My Villains Chapter 092
24. Boss Phase (2)
Although I complained about Haclio’s appearance, I was actually preparing my mind to some extent.
In a way, it was only natural that Haklio was a very conspicuous guy. There was no way that the gate guards and the prince’s army, who had battled with the enemy several times, were unaware of its existence.
So I hinted at Utequai how to deal with him.
Even that wasn’t enough, so I’ve mentioned all six random names that can appear in the boss phase, just in case.
Of course, ‘Blue-haired Morsis is a magician who can use a few simple electric-type magics. Smash it before you cast a spell, or dodge until you run out of mana and kill it.’
Just ‘even though the opponent is a bunch of bandits, there could be a guy who uses magic.’ ‘I heard that a half-orc who handles a magic axe is one of the robber baron’s subordinates.’ It was just vague, clumsy advice.
Well, it’s mostly useless now.
Around the time I climbed the palace tower to the right of the castle gate with Ellen.
Haklio, an ogre with stone scales growing all over his body, swung his fist at Utequai.
“Gueek!” Kwaaang!
Following the scream, a fist the size of a human torso pounded on the ground. The dust spreads thickly.
Utequai was different from usual. I am stepping on the side step with my posture as low as possible.
Even so, I did a little flinch from time to time. It is weighing the enemy’s reaction.
The movements that seemed so sluggish when competing with me didn’t usually look quick when they were against Haklio.
Haklio, who was foolishly waving his hands, twitched his mouth.
“Grrrr *gururuk gurururuk*”
as if he was vomiting with his mouth closed. Haclio’s big mouth was filled with filth.
and subsequent injection.
“Keeeeeeep!”
Utequai quickly picked up the two corpses as clumps of vomited slime flew at him.
Either they were lucky or they had noticed in advance, they were both large bodies.
Dirty vomit splashed on the dead bandits.
“Huh.”
Utequai’s back swelled up, perhaps because he had swallowed his breath.
The lump that Haklio vomited smelled so bad that it caused another vomit.
It was not a mere metaphor, but the poison mixed in the mass caused vomiting.
The poison was so strong that even if you covered your mouth and nose, you would quickly become poisoned.
“Okay.”
But now Utequai was only frowning slightly.
It was because when an ogre appeared among the bandits earlier, he immediately swallowed the antidote he had prepared in advance.
Haclio’s vomiting No, the very moment when the injection was over.
Utequai quickly tossed the corpses away and pounced on the ogre who was licking his lips.
“Hugaw qun!” Throwing down the weapon at an opponent much bigger than himself and charging with his bare hands. Because he’s obviously crazy.
A savage of comparable size began beating the gigantic ogre. The sound of bats hitting logs filled the reeds.
“Kreuk!”
Haclio, who was hit in the stomach and the side of his face in turn, swept the surroundings with both arms.
Huung.
Utequai instead threw herself off and clung to her arms, then hung her legs on her shoulders and bent her elbows!
Whoops!
“Kieew!” The ogre screamed and struggled.
Courage!
The savage, who had been thrown away roughly, wiped his mouth and grabbed the dolme standing on the floor.
and rush again.
“Athar Marta!”
A ferocious shout followed by a blow.
Boom Kwajik!
The dolme swung with a sense of weight cut off the knee, bounced up, lifted the shoulder, flew horizontally and collided with the fist.
The stone scales, which should have easily blocked a sword or a spear, were shattered and falling off like dead skin cells from the ruthless hammer.
“Kee-ki-”
Utequai strode towards Haklio, who was stuttering halfway down.
The nasty ogre
vomited in one final outburst
, but the berserker with a good stomach substituted for avoidance by holding his breath and covering his face.
Shaking off the slime from her arms and shoulders, she gripped the dolma with both hands.
bang!
“Keeep!”
Haclio’s phlegm-boiling screams subsided within seconds as Dolme knocked his head two, three, four times.
The skull was so hard that the head did not break, but the relatively soft neck and chest bones broke easily.
In the end, the ogre died only after being beaten to the point where his head was stuck in the middle of his chest.
“Shiko rec’ne!”
The roar of victory rang out. And the ceremony that followed was a little different from the previous one.
Utequai approached Haclio. Standing behind the dead ogre on his knees, he pulled out a dagger from his waist.
A dagger with a blade resembling an ax the size of a forearm.
He lodged the dagger under the ogre’s scruff and began hammering it with a sledgehammer. Just as a chisel and hammer cut a rock, the dagger and dolma were used to carve the bone.
Land land daang!
A strange silence fell over the reed field as Utequai worked.
Whether it was the absurdity of the fight that ended in an instant or the tension from the standoff, it was a lull that was difficult to describe.
Utequai, finally severing all the ribs from his spine, threw down his dagger and stone hammer.
Then he pushed and kicked the back of the dismembered ogre, shouting
“Athar Marta!”
He yelled at the sky and tore off Hacle Leo’s head.
“Wow!”
“You’re like a crazy savage.”
The faces of the soldiers around them turned white from the horrific sacrifices made by Utequai.
Standing on top of the palace tower among the soldiers trembling with horror, I got goosebumps in a slightly different way.
That cruel result is also a result, but it is because the berserker’s expression while dismantling the ogre’s back was even more bizarre.
Serious eyes and expressions, as if performing noble art, without any emotion.
And the religious joy revealed when offering the most valuable offering to his mother.
There was a huge gap that could never be bridged
between the stranger’s good friend who taught Nabuk while chatting and the berserker who chewed out the heart of an ogre after a brutal ritual .
“What is that savage bastard!” At the nervous shouts of Albiane, a man who had become a baron on horseback, the raiding leaders met each other’s eyes.
“Don’t answer, you bastards! Mouth ran with foam! Tell me what you know!”
