Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 455

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 455: Infiltration of the Water Supply Area (2)

“It’s the Reviadon Clan!”

“The Poison Humans are coming in!”

“There are so many of them!”

The cries of the guards on the fortress walls were all similar.

The horizon was stained dark red.

The army of Poison Humans covered the ground like a descending curtain from above.

Amidst the Red Death aura looking like evil spirits, the annihilation battle for the Tochka Fortress began in earnest.

“Kyaaaaah!”

Poison Humans surged madly toward the first wall.

They displayed a savagery and recklessness that was inhuman, clinging to the walls with their bare hands.

...Thud!

Just like a bird crashing into a wall, the first Poison Human smashed its head against the solid walls of Tochka Fortress and died.

Another Poison Human trampled over the corpse and bashed its head into the wall.

...Thud! ...Thud! ...Thud! ...Thud! ...Thud! ...Thud! ...Thud! ...Thud! ...Thud! ...Thud!

The piling bodies of the Poison Humans gradually formed the shape of a battering ram.

And there was one entity leading these countless Poison Humans.

A dark hood and cloak covered its entire body, and the scythe in its hand was grotesquely bent, both the blade and the shaft.

“...What is that thing?”

“Did it come to reap a harvest?”

The guards voiced their confusion.

...Flash!

The creature swung its scythe.

With the slash, a terrifying miasma flew and struck the wall.

Boom!

It was a heavy blow that shook the entire wall.

The Reaper swung the scythe, as if he were there to harvest lives.

Each time it rampaged, powerful miasma emanated, revitalizing the surrounding Poison Humans.

Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, and Bianca stood together.

“Is that dark figure the leader of the vanguard?”

“He seems highly skilled. The way he swings that scythe is unusual.”

“He does look like a commander...”

“The soldiers seem to call him the ‘Reaper.’ Looks like he really came to reap our lives.”T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

Bianca stepped forward first.

“Shall we see his skills?”

Bianca, who had killed Andrealphus, aimed her arrow at the Reaper.

Bang!

The arrow flew with a piercing sound.

“....!”

The Reaper seemed to instinctively sense the threat.

But he didn’t particularly raise his scythe.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Countless Poison Humans clustered like human shields, blocking Bianca’s arrow.

It was no exaggeration to say that humanity’s survival in the latter part of the war was largely thanks to Orca’s involvement.

However, unfortunately, he had been protecting Nouvellebag in the depths of the sea for much of the war, and only joined the fight near the end, unable to prevent the massive casualties in the early and middle stages of the conflict.

...But now, things were different.

Brought to the surface by Vikir, Orca had been working for humanity even before the war had fully begun.

And he was doing so with full force!

“We have a problem! The Reviadon Clan is bringing in shielded wagons and covered vehicles! The axemen unit is also approaching!”

The Poison Human units were carrying shields to block arrows and stones, as well as long ladders to scale the fortress walls.

Huge Poison Humans wielding giant axes were attempting to break the stones and fortifications at the base of the walls in hand-to-hand combat.

But without a change in his expression, Orca gave his next order.

“Pour the oil supplied by the militia onto the slopes of the wall, and have the fire squads throw charcoal on top of it. Remove the pikes and logs, and instead, roll bags filled with gunpowder and metal scraps down the walls.”

Soon, oil flowed down the slightly sloped walls of Tochka Fortress.

The Poison Humans climbing the walls, like rock climbers, became drenched in oil, slipping and falling back down.

The slippery walls were too treacherous even for the powerful Poison Humans to ascend.

And then, gunpowder, metal scraps, and charcoal were dropped onto them.

Boom!

The combination of oil, fire, and gunpowder caused a series of explosions.

The scattered metal scraps shredded the Poison Humans with terrifying force.

Among the bodies hurled skyward, there wasn’t a single intact one.

Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, and Bianca watched with their mouths agape in admiration.

“It’s not like he’s using any special strategy, but it’s still amazing.”

“It’s straight out of the textbook. A perfectly orthodox and exemplary defensive battle.”

“In reality, the straightforward methods are the hardest. You have to have a precise grasp of your troops’ situation to avoid any issues with supply and manpower.”

“Sticking to the basics is the hardest thing. Incredible... this must be what experience and authority look like.”

As time passed, the Poison Humans’ all-out offensive was noticeably weakening.

The red death’s aura beyond the horizon was beginning to show signs of breaking.

Encouraged, the soldiers on the walls shouted.

“Wow! The Poison Humans are faltering! As expected from the war hero who saved the nation!”

“We’ve almost repelled them! Long live Warden Orca! Long live!”

“Major Orca! What should we do next?!”

“Hurry, give us the next order!”

The crowd sent fervent cheers towards Orca.

However, Orca only puffed out cigarette smoke, his expression annoyed.

“What do I care what happens next?”

...?

The war hero’s words left everyone questioning their hearing.

Orca, watching the gradually receding enemy offensive, spat out his words in frustration.

“I only handle defense. Attacking is someone else’s job.”

With that, he gestured irritably with his chin towards the adjacent wall.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the wall Orca had indicated.

And there, they saw an old man with a chilling smile spread across his face.

“Heh heh heh...”

Marquis Sade.

With a look of utter amusement, he gazed down at the Poison Human forces ahead.

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]