My Villains Episode 254
50. Mayhem (8)
Shaenna’s soldiers pushed the monsters climbing up through the portal as if they were hunting animals.
With the support of the magicians and the active efforts of the knights, the flame demons, who were the commanders, were dealt with immediately, and the rampaging monsters were blocked by the soldiers’ walls.
Some had their upper bodies chewed up by Hellhounds, or others rolled on the ground covered in the flame breath of the Brimstone Wolf, but the morale of the soldiers still pierced the sky.
What are you fighting like crazy for?
The sight of the soldiers attacking the monsters as if they were risking their lives was truly an incomprehensible realm.
Aside from the question, I realize anew how powerful the king is.
Knights of superhuman strength, sorcerers
who perform all sorts of tricks, priests who bestow divine power upon a single command, soldiers who fight without knowing that their lives are
precious … I ignored it, but I think it could be really fucked up if I misread it.
“Push it!”
“Glory to Your Majesty!”
Even while I was sticking out my tongue, Shaenna’s army continued to advance.
Behind the army, the priests gathered and sang hymns in low tones. The demons and monsters who heard the song screamed and covered their ears, and the soldiers with consecrated weapons easily finished them off.
“……Hmm.”
Right now, it’s fairly easy to block, but if one or two high-ranking monsters or demons nestled deep in the salt world appear, the whole situation will quickly turn upside down.
Of course, since the level of monsters crawling out of the portal is proportional to the magic power of the person who broke the runestone, the probability of an unmanageable Great Devil appearing converged to 0.
“Phoenix.”
“hmm?”
“It is our turn.”
“Our turn?”
I furrowed my brows at Utequai’s dumbfounded words, who had been standing there silently.
“Don’t even think about stepping out. We just quietly organized and then safely” “Wrong. Not that one.”
“uh?”
I turned my gaze to follow Utequai’s hollow gaze.
O ” -— A berserker with veins of blood all over his face was thrusting a blade down the chin of a knight.
“… Ha really.”
As if she had heard my shrill murmur, she made eye contact with me among dozens of soldiers. And he was smiling brightly, exhaling hot breath through his teeth.
“Is it your turn now?”
With a low growl, the soldiers surrounding her tensed up and aimed their spears at her.
“catapult! Aren’t there crossbows here?”
“Shoulder up! Squeeze a dustproof!”
However, near the berserker, there were only five knights and more than twenty soldiers lying down. It seemed impossible to stop her with the nearby power now that the power was concentrated on the dimensional gate of the flame system.
“Phoenix!”
Baron Shaenna, who was commanding the soldiers in front of the dimensional gate, looked in my direction and shouted, probably noticing the situation.
“Stop the savages;”
“…I was going to do that anyway, you bastard bastard…
He nodded his head with a shit-chewed expression while swearing between the soldiers and monsters.
“trunnion.”
It was the voice of a bunch.
He was looking up at me while holding the luck sword he had retrieved before he knew it. Even though his legs were wrapped in bandages, he still felt a certain will in his twinkling eyes.
Suddenly, a bitter laugh emerges. It was because the bundle was closer to that of a hunting dog than the warrior’s eyes.
I lightly brushed the small hair that fits in my hand. As if responding to the touch, Mungji raised his chin with half-closed eyes.
“wait here.”
“……to?”
“If things go bad, carry Ellen on your back and screw it up.”
“No I-”
“That’s your job. can you?” Even though he pursed his pouting lips, he nodded for a moment.
Then he looked back at Heila. She was concentrating on healing her wounds and restoring her scattered magic.
I can’t say much about Heila. Rolling her head is because she is so much better than me.
As he approached the berserker with his Hrunting drooping down, Utequai followed, holding a hammer and club in both hands.
“It is a dangerous sleep.”
“I see.”
“It is not all that it seems.”
Utequai continued with an uncharacteristically nervous expression.
“I feel like a mother in that warrior. Very close.”
I guess so.
The woman standing over there is a ‘true berserker’, so to speak, who has specialized in berserk fire among berserkers. Incidentally, it is also a character that refers to the latest build of the Internet community.
“There is another. She is a Gitgullah warrior.”
“……Gitgula?”
Where did you hear that name?
“It is the lack of steppe. Karamek is Akankuda of the Gitgula tribe.”
” ah.”
Karamek is the name of the soul shaman I personally blew off before. Akanku is a grassy word and refers to a powerful shaman.
