My Villains Episode 449
66. The Silver Prince (4)
The shimmering flames lit up the battlefield like daytime.
The two armies clashing across the river lit up their ranks, and the soldiers pouring from Drisir’s fleet fired flaming arrows. Blonde witches, battle wizards, and magic bottles squeezed mana all the way down to the floor and poured out spells of flame, while the thunder-swallowing giant burned the fields with divine madness and righteous rage.
It was a terrible sight, as if the flames were staining the Middle Earth…
The flames that filled all directions made the scene so clear that the soldiers who faced the enemy even threw away their torches.
Despite the ground-turning mace and bone-shattering magic sword, the young dragon’s fury and heart-rending laughter, the slaves did not back down. In just ten minutes or so, more than four hundred comrades fell, but the fearless warriors and demons shedding blue flames with every exhalation only advanced like soldier ants.
As if that mechanical tenacity had worked, the ranks of the Elector Count’s army, which had repeatedly broken down and retreated, had solidified before I knew it.
“This is a message from the Prince of Savellard, so send out the cavalry immediately!”
The person who appeared in front of Strom’s leadership and shouted was ‘Koshid the Bull’. Looking up at the imperial knight favored by the Prince of Savellard, Captain Buakhan, who was serving as the commander instead of the fallen Duke Abillam Bus, hardened his expression.
“The knights and cavalry on the side are still recovering from the damage. Besides, since His Excellency Pico Erd died in a vile attack, there is no one to stand in the lead.
Koshid yelled while pulling the reins of the snorting electric horse.
“Your Highness’s noble warriors are shedding blood for the alliance! Put away the lame excuses and send out the beheading squad right away.” Captain Buakan gritted his teeth at that resolute statement.
Calling these slaves from all over the continent noble warriors is ridiculous.
However, in the battle that his master fought to recover the territory, he couldn’t just hold back just because there were few troops.
“The momentum of the enemy, including the red knight, is weakening, so if you wait a little longer-” “
So, you have to go ahead. His Highness’ father’s imperial knights have come forward, so if your side’s beheading unit joins in, we can wipe it out at once!”
“ Q……”
“S’…….
“Is it a problem that there is no vanguard? If there is no right person, leave it to me!”
It was nonsense to entrust the imperial knights loyal to the ducal family and Strom’s elite soldiers to someone else.
But as Captain Buakan, he couldn’t even frown. If the disgruntled Prince of Savellard defeats Alzenberg, then Lord Strom will perish.
“Captain Buakan.”
“castellan. Do you have any comments?”
It was Ariad, the No Knight, who approached the troubled Buakan.
The renegade viper was being supported by a tall young man, but the faithful squire was constantly whispering the war situation for his blind superior.
“This is an opportunity now that the enemy’s chiefs have crossed the river. If they stir up the Alzenberg army and retreat, it will be a fatal blow, so we have to mobilize our cavalry and take it down at once.”
“…groan.”
After a brief thought, Captain Buakan glanced in the direction of the makeshift tent where the lord Jeju was lying ill and nodded.
The brighter the corridor burned, the deeper the darkness around it.
Thanks to this, it was not easy to spot the dark shadows seeping in from the bushes to the northeast of the battlefield.
“It is a precarious situation. Shouldn’t we hurry up?”
The person standing at the forefront of the lumpy shadow answered the subordinate’s question in a low voice.
“Wait.”
“Haona-”
“Once you move, there is no going back. I don’t want to waste one chance, so please wait a little longer/
In a determined voice, the subordinate quietly pulled the reins.
Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!
“…You’re tenacious.”
At the sharp roar that came from above, the one who led the shadow clicked his tongue and raised his head.
“Because that is the only useful thing.”
“Well, that’s how it happened.”
It was none other than a group of wyverns—no, the 100-year-old dragon knights who roamed and howled in the dark forest. They are the symbols of the Duke of Strom, boasting enormous ransom.
However, these courageous riders of the sky were driven out of the battlefield by the performance of knights who threw javelins like rays of light and mages who blew arrows up to the clouds. From a secret weapon that reverses the war situation, it has degenerated into a junior soldier with bright eyes and quick feet.
Of course, skirmishers flying in the sky are indispensable in warfare. It can be said that it was worth the money just to capture these shadows that divided into five branches and ran through the forest.
The one who stood at the forefront of the shadows hurriedly surveyed the battlefield.
A dozen or so dragon knights appeared out of nowhere, so their eyes gathered, but they didn’t seem to notice the shadows gathered beneath them.
