The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 093

24. Boss Phase (3)

As I cut off the chain hood and neck all at once, I suddenly fell into emotion.

“Kkeuk.”

Maybe it’s because of his strength as he leveled up? It feels like the sense of resistance that I feel when I break the chain is considerably reduced.

It caught the blood that was splashing like a fountain and exploded it in all directions. Fragments containing magical powers raked fiercely in all directions.

Right before the bloodshed subsided, he quickly swung the Hrunting and cut the two of them.

One was cut deep in the side and curled forward, and the other—

“Kkeuh Kwaaaaagh!”

His face was being consumed by the sticky flames that started from his severed arm.

I occupied a hill about five steps high, and cut down all the men who were charging at me on horseback.

dodge and stab bounce and shoot spill and hit Receive and kick.

“Huh huh.”

I was drifting somewhere between conscious and unconscious. Sweet cotton candy that makes the tip of your tongue go numb. It’s like swimming in it.

A sharp smell of metal vibrates in the world covered with a red filter.

“Poi *ha ha ha* Phoenix?”

Suddenly, when I turned my head, I saw Grania sitting on the ground breathing heavily.

After putting on an awkward expression for a while, I grabbed my sword and shield and reached out to her.

” are you okay?”

“Whoa.”

Grania, who staggered for a while, picked up a knife from the floor. It was because the magicians were attacking.

After leaving each other’s backs and dealing with dozens of bandits, a gap opened up again.

Recalling what happened in the salt castle, I opened my mouth with difficulty. It was to bring out the words that I couldn’t say in the middle of the day.

“I’m sorry about Gilius.”

“…nothing to be sorry about. It was an accident.”

Grania continued talking while wiping off the blood on the knife.

“Thank you for saving Pharrell.”

It’s an expressionless face, so there’s no way to tell if he’s serious or not.

I’m at a loss for what to say.

“Let’s step back. You’d better join as you see.”

As the car was about to nod, a harsh shout erupted from somewhere.

“You like this rat ‘!” When I turned my head at the shouting and the following curse words, I saw a giant wearing black plate armor glaring at me.

Before I could express my doubts, the giant jumped off the horse and charged at me.

“That guy can’t-”

“Go first!”

Pushing Grania away, he rushed at the giant.

Before I knew it, there were dozens of human corpses piled up around me. The blood that flowed there formed a small stream into a puddle.

I raised the mana flowing through my heart and stretched out my thoughts toward Albiane.

Pagakak!

“Kuk!”

Shards of blood splattered from all sides and scraped the steel plate roughly.

It was a loud explosion as if a mine had exploded… Is it because of my low magic? There was not even a scratch left on Albiane’s plate armor.

“Huh!”

The baron, who came out through the blood, swung his weapon with a shout. It was a ferocious mace with eight sharp iron pieces attached to it.

I quickly took a couple of steps back and evaded him, and he charged me with his shoulder.

The charge of the giant covered in sheet metal was unbelievably powerful. As soon as he

raised

his shield, he straightened his knees and backed off with the anti-elastic force.

But,

“Oh, something caught on my foot, so I stumbled briefly.

This is because the barrier collapsed, and bricks and pieces of wood were scattered on the floor.

Albiane didn’t miss the chance and swung her mace again.

I ducked down quickly to dodge the attack.

Whoops.

what? Are you slow?

The moment I thought

joy!

As Albiane twisted her body elastically, the mace that passed over her head changed direction and came rushing like lightning.

Kwak!

“It’s black.”

A long mace made entirely of iron up to the handle split my shield in half.

I rolled on the floor as if I was being beaten up, then I got up as if I was bouncing, but

I said, “Get out of here!”

Albiane, who had the upper hand, was constantly attacking. I had to step back one after another, shaking off the remaining half of the shield.

“Uh uh uh!”

“The leader of the Magic Bandits! Kill!”

They retreated to where the spear-wielding soldiers were, but the heavily armed baron pushed through as if it were a tank or an armored vehicle.

The soldiers of the garrison suddenly threw out their spears, but they were blocked by the plate armor that tightly covered their bodies.

“Annoying bastards!” Three soldiers were swept away at once by the mace he swung with a roar. Two are broken at the waist and one is tumbling on the floor with a broken arm.

wow you are so strong

“Whoop whoop.”

