CH 190

Knight Of Plague

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by SoundDestiny

On the northern road, Justy and his troops saw Wilfred transformed into a monster.　

Meanwhile, a fierce battle was taking place on the southern road.

The two armies clashed a day later than on the northern road.

Raidorl had intended to enter the battle earlier, but the undead army was moving slower than expected, so the battle started somewhat later.

On Raidorl side. 

His army numbers 2,500. Although Raidorl is the commander in chief, Darren Garst is in charge, flanked by his second-in-command, the thousand-horse chief Saara Leifet.

The army was mainly made up of cavalry, so its marching speed was very high, and it had the ability to rush and break through enemy lines.

The undead side.

Her armies are 10,000 strong. The Knight of Plague, Ruluve, is the commander in chief. There are no lieutenants or captains.

The troops are almost all infantry. Because all the soldiers are undead, their movements are slow and their skill level is low. The strength of each soldier is less than that of an ordinary person. In the current situation where the curse of “Plague” that weakens the enemy has not been activated, the quality of the soldiers is greatly inferior.

The decisive battle takes place on a plain in the western part of the kingdom. It is a place with a good view and almost no obstructions. The terrain is ideal for an army versus army battle on the southern road.

Faced with an enemy four times the size of their own, Raidorl’s response was simple.

That is – charging towards the enemy.

“All troops to the front!　Break through the enemy lines!”

Raidorl had no tactics, no strategy, he just let his cavalry and his soldiers charge.

In the first place, the troops assigned to the southern road are not only required to win but they also need to have a quick and crushing victory.

Because at the north side, Justy Oigist is stopping the enemy with a small army.

Their priority was to destroy the enemy in front of them and get back to their friends as quickly as possible, even if it took a second.

Hence, the assault.

Just march the army straight ahead and close the distance to the enemy general.

The army of Raidorl is mainly cavalry. In addition, although the undead are outnumbered, their durability is weak. The undead were defeated as if they were tearing wet paper.

“Your Highness, Raidorl! You go on ahead!”

“Aa, I’ll take care of that!”

Darren shouts and intercepts the undead that are coming from both sides to push his lord forward.

Raidorl leaves Darren and the other soldiers behind and pushes forward, weaving his way through the holes his friends have made.

Only an hour had passed since the battle began.

All too soon, the moment arrived.

“….. You’ve arrived so early. What’s the use of a man with a short temper?”

“….. I’ve had no shortage of women for some years now. I’ve got a maid who sneaks into my bed every night!”

At last, Raidorl comes into contact with the enemy general, Ruluve.

The 10,000 undead are opposed by Darren’s cavalry. There is no longer a wall to defend.

A hero chosen by a holy sword and an apostle empowered by a witch.

General against general. The battle was about to begin, a battle that will shock everyone on the battlefield.

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“There was a child, you know.”

In front of Raidorl, a beautiful woman in a dress – Ruluve, one of the “Four Horsemen of Apocalypse”.

“…… What are you talking about?””

Raidorl looks dubious at the out-of-context conversation, but listens, keeping his sword at the ready.

“It was when I was still a human being. My father was a customer and I only slept with him once. I was a prostitute, so it wasn’t unusual.”

“………”

“I forgot to take my birth control pills and that was the end of it. I could have had an abortion, but……I was still young. I couldn’t take away the life that was in my belly, so I chose to have it.”

Ruluve’s eyes are nostalgic, her gaze fixed on the distant western sky.

She looks lost, so vulnerable. The rational thing to do would be to attack her now, but the gloomy look on his face made Raidorl hesitate to do so.

“I couldn’t get any customers until the baby was born. ……Luckily, I had some savings and the owner of the brothel was a good man, so I was able to have the baby safely. It was a pretty little boy, as pretty as a pearl, with beautiful eyes that you wouldn’t expect to come from the belly of a woman who had lived her life sippin muddy water.”

Raidorl wonders if she remembers the face of her child. With a gentle, motherly smile, Ruluve put her hands on the dress she was wearing. She unties the waistband and slowly removes the dress.

She was not wearing any underwear underneath the silky dress, which looked soft to the touch. Her naked body, full and ripe, is exposed on the battlefield.

“That….!”

Raidorl gasped at the sight of the bare naked body of a beautiful woman. The white skin of  Ruluve was clothed with organs that should not have been there at all.

It’s – an eyeball.

Her arms, legs, belly, waist, breasts…… and every part of her body were covered with countless eyeballs, and she was pointing her bright red irises at Raidorl.

Particularly eerie was the lower abdomen. The symbol of womanhood – the eyes open above the womb, as big as the palm of a grown man’s hand, the eyelids open to the limit, giving off an eerie glow.

“But he’s …… dead. He’s dead.”

Ruluve tilted her thin head.

The fringes that covered her forehead fell in a flurry, and there, too, was a monocular frown.

“He was killed. He was only three years old. The man who killed him was hired by his father. The man was a royal who had come to visit. He couldn’t forgive me for having a child with him, for spreading his royal blood to a lowly whore.  If that was the case, he shouldn’t have held me in his arms in the first place…… He found out later that I had a child and came all the way here to kill me. I didn’t know he was royalty. He was just born without knowing anything about him…….!”

Ruluve’s body is distorted like kneaded clay.

What had been a beautiful woman turned into a deformed figure of about five metres in height. Her long hair billowed out like a snake’s, fanning out like a peacock’s feathers.

“…..So that’s what you are. An Apostle for the Witch. The Queen of Hell’s family”

“Ooooooooooooooooo”

With a roar that echoes from the depths of the blood, a giant with countless eyeballs attacks Raydor.

Argus, the giant with a hundred eyes.

(Greek mythos: Argus Panoptes the many eyes giant)

Raidorl raises his holy sword and slashes at the monster from a mythical time.