Chapter 285 â Followers of the End (4)
âCough!â Fermut couldnât even scream.
His heart, lungs, and ribs were destroyed at once, causing fatal injuries. The transcendental vitality of a sword master and the reflexive actions were barely recognizable. Fermut couldnât be saved, even if a cardinal found him. Orta was confident about Fermutâs death and relieved that this fight was easier than he thought it would be.
âThe arrogance, that closed his eyes, and the foolishness, that didnât allow him to use his talent, killed him.â
The Aura Ability to bend space was an innate talent. Fermut wasnât 30 years old yet, but he was in line to be the next emperor. As such, there was no one who could keep his arrogance in check.
Where would a person like this experience adversity or go against a person they couldnât fight? Fermut was clearly strong, but in contrast to his strength, he had too many imperfections. It might be different at the first encounter, but when fighting twice against a seasoned veteran like Orta, he would soon be disadvantaged.
If Orta looked at it calmly, it was a well-deserved victory.
In just a few seconds, the blood coming from Fermutâs mouth formed a puddle. It was at least a few liters worth of blood. An ordinary person wouldâve died three times already from the blood loss.
It was impossible for Fermut to keep fighting, so Orta just needed to wait until his heart stopped beating.
Orta raised a hand in order to mercilessly stop the pain. âI wonât mourn you, but go well.â
The space blade aimed at Fermutâs neckâ
It bounced off. Orta grabbed the broken index finger of his right hand as he faced an unbelievable situation. Fermut, who was supposed to be a dead body, wielded his sword.
âThis is impossible. Being able to counterattack with such a bodyâŠ!â
Then at the very next moment, Orta saw it.
âGrrrâŠkuhuâŠkuaaaaah!â The blood vessels all over the face and body swelled up, while the round hole where Fermutâs heart used to be was filled with chunks of flesh.
It was too horrible to call it a human heart. Black blood flowed like tar, while his eyes turned black and unfocused. An unknown aura was filling Fermutâs dead body, a power that was hostile to all life!
Ortaâs eyes widened as he identified the origin, âDonât tell me⊠An ancient magic sword?!â
It was on a different level from the magic swords which were often traded. Orta felt the alien power overflow from the princeâs sword and started sweating anxiously. This was a magic sword that had the power of a demon infused in it.
However, unlike the god sword, it wasnât for demons to use directly. Its purpose was the degeneration and destruction of other species. At first, it simply lent its strength, but now it dominated its master. The power was so formidable that idiots who would try to obtain magic swords from the Age of Mythology continued to exist.
However, why would the crown prince be carrying a magic sword like this?
âHmph, I donât intend to just watch!â
If Orta let it be, Fermut would completely revive. Sensing a crisis, Orta moved his hands at a dazzling speed, forming a total of 13 magic circles. Unlike his usual magic, this was a series of attack magic focused on lethal force.
The black sphere which had destroyed a gate in the past emerged as a few small shapes. It was a special magic that destroyed matter just by coming into contact. Orta didnât hesitate to shoot all of it at the princeâs body. It aimed precisely at 13 of Fermutâs unprotected vital spots!
âKuaaaaaack!â Fermut lost his temper.
The bent space blocked some of the magic spheres, but Fermutâs left arm and right leg were cut off. Three holes were made in his abdomen, and the regenerated heart was destroyed again. However, Orta didnât feel relieved.
âHe focused on protecting his head. Is the brain the only part that canât be reproduced? Furthermore, the magic swordâs power has increasedâŠâ
It might be a sword that regenerated the userâs body in exchange for strength. By the time Orta inferred up to this point, Fermutâs black eyes returned to being white. The tremendous impact brought back his sanity. âK-KuoooohâŠ! Y-You, see, soonâŠ!â
Using the swordâs power to bend space, Fermut threw his own body a few hundred meters away. Of course, it was a distance that Orta could easily cover.
ââŠHrmm.â However, instead of chasing after him, Orta raised a hand. He wasnât intending to leave future trouble behind. Orta could see beyond space. Despite being far away, he accurately saw through Fermutâs body.
âIt is like he is already dead.â
Fermutâs life was saved, but he had lost his heart twice, as well as a large amount of blood that contained aura. This couldnât be reversed by the regenerative power of the magic sword or a cardinalâs power. Furthermore, by maintaining his flesh using the power of a demon, he would suffer side effects.
Rather than returning as a sword master, it would be lucky if he could even stand on the battlefield again. In the empire where the weak were suppressed, Prince Fermutâs prestige would fall. It was time to prioritize the armyâs victory, rather than chase after Fermut.
âSending a command from the deputy commander!â Ortaâs voice resonated on the battlefield due to the communication artifact. âThe enemy commander, Prince Fermut, has been defeated and has departed from the battlefield! From now on, we will focus our power on annihilating the Andras Empireâs troops!â
Orta used magic to magnify his voice on purpose. The order rang out in the middle of the battlefield, raising Meltorâs morale while lowering Andrasâ.