Taking my breath away at the sacrifice of the soldiers, I straightened my stance and charged him again.

This time, he made full use of the tips he learned from fighting Utequai.

It was to circle around the area mixing shallow attacks and fakes, avoiding the opponent’s attacks, and aiming for a gap.

“The Baron is over there!”

“Push in! Wipe them all out!”

Beyond the collapsed barrier, the bandits following Albianne attacked one after another.

“Poke it!”

“Don’t back down! Hold the line!”

The sergeants of the garrison shouted at the top of their throats.

Lord Ariad and the prince’s commander, who were on the gatehouse, were also joining the battlefield with their weapons.

Even in the midst of a melee where allies and enemies were mixed, Alvianne was relentlessly targeting me.

He did not stop charging while crushing, crushing, and bouncing off the tenacious soldiers. It was like a tireless bullfight.

Well, I wasn’t too different.

Ellen’s spell had worn off, so Hrunting was flashing bright red. The red blood flowing down the blade clearly pulsated because the sun was shining.

Swish!

Surprisingly light, terribly sharp, and harder than expected, the blade cut through the demons.

Everywhere there is blood, screams and death overflowing. It was such a scuffle that no one would notice even if the blood soaking the floor was slightly reduced.

While the baron was rampaging among the soldiers, I fully recovered my strength.

By the time the baron and I confronted each other again, the sword light surrounding Hrunting overflowed with life like petals.

“A *huh* bastard like a rat. Don’t make me *wu* regret that I didn’t run away!”

Could it be because of the heat in his body? Or is it because the intense sun heated the black armor?

A haze rose from Albiane’s head and shoulders.

I watched the scenery with interest and kicked the ground.

Huung.

In an instant, the red filter on my eyes became thicker. Everything on the battlefield looks sluggish.

The baron’s mace was the same. An onslaught struck in a diagonal line is regenerated into the lower belly.

He twisted his shoulders and tilted his head. Oddly enough, my movements didn’t seem to slow down very much.

Glancing at the missed mace, he bounced up. Then he thrust the knife into Albiane’s neck.

Crack.

Hrunting’s broad blade seemed to get caught in the helmet and neck covering, but Kagagak.

The heated sheet metal cracked with sparks.

Hrunting has a history of cutting through plate armor covered with mystery. There was no reason why he couldn’t cut through normal plate armor.

Woowook.

Ignoring the heavy resistance flowing through my wrist, I thrust more than half of the blade into the baron’s throat.

After a short hardening, Hrunting was pulled out of Albi Anne and shouted “Huh!”

The world has returned to its original speed.

“Keuk…

Albiane, who was holding her neck, let out a belated scream. Only then did a question that had been forgotten for a while crossed my mind.

Alvianne dies in Chapter 3, not Chapter 2?

cooong.

The baron’s giant fell with a heavy sound.

“Such an X-arm boss!”

“The baron was beaten!”

“That bastard killed the baron!”

The bandits who had just crossed over the remnants of the barrier used their evil scourge. They charged at me with hateful roars.

But the rush didn’t last very long.

bang

_

“It’s hot!”

Ellen’s third fireball exploded between them.

Putting aside my brief concern about future chaos, I glanced up at the sky. Holding on to the rope, Ellen was slowly descending to the tower of the palace.

He’s probably almost out of mana. I’ll have to finish it soon and go back.

“Whoa.”

I exhaled a hot breath and looked back at the squirming bastards engulfed in flames.

“Huup.”

Among the horrified bandits, some of them who met my eyes held their breath.

“Damn it.”

“Even ran away…

Those who stopped screaming were the first to die.

“Ellen!”

Seeing me running up the stairs as if flying, Ellen put on a puzzled expression.

“Why are you running so fast?”

“Hey, why are you here!”

I quickly picked Ellen up and threw the small shield I had picked up on the way over her head.

“Ah hey! It’s bloody!”

“Is that a problem now? I told you to just shoot two fireballs and back right away!”

“What are you doing? As you can see, there was no one to fight back.”

“And what if I get hit by a blind arrow!”

Since the ceiling is hollow, the open top is a dangerous place. I killed the archers who were shooting arrows through the battlements and hurried down the stairs.

