CH 189

Toss and turn

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by SoundDestiny

Justy Oigist, a thousand-horse general under Raidorl.

Wilfred, the Doomsday Knight of Famine.

It had been a full day since the two sides had begun fighting, but the battle had been in Justy’s favour throughout.

The undead, led by Wilfred, had by far the greater number of troops, but they were unable to take advantage of their superior numbers on the narrow road flanked by forests and cliffs on either side.

Justy was concerned that the undead would attack them in the dark of night, but……they were able to deal with them without any problems.

The undead hordes are tireless. They can see at night and can fight in the dark without consequence. If the sun goes down, Wilfred will have a huge advantage.

However, even Justy was not so foolhardy. As soon as he saw that the sun was going down, he used his earth magic again to break up the road and block the enemy’s advance.

He also set up a wooden fence, which he had prepared in advance, to block the enemy’s advance.

Wilfred climbed over the collapsed road and broke down the fence in pursuit of Justy. …… By the time he caught up with him, the sun had already risen and the battle resumed like yesterday.

Justy is leading a small army, but the small number of soldiers allows him to move quickly.

At the mercy of their quick movements, the slow undead hordes, which are numerous, are completely outmanoeuvred.

Since the start of the battle, Justy’s men have been reduced to almost nothing, while Wilfred’s undead have been reduced to 80% of their numbers.

“I see. This is the army of the Witch of Earth. A horde of the dead who will bring ruin to the world. …… Fear them not. They are too fragile.”

Justy, who had been leading the battle, pushed his glasses up with his fingertips and nodded profoundly.

A herd of 10,000 undead is a terrible thing indeed. They are horrible, so horrible that just looking at them gives a normal soldier goosebumps.

But in the eyes of Justy, who is a seasoned warrior, they are nothing more than a ragtag bunch. They are not a threat in the slightest.

“Fearless and tireless, the immortal herd is a fearsome thing. But they are…..sluggish. A lacklustre attacker. All are lukewarm. It seems that the enemy is lacking a platoon commander.”

The army of the undead follows Wilfred’s orders, but it is no easy task for one man to command an army of ten thousand.

The undead created by the Witch of Earth revert to their corpses once they are within a certain distance of the Witch or her Apostle. This is why it is not possible to divide the army into platoons or companies and have them act separately.

This is a great disadvantage for an army.

If he had been able to divide his army into smaller groups, he would have been able to have his platoons hide in the woods and take them by surprise, or he would have been able to divert them and have them run ahead of the enemy’s rear.

Even if he had an army of 10,000, Wilfred could command less than 1,000 men to fight at once. In fact, the increase in numbers has slowed down the movement of the entire army.

“If the curse of famine had not been lifted, even such a slow enemy would have been more difficult to defeat. But with the advantage of this highway, we will not be defeated. I think we can hold out until His Highness Raidorl arrives.”

“A-amazing…..to see the undead that destroyed my country defeated so easily!”

Neferte, who had accompanied Justy, marvelled at his masterful command.

The undead army that had so easily destroyed the kingdom of Athena was now at their mercy and reduced in numbers. It was beyond exhilarating, it was appalling.

“If it’s so easy to beat, why did my country have to die ……! Why did you all have to go….”

“Don’t worry, Highness Neferte. I’m able to fight to my advantage because there are no witches and the curse has been lifted. The situation is different from when your country was destroyed.”

“But…!”

“If you think of your lost country, now is the time to sharpen the blade of your heart a little. Do not miss the opportunity to strike down one of your enemies”

“………..”

Neferte has some thoughts but unsure what to say.

Remorse, regret, delusion, hatred …Neferte tries to keep a lid on all the emotions that are gnawing at his heart, as he grips the sword that he still can’t pull out – the fake holy sword that’s still in its scabbard.

“I’m fine now……. But when you have a fight with a knight, I need you to give him to me.  I want to give him what he deserves for destroying the kingdom of Athena.”

“I promise you that. But don’t forget……is not yet a victory.”

“……….!”

Neferte glared at the enemy army at a distance.

The undead army, led by the knight of the famine, was stuck behind a wooden fence that had been set up in advance.

A soldier led by Justy shot a bow and arrow at the undead who were trying to break down the fence.

From the top of the hill, Wilfred could be seen shouting at the dwindling numbers of his soldiers.

“It will be at least two days before His Highness Raidorl to defeat the knights of the Plague and comes to our aid. If we can hold out until then, we win. Don’t let your guard down until the end……Mu??”

He was convinced of the victory and Justy, who is not afraid to tighten the tail of his helmet, but …… there was a change in the enemy forces.

The hordes of the undead, some eight thousand of them, still remain. And they are falling all over the place.

The soldiers are baffled by the sight of the undead, who have not been attacked, but are falling.

“What the…… hell is going on …..?”

“Sir Justy! Look at that!”

“Muu !?”

Looking in the direction Neferte was pointing, Justy’s eyes widened in surprise.

It was the commander of the enemy army – Wilfred, the knight of the “Famine”, who……was transformed into a different form.

His body continues to swell and his torso becomes a huge body of more than ten metres. From every part of his body sprouted countless heads, and the number of limbs was uncountable. As the undead fell, the monster grew in size, adding more heads and limbs as if it were sucking the life out of them.

“Gerageragerageragerageragerageragerageragerager!!!”

Countless heads smile eerily and laugh loudly in unison.

The crazy, brain-contaminating laughter echoes through the highway, spreading fear to everyone present.

“Heee!”

“It’s a monster!”

The soldier with the bow cowered, covering his ears. No one could accuse him of cowardice. Even Justy, the commander, was holding his chest in unprecedented fear.

“What … what’s happening …!”

“It can’t be…..hecatoncheires?!”

(Greek mythos, 100 arms and 50 heads)

It was Neferte, who was standing next to Justy, who muttered to himself.

The crown prince from a neighbouring country looked at the monster with a pale and a stunned gaze.

Justy and Neferte were confronted by a monster from the underworld.

According to the lore of the Kingdom of Athena, it is the queen of the underworld’s family.

“I’m the best knight for Queen Osman. Gorororo!!”

The monster let out a spine-chilling scream and crushed the fence on the highway.

TL: I’ll be posting more chapter tonight, quite busy today. Sorry.