Thanks to this, the cavalrymen guarding the rear of the Elector’s army advanced as if they were seeping in between the slave corps pressing down on the river bank instead of turning around in amazement.
“…it was close. thank god.”
In the sigh at the end of his words, fatigue from the nine-day forced march and relief that he had made it on time were buried at the same time.
Then he pushed the bow of his longbow with his hand, which glowed silver in the moonlight.
Gee ying.
The empty string was gently pulled, and a light ball floated in the air while making a low metallic sound.
This mysterious longbow originally belonged to the family of the King of Death. After the Skeleton Knight was shattered by the Black Woman’s thunderous kick, the longbow, which had been dormant in a pile of luggage for some time, was finally dedicated to a fitting owner.
Tung/
As the string of the longbow ‘Boreakum’ made a cheerful sound, a sparkling arrow was sucked into the night sky. Immediately after the light disappeared, one of the wyverns let out a long scream.
Giing.
The protest, pulled again, contained an arrow of light. Dark blue eyes swept through the stars and another dragon knight crashed.
“Light it up.”
As if they had been waiting for that word, the riders rushed out of the bush and lit up all at once.
The shadows were lifted from the torches raised by the riders
.
Prosthetic hands covered in dirt and gold-plated armor full of scratches were revealed. His stiff expression revealed his sculpted face and his short silver hair with traces of soot and roughness.
Tung!
Ulkar fired a third arrow. And instead of opening his mouth to command, he struck the reins.
After that, more than six hundred riders were launched forward.
‘Arrogant’ Liam, ‘Birdhawk Knight’, Gisela, ‘Painter’, Hilter, ‘Running’, Ed Bert, ‘Drunken Sword’, Hendry, ‘Shining’ Ballsom, etc. He followed closely behind the prince.
Heavy cavalry, including ‘Bronze’ Ecbert and ‘Champion of Odenrock’ Daleshid, and horsemen of the Drysir family, who had spear and hawk patterns engraved on their long surcoats, also spurred them to lose.
Doo doo doo doo-!
An angry roar followed by the sound of hooves trampling on a field of flowers in full bloom.
“The silver prince has arrived!”
“Whoaaaagh—!”
Wyverns scream bright torches and charge.
Those who were filling the battlefield earlier lost their eyes at once.
The long silver hair, which fluttered like a flag and boosted the spirit of the allies, was burned. So Ulkar put on a helmet. A helmet shaped like a lion’s face that was only allowed for members of the royal family of Zeore.
On behalf of Phoenix, Utequai, Ankir, Ruyan, and the warriors following them, who were raging surrounded by slave corps, the Kingdom Army soldiers who were hesitating across the river shouted in response.
“The silver prince has arrived!”
“This time for real! The real silver prince!”
The soldiers, who had collapsed in the ensuing battle, regained their momentum, albeit briefly, and rose up. It was the demon of Jaan who had been holding his breath for a long time that led them.
“Mayasim Lu napasa’takh—!”
When Atalanta, who floated in the air, commanded it with a purple flash, the nude warriors moved their weary limbs with faith and ran to the riverside.
Langbolt shouted loudly at the Gwangmyeong cultists who stood awkwardly watching the pagans charge.
“Since the prince has come, if I go out and fight, I will surely win! Let’s go, turn around!”
Milgrester’s privates and the Red Knight’s own soldiers responded to the repeated shouts in Gellan and Milanole.
“Go, victory is right around the corner!”
“Charge to gold, silver and glory!”
Earl Ines, who stood by the soldiers until the end, shouted in a hoarse voice, and the veteran commander shouted repeatedly and ran to the vanguard.
Rushing toward the other side of the river like that was the last attack of five hundred or so defeated soldiers.
“Move!”
With a sense of urgency, he stretched out his left hand to the fullest.
The invisible power that spread from my fingertips nestled beneath the soldiers who blocked my path. Pools of blood that seeped into the burnt and overturned fields exploded.
Enemies over 30 turned into rags and scattered, but I chewed my lips and swallowed my irritation. It is because the slave bottles that filled the field of vision were pushed in endlessly.
To make matters worse, the mana recovered by drinking the potion was already on the verge of drying up, so it seemed like three or four uses of the same powerful blood would be enough.
It was fortunate that Prince Ulkar and his cavalry appeared at the right time, and he was almost trampled by the hooves of the enemy cavalry along with his own soldiers.