Anxiety is amplified.
I’ve been racking my brain trying to recall the relationship between that berserker and Karamek…
but nothing about her backstory comes to mind except that she left the samurai to gain power. It’s not that I don’t remember like it usually is, it’s that I’ve never read the script properly.
X feet.
Zui zui.
As Utequai and I approached, the berserker smiled contentedly.
“Snippets, get out now.”
She shook the sword she was holding in her left hand and made a chin gesture. The soldiers who were grinding their teeth looked back at me and Utequai, then hesitantly opened the way.
With the blade of blood thinly wrapped around Hrunting, he met eyes with the berserker. My body was sufficiently warmed up from the battle with the Kwon Beopga until a while ago.
But is it because of the recent suppression of the ‘artist’ in the Dream Mansion? My reason easily suppressed the desire to fight that came from boiling blood.
“…what the hell is this all about?”
“Siwha?”
“Do you open the gates of hell and cut with a knife after talking about your turn or your right? What
are you crazy?”
It took a moment for me to open my eyes wide.
“Oh right. You can be surprised.”
She giggled and vigorously brushed off the two longswords she held in both hands. The blood that had been put on was scattered and the ‘black ice’ and ‘morning star’ revealed black and white blades. The black and white eyes of the berserker stopped laughing before I knew it and turned to me.
“Caramek has come.”
“…Who is that?”
“who? Ha Shak’tak!”
At my shameless question, she frowned and bared her fangs. It was to express hostility and displeasure as if it were a beast.
“Karamek’ti omnimaote degat’ne darap. Stop telling lies!”
I glanced back at Utequai at the incomprehensible sound, and he explained in a low voice.
“I smell his soul. to know that you killed him.”
“…Yes, now I know for sure. Thank you, this baby. ”
“O” S.
Perhaps overhearing our conversation, the berserker raised a black blade and aimed it at me.
“Your reputation is not worth it, warrior! You’re trying to do a shallow trick!”
In the middle, the words of the steppe were mixed, but with the help of Utequai, it was not too difficult to understand her words.
“sorry. so? Did you come to avenge Karamek’s enemies?”
“Wrong.”
“…No?”
“I am an outcast of the cursed shaman tribe of Karamech. I have no regrets about that son of a bitch’s death. I am not interested in that soul either.”
She spoke with a stiff face as if chewing and spitting.
“But Eilisha is different.”
“……Ailey Shah?”
“Yes Eilisha. dear sister.”
Dark rage filled the berserker’s eyes.
“He died five years ago. I couldn’t hold my mother’s arms and was locked up. I am defiled and suffering because of the lingering affection of that bastard Karamek.”
“Wait a minute.”
It was only then that I remembered the name Eilisha and narrowed my brows.
“Isn’t Eilisha Karamek’s wife?”
“…it was.”
“So you’re Karamek’s sister-in-law?”
“That’s right, that son of a bitch is my brother-in-law.”
…Come to think of it, Kanzai Iofiya, a female soul shaman, was said to be Utequai’s sister-in-law. Are berserkers and soul shamans from the same steppe, so they’re entangled in this way?
“Then why are you doing this to me? I’m not trying to avenge Karamek, and your sister has nothing to do with me?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“what?”
“Ailisha’s thoughts of Karamek in prison dwelled. If you follow the smell of Karamek, you can find Eilisha.”
She pointed at me with the tip of a black knife and gave me an ominous smile.
“You are the one who killed Karamek. It will be a clue for that.”
“…good.” I quickly made up my mind and shrugged my shoulders and spoke in a calm tone.
“If that is the case, I can help.”
“what?”
“I will help you find your sister. It means you don’t have to fight.”
The berserker said, ‘What are all these bastards?’ had a look on his face. Then, just as he was about to say something, a roar erupted from among the soldiers.
“Sir Phoenix! What do you mean by that!”
It was Baron Innomen. He was being supported by his men, his face covered in blood and his forearm crushed.
“…Wait a minute. Baron”
“Look at what that savage did! They opened a portal in the middle of the village and slaughtered the knights and soldiers!”
“Yes, I know that, but I have a plan-”
“Are you sane to help such a scoundrel!”
“……Whoa.”
Ha, how is it that no one has the right hands and feet? After adequately reassuring them, I was going to handle it easily, whether it be poisoning or an ambush
.
The berserker stole his face with the hand holding the white longsword.