“Why are you really not listening?”

“If you do as you are told, are you a slave or a wizard?”

“What if you get hurt again? Is it too late to shed tears while regretting later? Why is this kid with weak legs so careless?”

Ellen pursed her lips silently as if at a loss for words. Then, as soon as he came downstairs, he said, “Okay, let me down. I will meditate.”

“Ah-oh.”

Without realizing it, my eyes are directed toward the nasty people. I feel the urge for the first time in a while…

While Ellen was meditating, I looked at the reed field with my eyes. The point where Albianne broke in was after the enemies had already been driven out. Harold, the commander, was rebuilding the defenses with the demoralized conscripts.

Sir Ankir and his cavalrymen, who had been stirring the reeds, were returning to the wall. Thanks to the soldiers led by Sir Ariad, the bandits had no choice but to give up their pursuit.

Utequai also returned to the city on a lost horse. There seemed to be a lot of scratches here and there, but there didn’t seem to be any fatal injuries.

After the cavalrymen returned and the gates closed, the bandits began to disintegrate. It must have been because the leader, the baron, was dead, and hopes of being able to take over the city were dashed.

Groups of bandits ranging from as little as five or six to as many as thirty or forty were scattered in all directions. It took less than an hour for the hundreds of horses and horses to disappear completely from sight.

Among the busy soldiers, El Ren was covered with a shield and quickly moved.

“At least one hundred and fifty must remain on the walls.”

Acer, who took the lead and guided me, continued.

“Even that, I expected the magicians not to come back and caught them as little as possible.”

Every step down the ramparts was lined with bloody soldiers. There were no priest’s prayers or wound healing potions. I just covered the wound with a dirty cloth.

“Then how many are going to the pier?”

“There are probably about a hundred people besides the wounded.”

The magicians retreated, but the battle was not over. Because there were still pirates left.

“A messenger came from the port. As you expected, fish people are also mixed in.”

Acer, who had been speaking quickly, shouted loudly as he reached the bottom of the castle gate.

“Bring a horse here! As a strong bastard!”

The stables were crowded with newly captured horses. The stable keepers, who were sweating to soothe the excited horses, become even more busy.

“The foot soldiers will be taken by Mr. Harold. It will be ready soon.”

The square in front of the gate was crowded with soldiers preparing to move. Sergeants were shouting at soldiers wearing bloody helmets examining their newly acquired weapons.

“So what about the troopers?”

“I will leave right away. They are waiting for us.”

The old stablekeeper came running, holding the reins. The horse that was dragged out of the stable…

“Huh? Spotted?”

“What do you know?”

“of course. I left it at your garrison… It was the same spot I got after clearing the magician garrison guarding the secret passage.

I handed over the reins and brushed his hair a couple of times.

“Hey, it’s been a while. Isn’t this almost fate?”

As if he had understood what I was saying, the spot that was making a tour became quiet.

I put Ellen on the back of the guy with his long eyelashes blinking, and I also got on the stirrup.

“This way!”

Acer spurs and jumps out, and I naturally follow. Even though it is a horseback riding in the middle of an emergency, you can feel the excitement for no reason.

At the entrance to the salt castle, more than twenty cavalrymen were waiting for us. Lord Ankir, who was in the lead, shouted as soon as he spotted us.

“depart! Don’t fall behind!”

The cavalry’s stern reply followed, followed by the sound of horses’ hooves.

Are you starting right away? Oh, I have no mind at all.

As the ranks stretched out, Utequai with a dolme stuck in the saddle joined them.

“Did you kill the boss!”

“Why!”

“Did you write Darran agbara!”

“What is that, you bastard!”

“strength! Evil power!”

“I told you not to say X-arm was evil!”

“Does not matter! Did you write it!”

The evil power this guy is talking about is probably blood magic, right?

“Why did you write it!”

“haha! Right, very right!”

Utequai burst into laughter as he bent his back. The words I’ve been struggling with are to the point of foaming at the mouth.

What is this baby. Come on?

I pulled the reins and distanced myself from Utequai. If I got caught up in a guy like that falling off a horse, I wouldn’t be able to break a bone.

As I was running like that, the pier was right in front of me before I knew it.