Chapter 368. Subjugation Battle of the Dark Church (4)
“Certainly, there is no way to isolate them, right?”
Rekebel asked Helmin, but he shook his head.
“If the target is just an ordinary fortress, that method will work. However, they were the ones who moved isolated in the sky from the beginning.”
For them, the supply logo is nabal from the beginning and does not exist.
What it means is simple.
“…It’s ridiculous to say that self-sufficiency is possible.”
“That’s right. Even when we looked closely, there was no sign that the warlocks had gone outside since that day.”
That means you won’t starve to death just by being in that fort.
That means they won’t shut themselves out, whether self-sufficient or otherwise.
The usual strategy doesn’t work.
In the end, the only thing that was possible was to capture it by force and drag out the enemy’s massacre.
The problem is that it’s difficult.
“What the hell are they! What a freak!”
In the end, there is a knight who couldn’t stand it and hit the table with his fist.
He was a knight from the Kingdom of Felsen, one of the kingdoms that participated in this subjugation.
He clenched his fists as he gnashed his teeth.
“The defenses of those monsters are endless!”
His denouncement of warlocks as monsters is not a simple metaphor.
It means literally.
“…I thought he would come back to life even if he died.”
The reason they had such a hard time capturing was extremely simple.
It was for one reason only.
Black magicians don’t die.
To be precise, even if you die, you will continue to live.
Even if you cut your throat with a sword, pierce your heart with a spear, or even burn it to ashes with magic.
If you look back at what happened, you will be able to block the soldiers again.
So, can it be captured?
It was estimated that the total number of warlocks in the Dark Church was around 100,000.
The black magicians were making trouble for the punitive force by taking advantage of their numerical disadvantage by not dying.
There is no way to defeat them if they try to block them with their bodies by using their immortal bodies.
Even the old veterans shook their heads, saying that this was the first time they had ever experienced such a tight battle.
“Tower owners! How is that possible’? Is that magic too? I don’t know if they’re undead, but I’ve never heard of them using witchcraft like this!”
“?…”
That’s…
even the owners of the mage tower ask, but there’s no way they can answer.
“Even with a dragon, that would be impossible.”
“That’s right.”
“No way.”
When one of the pagoda owners said that, the other pagoda owners nodded in agreement.
“In the first place, such a thing could not be possible with magic. It shouldn’t be possible.”
Helmin frowned coldly.
“Nature’s providence is absolute. It would be absurd to go against it.”
Even if you summon fire, create water, and drive wind, there is an area that you must never touch.
“It makes me realize once again how dark magic is a spell that shouldn’t exist in the world.”
“That’s right.”
“We also don’t know this and that, like the tower owners, but we do know this.”
The knights also nodded as if in sympathy.
“If you get hit by a knife, you die, and if your head falls off, of course you become a corpse and rot.”
“exactly.”
“Nothing like cancer.”
It’s not difficult either.
It is the natural order of things for people to live and die.
“…The problem is that the siege is going through difficulties due to the absurd retrograde providence.”
Rekebel only pointed out the core in such an atmosphere.
Whether the enemy uses magic or not, the important thing is that this side is very difficult because of it.
That too is quite difficult.
“Even if I die, I will not die. They even use it to fill them with their bodies.”
There was already a quite agitated atmosphere among the soldiers.
Even if you get hit by a sword or stabbed with a spear, there’s nothing you can do about it, because it’s nonsense to say that you shouldn’t be agitated over monsters that rise up as if nothing happened.
All I can do is suppress my fear.
“If there is no countermeasure, the agitation will only grow. You might even try to desert.”
Not everyone could even argue against that point.
It was a fact that I already knew without having to say it.
It just hurts when someone comes forward and speaks.
“If they are undead, wouldn’t holy water work?”
“I have already tested that too.”
Helmin shook his head sadly.
At the point of not dying, I considered the possibility of being an undead or a lich, so I tried common countermeasures.
However, pouring artificial holy water on it was meaningless.
Rather, there was a report that it was frustrating because of the heat of the battle, and it was refreshing to spray water.
“The strange thing is that I can feel the unmistakable vitality of the black magicians who are revived like that.”
It is affected by magic that detects living beings.
If it’s undead, it won’t catch.
“…Does that mean they are alive?”
“I can’t be sure of that.”
I don’t even want to admit it in the first place.
How could such a thing be a living human being?
Those who live but do not die.
someone muttered that
immortality.
That is nonsense.
“There is a legend that many people have dreamed of it since ancient times…
”
“I can’t believe it.”
However, it is actually happening right in front of their eyes, and the enemies who are harassing them are like that, so what should they do?
“We must urgently discuss measures for those who do not die.”
“Is there a way?”
“Even if there is none, I should make it. It may sound irresponsible, but it is true.
If not found, this battle will end in failure.
