Chapter 439

My Villains Chapter 439

65. The peak of spring (14)

The charter was going as simulated with several knights and officers of the army. Thanks to that, my reaction was also immediate.

To be precise, I entrusted the command to Count Ines to Fogan, her staff member, and then threw myself down the watchtower. The bicorn that was standing under the wooden fence with the wad of fire approached with a rough two-legge.

Chii Iik-!

Meanwhile, the river of flame that lit up the sky at dawn was once again blocked by the towering water barrier.

Fire arrows with straw balls were usually extinguished in vain. However, the pieces of bitumen that the mercenary wizards ignited with mana did not easily go out even while they were wet and rolling on the floor. The steam that spewed out so violently hit the enemy lines with the breath of the mage Ogshlizo.

“Ugh- Go ahead! Forward forward!”

“Keep your ranks!”

Hot steam heated their faces, but the slave soldiers and magic soldiers did not stop. It was only moving forward according to the loud commands.

“Okay... ready to attack!”

At the same time as shouting, he hit the reins of his bicorn and jumped over the low barrier at once.

A handful of knights, including Sir Langbolt and Sir Benlow, their assistants, and wizards who had stored mana, such as Master Epos, gathered one after another.

As they gathered, Atalanta, enveloped in purple light, rose into the air.

Ugh!

Six purple spears soared behind her as she was swimming dozens of meters above. A third eye flashed on his forehead, and black dust winds entwined the ‘white thorn’, a rare white spear.

“Napidot-!”

“Napidot adang’t! Eurie juhon!”

The Nudein warriors who were lying on the defensive line at the head’s majesty exclaimed,

‘Wow!’ and shouted.

As if to answer this, the three-colored brilliance that was showing off in the steam began to dance.

The spear of emptiness, which extended like the tentacles of a giant monster, pierced the chain armored soldiers, and whenever they swung the white thorns, black whirlwinds poured out and clattered the enemy camp.

“launch! Drop that witch!”

At the angry shouts of the captains, the archers, three in each square, fired their bows. The number of arrows focused on her was also formidable, as the number of squares that had Atalanta at her range exceeded 20 trillion.

However, instead of taking a defensive posture or avoiding it, Atalanta focused her magical energy on the gray ring on her right hand holding the white thorn.

Slurr!

The letters engraved on the ring glowed, and a curtain of wind wrapped around her. It was a magic ring that was stolen from Leupon, a master of ‘Hor Hiu Ryu’.

The wind blowing from the ring twisted the arrow rain’s trajectory. Half of it flew off to the wrong place, and the rest poured toward the road slave soldiers.

“Protect the magic bottle!”

“The defensive spell will soon be broken! Keep shooting!”

While Atalanta drew attention, me and the riders were running towards the river.

“On the edge of the clouds – take a nice step!”

Master Epos’ large-scale acceleration spell nestled in the thirty or so horses. The jockeys, who ran swiftly, leaped almost as if they were flying, and jumped over the 4-meter-wide river at once.

Because I jumped about twice as high as others, I feel dizzy as if I was climbing a cloud. I let out a shout of joy.

“charge-!”

Before the roar that roared the battlefield was over, a large beast came out through the scattered steam. Lee Gak-soo, revealing his fangs, rammed into the leading square like a battering ram.

Fu-wook!

“Kkoaaak!”

A shield soldier was pierced by a spiraling horn and hung dangly.

“Stop! Gracious Alchenver- Kkok”

The dark red trajectory drew a semicircle.

The head wearing a full helm soared into the sky, mingling with spear poles and wrists. The torso holding the ax spear stepped back and stabbed the butt.

The one who lost his life in Tiloria’s assault was the commander who commanded the 500 slave soldiers on the right wing. With his death, a single senior commander assumed command of the entire left and right wings.

The long ranks of slave soldiers were breaking down from the center. The cavalry led by the enemy knights were much stronger than expected, so they couldn’t deal with them in a spread formation.