The enemy cavalrymen were torn back and forth thanks to Ulkar’s unexpected attack. Half of them aimed at me and Utequai, etc., and the rest made the ambiguous choice of standing in the back to protect their lords. .
“Those bastards-”
I was glaring at the various officers and nobles surrounding Prince Savellard, the head of the Alzenberg army.
I think I can really win if I catch them…
I couldn’t run away from the barrels rushing in from behind Prince Ulkar and his cavalry, but I didn’t dare approach because I was standing in the middle of the slave soldiers who filled the field like bean sprouts. There was no
It was then.
The slave soldiers, who had only been advancing repeatedly, stopped abruptly, like a wind-up soldier doll.
“Poi-”
The main character of that eerie voice was a bundle wearing a ‘howling mask’.
I screamed out loud at the sight of him kicking the ground, leaving behind the senior officer who was bleeding and collapsing.
“Pierce.”
The bicorn burrowed between the slave soldiers who had stopped advancing, stomping and pushing everything in its path. The friendly soldiers also followed me, using a pickaxe.
“Keep it off!”
Fritz, who rolled into the mud and attacked the imperial knight aiming for my side, threw himself and grabbed him. He inserted the dagger between the barding of the war horse and at the same time swung the iron flail with all his might.
Caang! The rider with a dent in his helmet and the groaning horse collapsed in one mass, and the horsemen who ran among the slave soldiers after him hurriedly pulled back their reins.
“Esson you pig!”
“Jimmy Rell-”
Esson, who was breathing heavily through his armor, slammed his faceplate down and threw himself into the stopped cavalry.
“Aaaagh!”
He screamed and spun like a top. The steam-breathing blade of the glaive ‘Blood Vanguard’ he held cut not only bone meat but also shiny sheet metal like tofu.
“Aww!”
“Such crazy-”
Imperial knights, elite cavalry, and barded battle horses were caught in the bloody whirlwind, and everything was shattered leaving a clean cross-section.
“…wow!”
At the end of a fierce rotation that lasted about fifteen turns, Esson collapsed, spilling a bowl of blood.
“Put that away!”
“I’m leaving now!”
Taggart, clad in heavy metal gloves and an ignorant-looking sword, pulled him back and retreated.
As always, the leader was Fritz, and Umberta holding the one-and-a-half sword ‘Saint’s Ruin’ with both hands, and the blue ax ‘Blue Thunder’ and the dervish holding an iron shield, only Gol, who wielded a thick iron club weighing more than 8 kg like a poker, was next. was Donnell and Dylan and others followed, screaming.
In an instant, enslaved soldiers flocked to the friendly soldiers who were breaking through the enemy lines. I instinctively turned my horse toward the gap that appeared between them.
“Uh uh-”
“What are you doing! Stop it!”
While the slave soldiers gathered and scattered here and there, a passage about 10 meters wide was instantly created. The bicorn accelerated like the wind.
“Uh ha ha-!”
Running towards a very short gap in the midst of enemy soldiers everywhere was a dizzying feat that would make the back of your neck feel cold.
“Hey!”
Several noble knights jumped out from the leadership surrounding the Prince of Savellard.
Wedge!
However, before I could even swing my sword, a series of shivering shrieks broke out in my spine.
An arrow longer than my arm and a crossbow with a bony point the size of half a palm flew from behind me and knocked down three nobles.
keying!
Also, a beam of light that flashed in from the east pierced the back of the surprised knight’s head and pierced the back of the knight who had just drawn a sword in front of him.
Without even having time to look back to see who shot it, I straightened my grip on the black ice.
“You’re a red knight – stop!”
A large knight in a horned helmet roared. Then, spurring on the saddle, he jumped up and swung an axe.
I caught my breath.
Close by!
The black and red ice blades that flowed minutely from the heavy spear blades scratched the spear handle made entirely of iron for a long time. The blade of the ax grazes my eyebrows, and at the same time, black ice cuts through the large knight’s wrists and burrows between his lips.
Suck it!
As
the knight with only his lower jaw collapsed with a strange sound, I met the eyes of a mean-looking young man among the flying blood.
“Ouch”
“Come here- you bastard bastard!”
He stretched out his left hand with a shout mixed with laughter.
His wrists cracked with a burning sensation, and white light leaked through the crumpled vaccinia.
Whoops!
The flashing ‘Dimensional Seal’ summoned a black disc. A tremendous force of attraction was felt along with a strange vibration sound.
“Oh heh heh!”
The land of dreams spread beyond the disk and swallowed me and Savellard in an instant according to the owner’s will.