Clearly, there were deep veins drawn all over his face, but there was no wound where the blood had been wiped away. It healed in the short time we had a conversation….
“I work alone.”
After wiping her face, she swung the longsword in both hands once and smiled deeply.
Huung. At that simple movement, a gray wind rose and entangled itself around the berserker’s shoulders, elbows, and thighs. I can feel the magic flowing along with the wind.
“That is the fate of the exiled warrior Renka. Mother made it.”
Lenka.
Yes, that was the name of the female berserker.
“therefore. Give me your neck.”
Wedge!
As soon as the words were finished, the berserker Lenka rushed right in front of me and swung a black blade.
Crack!
Even though she was nervous enough, her sword strikes were fast and powerful.
Instead of panicking, he stretched out his red-dark hrunting to block the attack aimed at the uvula. At the same time, I took a step to the left. The blood sword, about 30 centimeters long, slid over the black blade and flicked its tongue toward Renka’s neck.
“flaw!”
Lenka violently swung the ‘black ice’ that was in contact with Hrunting and shook me off. It is a great strength to back down helplessly even though he was carrying a lot of weight.
At the same time, the ‘morning star’ held in her left hand aimed at my waist and emitted white sword light.
“Ugh”
Kaang!
As if dancing tango, he pulled back his right foot to block the attack, then quickly stretched out his left hand to energize himself. The blood that had been smeared all over Lenka’s face and plate armor burst out furiously.
She closed her eyes tightly at the sudden burst of blood. There were only small scratches on the plate-grade armor, but blood flowed down his face, which was studded with several bloodstains.
“Ugh Fidhos-!”
Despite the surprise attack, the attack did not stop. The two blades blew like a storm, carrying tremendous power and flashing black and white sword light.
“Ugh”
As far as I remember, Renka’s level is in the mid to late 30s, and her strength doesn’t exceed 35.
This is because he invested a lot in agility and health as he is a character who has to go berserk and throw himself between enemies.
Kakang!
He manages to block the wave of the two longswords with Hrunting, but his grip is torn and blood is flowing.
There would obviously be little difference in strength due to the effects of the dragon slayer’s seal and other equipment, but it was difficult to handle the continuous sword strikes as if to ridicule that fact.
In addition, the style of using two swords of the same length as twin swords was difficult to see in reality, so it was not easy to deal with the irregular consecutive attacks.
“Ugh-!”
Through the flowing blood, Renka’s eyes shone sharply. In an instant, she spurred the ground hard enough to break the floor flagstone and thrust her left shoulder in.
I moved my foot behind her and drew the knife down, but before I knew it, a white blade was sitting on her shoulder. That’s how she just picked up Hrunting with the morning star and pushed her shoulder.
Boom!
“Keah-!” I once ran into a horse in a battle near South Harbor.
Renka’s rush was intense enough to bring back memories of that time. Compared to the past, my body was strong enough to be considered a different species.
Net fluid –
Without giving a moment’s gap, Lenka’s black blade rushed towards his neck.
Even in the midst of being suffocated, she threw her body backwards using the shock as momentum, but she extended her sword as if she was about to fall forward.
“X arm-” As
soon as the blade was about to reach the neck, Lenka turned violently and pushed the knife to the side.
Quaang!
With a roar, the berserker bounced 45 meters between the soldiers.
It was none other than Utequai who ran like a rhinoceros and deflected Lenka.
“Erpe Th-ral!”
“Kuuk!”
After cutting down three or four soldiers, Lenka stood up and glared at Utequai, exposing her fangs.
“You warrior! I don’t know honor!”
“Da’atankali Lenka. I know you.”
Utequai looked at Lenka, who had a ferocious temper, with narrow eyes and said scoldingly.
“A warrior who tarnishes his mother’s name. You don’t deserve to be called honorable.”
“under!”
Lenka, whose face was covered in blood, spat on the floor. And it was to wet his lips with his tongue and smile.
“Do you know your mother’s will?”
“hmm?”
“I never know. you guys don’t know It’s like a worm that crawls on the ground’.”
I caught my breath and got up. And I felt ominous in Lenca’s rising tone.
“Great warrior.”
The whites gradually turned black. Something similar to divine power, different from magical power, began to dwell in her body.
“I will show you my real anger.” Utequai tensed his hammer and club.
In front of him, Renka puffed out her chest.
And a shout that echoes the heavens and the earth.
“Athar Marta—!”
It was berserk. No, it was ‘ecstasy’.