“Tell the centurion in the center of the ranks.”

The commander, who was struggling, bit his lip and gave the order.

“Let them block off those cavalry at their own discretion. As long as both wings cross the river, Seongbaek will finish it off.”

Immediately after issuing the order, the superior commander fell to the ground with blood pouring out of nowhere. It must have been a strange thing for him and his guards, but it was the assassin who crossed the river with the red knight.

In response to the message that became the commanding officer’s will, the centurion commanders in the center immediately gave orders.

“Gather! Gather and block the enemy’s breakthrough!”

While the wings of the ranks crossed the bright green river, the enslaved soldiers in the center began to gather in groups of at least fifty, at most hundreds.

However, since more than two hundred people had already suffered casualties, the mass gathered was small and only three or four in number.

Dududu-

Through the gaps between the large groups of slave soldiers, over 100 elite soldiers and over 30 imperial knights wearing golden chain armor and plate breastplates appeared. An old master with disciples on his left and right was also with him.

“Enemy knight-!”

The angry shout of an old man in his seventies shook the field in the light of dawn. The lancers and hussars who formed the lance following the knights shook their shoulders involuntarily.

“Uh ha ha!”

The red knight, otherwise known as the ‘rider of mad bulls’, burst into laughter befitting his nickname. Then he drew a javelin from his saddle and threw it like a thunderbolt.

Caang!

Seongbaek Hopeken raised a sword resembling a hawk, deflected the javelin, and frowned. When I looked down, blood was reflected on the thin leather glove. His grip was torn while trying to block only one javelin.

While the old master stiffened his face, the enemy knight pulled the reins and retreated. Langbolt and seven-year-old Lance began to tail him into the river. It was after the demon of Jaan, who had been playing in the sky and spraying water, disappeared immediately.

“Follow me!”

Arrows rained down on the backs of enemy knights and cavalrymen at the roar of Holy Baek Hopeken, and magicians dispatched from ‘Linhow on the Mountain’ poured down spheres of destruction.

Gooooooo!

What stopped him was the breath of an old mage standing on the watchtower of the defense line.

A gust of wind from Oghshlijo scattered the arrows. However, as if the saboteurs had made up their minds this time, the purple spheres did not break in vain.

The mage raised her mana while wriggling her white eyebrows. The gusts of wind intensified and the spheres of destruction eventually changed their trajectories.

Whoa- Kwaaang!

“Aww!”

“Such a fucking-”

A series of explosions erupted from the defensive line and from the fields of the light green river. The Royal Army soldiers who were unluckyly hit by it turned to dust in an instant. The ones who screamed were those who were swept away by the aftermath of the barricades bursting and the trenches collapsing.

In the meantime, the enemy knights and cavalrymen who ran under the strong gust of wind jumped over the river at once. It was at that moment that the old Seongbaek and the cavalrymen who were chasing them were about to throw themselves into the river.

Roaring!

The mercenary wizards hiding on the river bank fired fireballs all at once. As a large fireball erupted in front of them, the Imperial cavalrymen came to a halt.

“Such a wicked-” Hoffken, who was hastily trying to activate the magic in his gloves, widened his eyes at the sight of blazing fireballs passing over his head. Then, looking at the direction the fireball was heading, he let out a groan.

“Shit.”

Kwakwawang!

An explosion occurred in the middle of the slave soldiers. Because they formed a dense formation to block the enemy knights and cavalry, nearly two hundred troops were evaporated by only five or six fireballs.

“Your Excellency, we must keep attacking!”

“No, we have to wait until the saboteurs break all those shabby barricades!”

“Are you going to report this disgraceful criminal record to the prince! Let’s attack!”

Seongbaek remained silent for a moment as he looked back at the fierce fire that covered one side of the field.

“...withdraw.”

The old man chewed and spit out. The imperial knights who met his eyes closed their mouths.