My Villains Episode 279
52. Ancient Gate (7)
Shea couldn’t come to her senses.
“Heh heh heh-”
A thumping heart and panting breath filled her world. The shouting mercenaries, squeaking ratmen, and the sound of metal and metal and leather and leather coming into contact could only be heard in the distance
.
“Ah OOO ” I ——–.
I stole my eyes with my sleeve. The sticky blood was wiped away. In the process, Shea realized that her hands were shaking.
Suddenly, she remembered her friend at the monastery in the royal capital. Dazzling silver hair, clear blue eyes, and a voice that makes my heart feel at ease. I desperately missed the embrace of that friend who made me endure the harsh life in the monastery.
In response to a faint shout from behind, Shea suddenly held out her left hand.
A rusty spear blade bounced off the black – painted buckler.
I was lucky.
“Whoop,”
Shea held out her right hand, holding her breath. The blue blade of the longsword disappeared about an inch under the chin of a stinking rat man. The rat man, who was filled with blood bubbles to the tip of his tongue, struggled with a strange ‘cheereureuk’ sound. Shea screamed involuntarily as he scratched her wrist with a knife stuck in her neck.
“She Shea!”
Following the relatively clear shout, a large grip violently grabbed her by the nape of the neck.
“You fucking bitch!”
Another voiced character was the burnt Donell. He threw the heater shield forward and threw Shea roughly behind the dustproof. Then she quickly picked up the long sword she had missed and stabbed the rat man who was about to pounce.
“Shea are you okay?”
“Ka Cavas.”
When Shea turned around, her face was white and she was shooting arrows.
The hand holding the zoom tube and the string shook, and the rapid breathing made my heart throb. There was no way he could aim properly, but the arrow hit somewhere every time.
It wasn’t because Cavas was so good. Because the front of the mercenaries’ square was full of rat men, even if they fired roughly, something went wrong.
“Huh huh.”
Shea took a slow breath. Seeing Cavas trembling seemed to put my mind at ease for some reason. As I regained my breath and composure, my narrowed field of view also expanded.
“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-!”
Utequai, who had gone berserk before he knew it, stirred the crowd of ratmen like a rhinoceros. He was holding only one warhammer, as if he had abandoned the chains that encircled the hellfire.
No, to be precise, it was a warhammer and a heart.
“Gather!”
Among the shabby armed ratmen, clumsy but clad in iron armor shouted and rushed out.
All wearing rusty iron masks, they were bigger than normal ratmen and wielded swords or axes instead of crude spears.
“Give me that auger!”
When the leading rat man gave orders while wielding a pulse that glowed yellow, the warriors snapped! Raising his momentum, he rushed at Wu Tequai.
“Assar-” Utequai, his lips stained red, muttered an incomprehensible sound before leaping forward.
He swung his hammer and wiped out the leading warriors at once, then stretched out his empty hand to pick up the ratman whose breastplate had fallen off.
“Chijikjjikjjiik-!”
I don’t know what the heck it was, but the rat man warrior had to watch as the huge human swallowed my tiny heart in one fell swoop.
A large bone ring emitted an eerie light from Utequai’s hand after he had finished eating it. The steam rising over his shoulders grew thicker.
“Huh.”
Faced with bloodied smiles and maddened eyes, the Ratman warriors lost morale at once and scattered with a squeak.
“Stick!”
“Terrible! The monster is coming-”
The berserker willingly set out on the hunt.
“…with sincere prayer and life-threatening devotion, Lord, shine a light in the darkness.” low murmur. It belonged to Gidon the Crossbow. With an expressionless face, he chanted a prayer and turned the hoist. All the while, he was watching his enemies with sharp eyes.
“Mirror butcher fools!”
His gaze was fixed on the Ogre Rider encouraging his subordinates. I don’t know how to use the ogres for the rat man, but there were six or seven ogres running rampant on the battlefield.
“Sharpen the tips of my arrows and let me see the weaknesses of my enemies, so that they may gain the glory they deserve.” Gidon fixed his gaze on the screaming fellow about fifty paces away. With quick hand movements, he measured the crossbow and held the rosary in his hand, holding the crossbow as it was.
