this, so please be on my left side.
Leave it to us.
And Narik, you move ahead with him, just like me.
Yes.
Swish!
They heard the monsters movement cutting down wind as he approached, and Charlotte took a step ahead.
Tak!
The glowing of the sunset touched her toes and wrapped around her body as it flowed into the tip of her sword.
Knights of Rodrik, move ahead!
Chak!
From now on, we aim for the enemys life for the sake of peace and well-being of the kingdom!
Yes!
Today is the day! Today might be the day. In front of the name of our former kings! We move to the sky without shame! Our sin rises from the bosom of our hometown!!!
We die on the battlefield!!!
Diee!! Apologize to my mother with your life, you meat!
Clack!
Swish!
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.
.
Bang!
And so the knights rushed ahead as one, and collided with the white monster.
Thud!
It is starting
Professor collapsed a little further away, looking at Charlotte and the knights.
Things will be a little different from before, you monster jerk.
The true strength of the hero named Charlotte de Agat isnt about her individual strength. The unbelievable tactics, command ability, and buff allow 200% of the combat power to rise for every individual around her, placing her allies as her best support.
Rodricks best knight is the strongest when fighting alongside her allies.
The age of warlocks has just begun, so Edeorna must be less than a year old. When his pace starts to crumble, he will not know how to deal with this. He can inherit the power from the queen but not the experience. Well win this battle.
Thud!
Seeing the white and orange flashes, Professor collapsed.
Beep! Beep!
[Warning: Mutation Blood infection rate 92%]
It was fortunate that he had no wound on the back. He felt so nice to be able to lean down.
Haha. Seriously, me too. I got too over-immersed. At best, this is a game. Why am I clinging onto this.
He was feeling frustrated, but he knew the answer to his question.
He had roamed around pouring down his own blood of mute, which was like poison to the dying knights, yet none of them showed reluctance. They didnt say anything, but Professor wasnt stupid enough to not know what it meant.
It was in their eyes. He couldnt explain it, but after the world has vanished, something disappears in a human, bringing tears from the void. Someone who makes no one able to simply pass by them.
I dont know. Anyway. It was interesting. I just want the game to be fun.
This is my limit.
Professors eyes began to struggle as he lay back.
Beep!
[Warning: Abnormal logout detected. If you do not log out in a safe zone, the players character will move autonomously according to the situation of the game. Are you sure you want to log out?]
Just handle it. I am bound to die.
It was the stage where the infection was touching his brain, and the auditory hallucinations began to rise up. His character now had to give up.
[Never give up]
In the ears of Professor, who was losing consciousness, his fathers voice could be heard.
looks like the deceased are busy. You saw it, right. I didnt give up. Just resting. Do not worry I am just rest.
Professor lost consciousness, thinking he heard his father laugh.