As Albianne’s face grew redder, a woman eventually stepped out. It was a young swordsman with dark gray hair.
“Both, no, baron.”
“what?”
“You know the last time I opened that back hole? When some of the rats went back to the rat den.”
“…the day that bastard Fageno turned into a bloody mess?”
‘Damn Jimmy, like a dog. This new meal is on the verge of bursting. Surely he won’t pluck out his eyeballs?’
The magic swordsman Moses cursed inwardly and quickly spewed out the remaining words.
“At that time, did you hear the report that there was such a savage among those rats?”
“who? I?”
“Your baron.”
The baron thought deeply, then nodded with a serious look on his face.
“…I guess so.”
“Did you tell me not to worry about the general trend anyway?”
Albiane, who twitched her nose for a while, looked back at the nearby raiding leader and shouted.
“What stupid faces are they making! Are you going to send that bastard that way? Go catch-ah!”
At that devouring shout, the commanders of the bandits hurriedly scattered. The blue-haired magic swordsman, Moses, was one of them.
“hey! Get ready to go out!”
At her sharp shout, about thirty or so bandits immediately prepared themselves.
Moses led his riders and constantly looked around.
Half-orc Ulek Beast Greer Dumb Lee Slong… Watching the other marauder-captains run away with his men, Moses slowly took up the reins. Even so, he constantly inspected the walls.
Then the gates opened and a group of cavalrymen poured out. Seeing the knight in the lead, Moses’ face crumpled terribly.
“…X bar, that bastard again.”
They were the elite soldiers of the giant Ankir and the Silver Prince. Morsis felt that even his little former righteousness was evaporating.
“Don’t kill me!”
“Ankir is out to save the barbarians!”
“This is your chance to get revenge! Kill!”
His foolish comrades turned on the light in their eyes and were driving their subordinates. I think I gained confidence because it was only twenty or so people who came out of the gate
.
Her men followed as if they were going off course.
At that time, something strange came into Morsis’ eyes as she was looking toward South Harbor.
A huge human figure was floating on top of the castle wall.
“Eh?”
Moses narrowed his brows and increased his eyesight.
There were two figures floating in the air, and a long rope was connected underneath them.
“What is that?”
At that moment, something spurted out from the person hanging on the rope. I couldn’t see what it was because of the summer sun…
Whoa!
The unidentified mass grew in size, drawing a long parabola toward the reed field.
Morsees soon realized it was a large ball of fire.
As much as it grew in size, the fireball, which accelerated more than that, hit the center of the magicians that were attacking the savage.
Quaang!
A pillar of fire soared and sparks flew in all directions.
The dozen or so people who died instantly as soon as the fireball exploded were rather lucky.
“Quaaaaagh!”
“Ughhh! help me!” Dozens of unlucky bandits screamed desperately with their faces, limbs, or entire bodies engulfed in flames.
And what followed was the wild roar of Ankir, the greatest knight in the highlands.
“Tram-tread everything!”
The silver prince’s cavalry, whose morale soared to the top of the clouds, crushed the bandits whose ranks had collapsed along with the burning reed field.
“This crazy crazy.”
Arrows rained down from the walls and a second fireball rushed to the ground. Thunderstorm-like shouts poured out at Moses, who was hesitant, not knowing what to do.
“Mosis, you stupid bitch! Bring the kids and follow me!”
The main character of the scream was the robber baron Albianne.
He was holding the reins while holding a huge mace, and behind him hundreds of bandits were raising their spirits and dust.
The place Albianne was aiming for was the collapsed point of the castle wall. He decided to cross the wall directly to avoid the enemy’s elite cavalry and the sea of reeds that had become a sea of fire.
As hundreds of bandits rushed in wedge formation, the top of the castle wall became noisy at once.
The old knights and commanders and sergeants shouted frantically.
“Stop archers free fire! Aim for those who come running!”
“Waiting for spearmen! Don’t back down!”
“Youngji-kun’s guys are running away!”
“Anyone who shows his back will beheaded! Come to your senses
!”
Arrows and stones rained down from the top of the wall, but Albianne and the heavily armed bandits who followed him were unmoved by such an attack.
“Take it all away!”
Dozens of bandits threw nooses and iron hooks at the baron’s shout.
The noose was hung on a giant spear and the iron hook was hung on a shabby stone wall. More than fifty horses pulled the noose and the iron hook at once.
Rush!
“You pass!”
“Prepare for spearman battle!”
The giant spears were removed from the defenders’ grabs, and the makeshift barrier collapsed.
Spearmen belonging to the gate guard held long spears and blocked the gap, but the heavily armed bandits, led by Al Bianne, pushed through with brute force.
“Break through? Are you piercing it?”
Moses, who had been stumping in the back, made a puzzled expression.
‘Where have all the long-established battle mages gone? Could it be that there really isn’t one?’ As I was thinking about that, the human figure, who was floating in the air while caught in the rope of the palace tower, was split in half.
To be precise, the big seal that was holding the small seal came off. Then the fall began.
“…what else is that?”
The large figure fell vertically for a moment.
Whoops.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up and gently pushed the figure away.
Not a human figure, but a warrior armed with heavy armor, a conical iron helmet, a long sword with fire, a black triangular shield, bang!
It fell exactly between the spearmen and the magicians.
“Queuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuueduuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuueduuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
puts a flaming longsword into the neck of the bandit under his feet.
The gushing blood colored the burning longsword in an ominous color.
The bloody swordsman, holding a longsword shimmering with blood, smiled bleakly.
“Whoa.
The swordsman let out a sound he couldn’t tell whether it was a sigh or a laugh and swung his longsword like thunder.
Seeing severed limbs soaring into the sky, Moses decided to turn the horse’s head completely.