“Lord.”
After that, I finished aiming in one breath and pulled the trigger.
Tung-!
With a little exaggeration, Gidon’s crossbow fired crossbow flesh with a power comparable to that of a siege weapon. The crossbow that pierced the ogre’s forehead at once pierced even the chest of the rat man sitting on the nape of its neck.
“Kaugh kkeuh ap pa-”
The rat man and the ogre collapsed forward as one mass. The ratmen, acting as soldiers, screamed loudly while avoiding the giant.
“Ugh yes!”
Fritz, who was standing at the forefront of the triangular square, let out an unreasonable shout of cheers and jumped forward. The ratmen who blocked the front hit them with shield blades or smashed their heads with iron flails.
“You skin-sized brats, this is Fritz of Lingen!”
Fritz started to run wild with a loud shout. He smashed the ratmen with his iron flail and shield, as well as his knees and elbows. The momentum was so ferocious that a small vacant lot appeared in front of the square.
“Oh come on! That noom-!”
The ogre rider, whose face was painted red, roughly pulled the reins.
When the hook between the two hollow eye sockets was pulled, the ogre screamed, ‘Agghhhh’.
“Ogre jump-!”
Kidnapped immediately after birth and
tamed through harsh violence, the giant threw himself into compliance with the rider’s lead instead of resisting the pain.
“Residence!”
“Sir—”
Fritz was swearing at the sight of the Ogre Rider fiercely charging at him. Mittelman, a dwarf man hiding behind a square, fired a crossbow.
Wedge liquid!
Following the sharp punching sound, ‘Pak!’ A cheerful sound burst out.
The crossbow shot by Mittelman was precisely lodged in the Ogre Rider’s mouth. The Rat Man, who had been screaming bravely, collapsed backwards without even being able to scream. Even when he stopped breathing, he did not let go of the reins in his left hand.
Turn it off-!
The ogre let out a terrifying scream as the rope with Ratman’s weight pulled at its nose or eyes. He suddenly straightened his back, grabbed the reins with his hand on the ground, and tossed the ratman’s corpse hanging from it.
“Haha, a bastard the size of a dog X.”
Fritz laughed at the ogre’s struggle and kicked the ground.
He slashed the soldier who was spearing from the front with his shield and swung the iron flail wide open before he knew it. The heavy iron weight, which weighed nearly three kilograms, almost struck the knee, leaving a vague afterimage.
Quick!
turn it off
The ogre, whose kneecap was completely crushed, staggered and hit his butt, and Fritz blew his head off.
“Kkeuheu-” Fritz, who was thrilled by the thrilling taste of his hands transmitted through the chain, quickly twisted his shoulders at the chilling sensation on the nape of his neck.
“Jjik!”
Ratman, who had been lying in the shadows avoiding the light of the moon and stars, jumped up toward Fritz. The one whose face was painted black swung an awl the size of a human forearm like lightning.
hooked!
“Kkeok”
“Fritz!”
Conveyor, who was brandishing a decapitator shoulder to shoulder with the other mercenaries, opened his mouth in amazement when he saw Fritz with a long awl stuck in his face.
However, instead of collapsing, Fritz threw down his shield and grabbed the rat man’s head holding an awl.
“Fuck-”
Fritz was holding the awl that had torn his cheek with his chin. The blood that rose between his torn cheeks and gums ran down his chin, but Fritz felt anger before pain.
“You bitch-” His big left hand clamped down on the black Ratman’s head. Rat Man screamed and struggled as his thumb dug into his eye socket, but Fritz didn’t care and tightened his grip.
shred!
When the rat man with the head exploded limp, Fritz threw him out and pulled out the awl stuck in his cheek. Then, as he spat, three or four broken molars fell through the red blood.
‘It hurts like a fucking dog’, Fritz muttered. He felt the bitter, cool wind fill his mouth through his torn cheeks.
So I laughed out loud.
“Damn it.”
Dervish roared annoyedly as he swung his enchanted sword and decapitated both ratmen at once.
“Confidence! That Empire country bastard is going crazy again! Do something!”