Prince Fermut, who was the next emperor, had been defeated! The defeat of a master was painful, but it was also the departure of the chief commander and head of the army. The Andras troops realized the severity of this situation.
It only took an hour for them to be slaughtered.
The Andras soldiers were reduced from 30,000 to around 2,000 and were suffering from major losses due to the battle. Meanwhile, Meltorâs casualties were less than two-tenths of their fighting force.
It was a one-sided victory. As Orta thought, Prince Fermut of Andras never showed up in battle again. Even for the white tower, it wasnât easy to find out what happened to him once he returned home.
For humans, the battlefield was a terrible horror, but for hungry beasts, it was a feast. Crows, wolves, and many other wild animals gathered on the riverside after the two armies had left.
The victorious Meltor took away the bodies of their casualties, but the busy Andras Empire abandoned the corpses of their casualties as they fled. There were around 30,000 corpses strewn around.
âHuhuhu, this is a good smell,â a man remarked as he walked through the pit filled with the stench of blood and putrefaction. âThe air of the battlefield where blood and death are overflowing! I donât know how long it has been since Iâve seen so much blood.â
His red hair and red eyes were such an uncomfortable color that anyone would frown if they saw it. It was quite different from Veronicaâs beauty. The manâs body was covered in a dark red color, like dried blood. The beasts, who had been drawn by the smell of blood, felt something ominous and withdrew.
He was the Red Rider of War, one of the four horsemen like Hipatia. This man was one of the lunatics who wanted to bring peace to this earth through war and slaughter. At first glance, his polite tone and stylish clothing were all a sharp contrast to his nature. The red knightâs eyes flashed with joy, and he spread his arms widely.
Ominous lights flashed one after another, and the blood on the floor started to wriggle like slime.
Kullong⊠kullong kullongâŠ
On average, only a few liters of blood spilled from each body. However, the amount of blood that had flowed out from 30,000 bodies was so much that it was like a large red river, despite the blood being dried up.
The mass of blood was sucked into the body of the red knight.
âKuhuhuhuâŠ! Okay, this is good. Very good! This is such a great and splendid banquet. Like Hipatia said, that magician really is our king!â
Theodore had used it as an excuse, but the warlocks close to the battlefield became certain. They collected the blood, corpses, and ghosts, turning them into their strength!
A large number of sacrifices that couldnât be obtained even by annihilating one village often occurred in a war. If possible, the red knight wanted to take them when the blood was still warm and the bodies were in good condition⊠However, Meltorâs army was too strong. It might be possible if all of the riders took action, but it was impossible to go against them with just two knights.
ââDonât be rash, Red,â an elderly man leaning on a staff rebuked the red knight. âAs Hipatia said, there is still a corner of the childâs spirit that hasnât been convinced yet. If he really is our king, we need to figure out why he is in Meltor and why his memory is incomplete. Keep in mind that you shouldnât make contact with him.â
âOf course, Black Knight.â
Thatâs right. The elderly man, who seemed like he would soon fall down and die, was another of the four horsemen who had come to confirm the kingâs resurrectionâthe Black Rider of Famine.
The old man struck his staff down once, and all the dead rose up around him. It was a white shape, a form that would be contaminated and reborn as evil spirits. The black knight nodded while swallowing the souls. ââŠThis situation is also satisfactory for me.â
They had been hiding since the last war. The Central Continent had long stopped fighting, so they had to hunt for blood and death elsewhere. It might be a bit of an exaggeration, but the number of sacrifices they had collected over a century was much less than what they had just accumulated over the last few days.
âIâm not sure yet, but there isnât much doubt.â
According to the records, it had been a wait of 1,000 years, and there was no reaction from their vigilant senses.
The black knight had thought it wouldnât happen in his own generation, but Hipatia was immediately convinced. The red knight was in the best position, and the last one wasnât even human. Among them, the black knight was the most cautious, so he was put in charge of this task.
As a specter of black magic who had already lived for over 200 years, the black knight gazed at something with empty eyes. âThis land is unusual.â
The northern powers that maintained an unnatural confrontation, and the empire that abandoned the function of a proper nationâŠ
The black knight gazed in the direction of Andresâ capital, Belfort, and gulped. âThe empire of swords⊠It is ridiculous.â
Was it visible only to the vision of a warlock? A whirlpool of energy soared into the sky of the distant horizon.
âIâd rather call it the empire of evil energy.â
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As the two warlocks stood there, the war continued. Meltor had the overall advantage and pushed to the border. The loss of so many of the empireâs Seven Swords and their hidden cards meant that half of Andras was lost. This was the moment when Meltorâs victory was confirmed.
However, the warlocks sensed it. This war wouldnât end so smoothly. More blood and more magnificent deaths would overflow. As if confirming their intuition, the situation changed drastically.
Finally, the emperor of Andras moved. Simultaneously, this unification war headed in a direction that no one had imagined.
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