It doesn’t just end with a matter of scratching your ego.
“Why don’t we put in those people who are waiting now?”
A commander suggested that.
They are those who have not yet entered the front line.
They are sword masters sent from all over the world.
And even the magic tower masters here.
“Why don’t you rather bet on an all-out war?”
“No.”
Rekebel flatly refused.
“They are the ones needed to defeat the leader of the warlocks that will appear later.”
I don’t know how strong the leader of the black magicians is.
However, when judging by the amount of magic, you can’t be careless.
That’s why they didn’t deliberately put in the Mage Tower and Sword Masters yet.
In that respect, I hear quite a bit of dissatisfaction from the people themselves, but I can’t help it.
Traditionally, the sword should be used in the right place.
What if you hit a chicken with a cow knife?
“The problem is, we don’t have that much time.”
“To the end, the fortress isn’t out of function, it’s just sunk by our magic.”
“Does that mean that when the magic is broken, it will move again?”
Now, the wizards in each Mage Tower take turns holding onto the rope and supplying mana.
Right now, there are a lot of wizards, and they work on a rotation system, and they have plenty of magic stones to replenish mana, so it’s possible to suppress the aerial fortress.
The current situation is that even that can’t be dragged on for long.
“The next ten days is the limit.”
“Ten days?…”
Even if you think of it as a siege, it is a very ambiguous time.
“The next ten days.”
You could even say it’s too short.
To capture their fortress in just ten days.
So, you can’t just do tabletop discussions like this.
The battle will continue tomorrow, and the commanders will have to rack their brains desperately to come up with a plan.
if that’s not possible
Because this battle will end with the defeat of the punitive force.
They didn’t have much time.
“I can’t. This is not the time to conserve power. Let us mobilize everything we can.”
It didn’t take long for even the Sword Master and those who opposed the final effort to change their minds.
next day.
As soon as the sun rose, the Allies attacked again to capture the fort.
However, this time, unlike yesterday, the morale of the allied forces launching an attack was not serious.
As if they were following something, they were rushing forward with a high roar.
Unknowingly, the black magicians flinched, but the officers scolded them.
“Eight! No matter how hard they fight, we are immortal thanks to the Lord’s grace
.
As his head fell off, a man with a greatsword landed on his back.
He is a man with a rugged appearance, clad in clunky armor all over his body.
His short hair and numerous scars extending all the way to his face reminded him of a ruffian running around a bar rather than a knight.
But no one mistook him for a knave.
It was because the auras all over his body were burning like flames.
“What if immortality? Did you become stronger just because you didn’t die? You are laughing!”
He glared at the rolling warlock’s neck, smirking ferociously and sarcastically.
The Bane Warlock quickly regenerated, but the Bane was knocked down again.
“You bastard!!”
The warlocks burst into anger one step too late and aimed their wands at the man.
“Oops.”
As he swung the greatsword with one arm, their arms and necks were severed.
He swung the huge greatsword at a speed that even a black magician’s eyesight couldn’t catch.
Although there is no dignity in the cutting poomsae, the speed and sharpness are unusual.
“I’m afraid to point the cane at you like that so I can’t cut you.”
The man who had cut dozens of warlocks to pieces at once went beyond sarcastic remarks and eventually clicked his tongue.
It was a frustrating reaction even though the enemy was defeated.
“Still not dying.”
The dismembered corpse of the black magician wriggles and stands up again.
The pieces that were cut into pieces so that they could not be attached at all turned into smoke and were resurrected as they were.
“…What are all these things?”
“We already discussed it, Sir Felken. It is not a skill to cut blindly.”
An intelligent male voice came from behind him.
He was a man with the exact opposite impression of Felken.
Diligently clad in knightly armor, he carries a long spear on his back and a sharp-edged sword.
He is a man who exudes the atmosphere of a typical knight.
“They don’t seem to die no matter how many times I kill them. and.”
He decapitated the warlock, took the wand and stuck it through his torso, piercing it through.
The warlock, wriggling like meat on a skewer, was thrust into the floor with his staff.
“If you do this for a while, you can’t act properly. Cutting ignorantly is not a good thing. Considering regeneration, we have to make it worse than dying.”
“…No, in a sense, you seem to be more ignorant.
A man who just cuts them into small pieces or a man who makes such a terrible appearance even though it is to give time for resurrection, isn’t that what it is?
The man called Felken scratched the back of his head and thought.
Then, saying that it was annoying, he didn’t look at the resurrected black magician properly, and swung only his great sword and chopped it again.
“All right, all right. Just keep cutting it. What bothers you to make it like that?
You will survive anyway.”
“…Anyway, that’s not something that will come out of the mouth of a person who is the head of the knights under the direct control of the emperor of the empire.”
The man called Swen shook his head in pity.