“Ignore it!”
Confair, who answered hoarsely, looked back at the mercenaries and shouted.
“slowly! back back! Narrow the dustbin and put your shoulders on!”
That moment. From a well about 230 paces away, ratmen poured out in a heap. Ogre riders were also among the ratmen who were bouncing like fountains.
Instead of panicking, Confair raised the decapitator and pointed at the group.
“miss!”
At his cry, a whirlpool swirled behind the square. Heyla is raising her mana.
The blood that was soaking the floor rippled and pooled into one place. Dark red light exploded from Heila’s eyes, and the clotted blood rose in steep cones. The red thorns skewered the rat man three or four and the ogre ether at once.
Flash.
Heila’s bloody eyes, which had been hidden by her eyelids for a while, added blood to the red thorns. A sharp cone exploded.
pop!
The red thorn burst with an incongruously cheerful sound, scattering hundreds and thousands of pieces of blood all over the place. Of the horde that filled the field of view, about X were torn apart and torn apart.
Heila glanced over the battlefield and drew a small dagger from her bosom. It was the ‘Blood’, a dagger whose blade was as transparent as crystal.
Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
The space vibrated in the heavy flow of blood. The blood flowing on the battlefield also wriggled in resonance with the vibration.
Heyla’s magical power reaches its climax, her dark hair swirling in a whirlpool, and small streams of blood shooting up into the air.
What was completed like that was the red wavy curtain, ‘The Blood King’s Territory’.
“……Lord.”
In the bloody curtain that covered the moon and stars, not only the ratmen but also the mercenaries swallowed dry saliva with tired faces.
Right before the blood king’s territory swept the battlefield, sharp shouts broke out among the ratmen.
“Rezzan ayapucku dhari—!”
It was Rat Man holding an old wooden staff who shouted. Judging by the skulls of all beasts woven into the tip of his staff, it was clear that he was a shaman.
Dark green smoke slowly rose from the end of the wand at the Ratman Shaman’s spell. The smoke came together in the form of a sphere and ‘Atzzi!’ At the shout, it flew like a slingshot.
“damage!”
“No stop! I’m aiming for the lady!”
The mercenaries shouted and built a shield wall. But the dark green orb swam through the air like an octopus or jellyfish.
Heila blinked once and raised her left hand. Four of the five diamond-shaped patterns that form the star shone brightly. The light that flashed and flowed like that formed a ‘star shield’.
Chiyiik-!
The ‘Essence of Pollution’ cast by the shaman could not pierce the star’s shield. No matter how outstanding he was among rat men, it was impossible to overcome Heila’s magical power.
However,
“……o the dark green orb collapsed and scattered smoke in all directions. Heila staggered backwards at the terrible stench that emanated from there.
“Oh my lady! Are you okay?”
Shea, who was nearby, suddenly supported her. Heila, her eyes slightly unfocused, said ‘…it’s okay. It’s just that I’m a little sensitive…’ muttered something.
Shoot aaaa –
The blood king’s territory, which lost its controller, collapsed in vain and rained blood. Ratmen felt the ominous energy dissipate and shouted ‘Jizzijik!’ cheered
“Kiii- I will show you the true power of the monarch!”
Just as the excited shaman was about to recite the spell again, a bird flew in from somewhere.
No, it was a bunch of assassins from the east. It looked like a bird of prey with the sword drawn and the cloak fluttering.
“Kit Magaat!”
At the shaman’s command, warriors and foot soldiers shook their arms.
Moongchi twisted his body in the air and kicked his instep.
Tung!
With a light and cheerful sound, her body rotated in a spiral and shot forward. The wad that passed between the spears and knives stretched out a cloud sword and cut off the sorcerer’s neck at once.
“Chi-Ik! Use the sorcerer’s residence!”
“Give all the jockeys!”
As the warriors squeakd and scattered, the soldiers also ran after them.
“Is it over? Really this time?”
“I guess so.”
Responding to Sgt Umberta’s muttering, Confir slowly looked around.
“By the way…
His expression became a little mysterious.
“Where is Nari?”
