Chapter 337

My Villains Episode 337 Episode

58. Reunion (6)

Following the appearance of Ulkar, about a hundred riders ran downhill like a gale and crashed into the bloody mane mercenaries.

But I didn’t have time to worry about that. It was because of the woman sitting on the saddle and hugging me.

“Atalante, how are you... why

are you here?”

“That’s not what’s important right now, sir.”

She kissed her lips again and tapped the face shield over her nose. Then it floated up as if it were levitating, then it spun around and sat down.

“I never dreamed that I would be able to ride something like this... It’s okay, right?”

“uh? uh.”

Atalanta tapped the bicorn’s neck. Although the guy made a fuss, he didn’t reject the touch.

“good. Leave those mercenaries to the prince and let’s deal with them. Let’s go!”

She pointed to the trolls running amok in the middle of the camp in the distance.

Looking back, Seto, the Marquis of Eabon’s cavalry officer, was preparing to withdraw after collecting Antrum’s knights. The bloody mane mercenaries did not seem to be able to afford to catch them as they were facing new enemies in addition to the accumulated damage.

So... it won’t matter if you move a little earlier.

“Okay, I don’t know how it goes, but let’s go.”

Atalanta was dressed almost the same as when I saw her the other day.

Arm guards made of pieces of steel plate, light leather armor, and the all-white spear ‘White Thorn’ were all armed. Red and black cloth ornaments were wrapped around his right arm and shoulder, but they were literally just decorations.

Thanks to her simple attire, I was able to hold the reins with my arms wrapped around her thin, sturdy waist.

Kheung! The battle had already been going on for several hours, and even though the number of people burned increased, By-Corn snorted without showing any signs of exhaustion. As the creature accelerated explosively, Atalanta exclaimed, ‘Wow, what is this?’ and fixed the saddle.

“Atalante, I don’t have hands.”

“know. Leave it to me.”

The next moment, a purple glow flashed beneath her hair, which smelled of voluptuous jasmine. The light of emptiness originating from the cervical vertebrae became six spears and extended.

“Atakhtarq.”

Ugh.’

The spear of emptiness stretched out in all directions along with whispers of unknown meaning. The purple spears stretched from 3 to 4 meters in length to 7 to 8 meters in length, striking the enemy cavalry.

“You fools, don’t scatter! It’s better to stick together-”

A mercenary clad in plate armor shouted and swallowed his breath. It was because the eerie glowing tentacles wrapped around its neck like a snake and pierced its eyes like a scorpion.

“Ag-gak”

Perhaps the spear of emptiness touched his brain, and he fell off his horse, shaking his limbs. The wriggling predator stretched out in search of its next prey.

“Ugh, what the hell is that-”

“It’s magic! There is a wizard here!”

Atalanta’s purple spear did not know about plate armor or heavy scale armor, but it could easily pierce most chain armor or tanned leather. Among the mercenaries, most of them were light cavalry wearing light armor, so the six tentacles ran amok and killed the enemy.

“You assholes, don’t stand out! It’s more dangerous if you can see the back of the head!”

Quaang!

Four or four soldiers were swept away by a single blow of an ax cut horizontally. Two of them were cut at the waist, and the rest flew through the air screaming.

“Ahhhh-” “Don’t back down!”

Even an ordinary troll in the wild is a dangerous monster. There is no way that it would be easy to deal with since they are properly armed.

A pair of giant worms that looked like a mixture of a praying mantis and a beetle, apparently summoned by battle mage Raff, were holding a troll warrior down. However, the remaining three went wild without realizing it.

“We must divide and deal with each other! Lure them in the other direction!”

General McNeill, nominally adjutant to Count Ost and effectively the commander-in-chief of this army, was shouting in person.

“Bring one guy this way! Lord Swallow, step out!”

The knights of the Golden Age Knights, who remained in the main force to escort Count Os, led their forces to stop the trolls.

No matter how elite the knights were, they couldn’t stand face-to-face with heavily armed trolls weighing several tons. But somehow, it seemed like I could do something to turn off the time.

Roaring!

At that moment, six or seven fireballs the size of a fist rose near General McNeil and flew one after another toward the nearby troll.

rescue!

The flame bullets exploded, hitting the helmeted head, causing the troll warrior to wave his arms in a panic.

Taking advantage of that opportunity, the middle-aged knight, Sir Zeviar, pounced on him. As if he had become an assassin, he ran silently from behind.

.Poo-wook.

The long spear plunged deep into the troll warrior’s hamstrings. The troll shrieked and shrank as the spear was forced through the scales.

Sir Xavier, who immediately drew his longsword, stabbed the troll warrior in the groin. It caught on the armor that stretched like a skirt and couldn’t cut it off, but it must have caused enough pain for the troll to swallow his breath and fall.

“Come on now!”

At General McNeill’s command, forty or twenty large soldiers threw themselves without hesitation. All of the elite soldiers wielding long-handled axes turned the troll warriors into meat paste in an instant.

Come on-!

Upon learning of their comrade’s death, the trolls howled in rage.

In the meantime, the troll princess, or the psychic, stood on a small rock and did not budge. Seeing her pursed lips, it seemed that she was casting a spell.

“Nicks over there.”

“uh?”

A group of men and horses were running in groups, standing in the direction of Atalanta’s white spear.

were my men.

About a dozen people with the best skills, including Confair and Dervish. Leading them at the forefront was Heila riding the dark horse, Eultonize.

“...Hey, look at that again.” Atalanta muttered in a cold voice.

Just like the dragon in the legend, the sight of him wearing a red cloak fluttering like a curtain with dark red scales was terrifying to my eyes.

Goo-goo-gung-

There was a roar like thunder or a waterfall. The territory of the Blood King, developed by Heila, was scattered and united, and turned into five giant thorns.

Heila, who was riding her horse leisurely, held out a dagger with a clear blade at the troll princess.

In the next moment, five ‘red thorns’ tore through space like the claws of a beast.