Chapter 121 – The Night Raid
Late night.
Due to the dense fog, the stars in the night sky lost their brilliance, and even the faint light of the old moon was obscured, completely engulfing the mountain in pitch-black darkness.
—Aww!
And, somewhere, the wolf’s cry began to resonate gloomily.
The taller of the duo guarding the western gate of the Knights of Ropes shuddered and grumbled at the uneasy sound that seemed to stimulate the fear of humans.
“Ah really. Being like a knight and staying awake. Anyway, it’s a sin to stay low all the time. Ugh…”
“It can’t be helped? Originally, during actual operations, not in peacetime, it’s right for us to stand on our own, not the servants.”
“Yeah, well… It’s literally better than those friends who came to die hard.”
As the short, stocky knight bruised his colleague a little, the one who had been complaining a moment ago opened his mouth wide, yawned, and glanced in the direction of the headquarters.
Regardless of the East and the West, in any army, guard duty is truly boring and exhausting.
Killing time in moderation with fruitless conversations with colleagues seems to be no different from superhuman knights.
“Ah, that’s right, Lord Ventus. When I return after this mission…”
And, the moment when a useless ominous word was spat out.
“Houghton! Back!”
—Chaw!
Out of the fog, a huge wolf, standing tall on two legs, suddenly appeared and swung his front claws, mercilessly tearing the knight named Houghton through his armor.
“Kurrure…!”
“Damn it! Where the hell…”
Ventus, who narrowly survived thanks to the beast’s chest, could not even scream and hurriedly drew his sword, leaving his instantly killed comrade behind him.
After confirming the identity of the assailant, he had no choice but to let out a low voice.
A humanoid monster belonging to the high-risk group. It was a lycanthrope.
The monster’s eyes, which stretched out his bright red tongue and licked the blood and flesh from his claws, were shining with endless hostility toward humans and the excitement of battle.
“Shit…”
If it was a lycanthrope, he was a tough enemy for a normal knight, but he wasn’t able to respond at all.
However, his movements earlier were far more agile and ferocious than those of an ordinary individual.
It was obviously strange that the werewolves displayed such abnormal fighting power even on the night of the old moon, let alone the full moon when their wildness exploded.
It was a good thing for Ventus now.
—Aww!
—Aww!
This is because the current situation was an obvious enemy attack. Not just one, but several.
From behind the thick fog, dozens of yellow eyes that were split vertically were staring at him.
He had to quickly inform his colleagues about this. The captain or vice-captain, or even centurions who can use auras.
But how?
‘Whistle, whistle… ‘
The leader of the werewolves looked at Ventus and laughed as if he was laughing.
With that guy’s power, he too could be torn apart in an instant, but he didn’t deliberately do that. It was the viciousness unique to a monster who made fun of its prey.
In response, he raised his whistle and slowly brought it to his mouth, prepared for death.
No matter how clever a lycanthrope is, a monster is a monster. Fortunately, I was just watching his actions with curious eyes, as if I didn’t know what the whistle was for.
As a knight, death was always something he was prepared for. Even if I die here, the leader will definitely come and avenge me.
Thinking of that, Ventus took a deep breath and exhaled it with all his might.
—Wheek!
— Ha ha!
As a shrieking noise echoed across the mountain, the werewolf threw his new model forward, widening his pupils.
It was to tear the noisy and annoying human in front of me at once.
‘It’s over.’
Can not avoid. Sensing that fact, Ventus tightly closed his eyes.
Just like that, the moment when the beast’s claws pierce the weak human neck without hesitation.
— Deed deed… !
The mana in the air fluctuated violently, and the werewolf was reconciled with a wave of mighty power that seemed to crush the entire space, trapping the werewolf in place.
“Kreuk?!”
“This… Can’t be!”
At that, the beast’s eyes were colored with bewilderment, and the color of Ventus’ pale face suddenly began to turn bright.
Except for the ogres, he was the leader of the lycanthrope, who would have lived his entire life as an apex predator. That’s why, it was a very strange experience for him to have his actions restricted.
The beast’s instinct and the dark power shared by the large and fearful beast were whispering to him to quickly get out of this situation.
“Aw, aww!”
Howling. A habit unique to lycanthropes that originated from wolf blood.
The beast roared, turning its gray fur black and in an instant several hideous tentacle strands sprouted from the werewolf’s shoulders and abdomen.
Then, strength surged from the whole body, and the body that had not listened to the words began to move again.
Let’s tear that human apart. And then, the guy who dared to make himself like this. The werewolf’s claws, stained with black energy, flinched and drew a solid line on the nape of Ventus’ neck.
And, that was the end of the guy.
—Fuhuaaak!
The man who appeared from the darkness clenched his fists tightly, and the head werewolf’s body shrank into a single point in an instant and turned into a handful of blood.
—Koo-Goo-Gung!
Before long, the ground shook as the man stamped his foot.
“Keep it, crack it!”
“Ki-i-i-ing…”
An overwhelming force exerted on top of the monsters’ heads along with a small earthquake.
The strong bodies of the surviving lycanthropes mercilessly shattered, twisted, and were crushed and let out pitiful cries.
It is truly a divine power far beyond human limits.
To Ventus’ knowledge, there was only one man who could do this. With relief and awe at the same time, he shouted the trustworthy leader’s name.
“Captain Wolfgang! Uh…”
However, the captain’s appearance seemed to be very different from usual.
Her dark hair, which was always neatly arranged, was in a mess, and a terrifying light was pouring out of her bright red eyes.
Anger. It was anger
At that ferocious force, Ventus involuntarily took a step back and swallowed his saliva. It was a man who beat an ogre to death with his bare hands.
If a living disaster is expressing feelings of anger, wouldn’t it be natural for it to shrink as a creature?
“Are they all dead? It’s a pity that I can’t kill the dead again.”
The leader of the Black Lions, who never faltered no matter what, is showing his anger for the first time.
Wolfgang’s stern gaze, as he scanned the horrors he had created, brushed past Houghton’s gruesome corpse.
“This…”
Then his expression was stained with sadness and seemed to regain his usual calm light, albeit slightly.
Thanks to this, the suffocating pressure disappeared for a while, and Ventus, who was unconsciously shaking, let out a long sigh.
Eventually Wolfgang’s eyes turned to him, and he reflexively took a posture at attention.
“You… Sir Ventus of the 4th Centurion.
“Keuheuk, thank you! Captain!”
Under Wolfgang’s rule, hot tears flowed from Ventus’ eyes.
It is because his tension is relieved, and various emotions, including the relief that he finally survived, and the pity for his dead colleague, surged up at once.
“Soon there will be troops to take charge of this front. First, recover Lord Hutton’s body, then join them and carry out the mission. Good work, Lord Ventus.”
Looking at Ventus with complex eyes, Wolfgang patted his subordinate’s back once and moved on to another battlefield.
—Wheeiik!
“More enemies are coming from the east gate! Everyone, regroup!”
Currently, the headquarters of the Ropes Knights is under attack from all directions except for the rear surrounded by mountain peaks.
As the leader and core force, there was no time for him to relax.
* * *
Damn, really, there are more than one or two places where anger soars.
‘Could you stop it this time? No, no. It was an inevitable sacrifice. Even if I found it sooner, the result would have been the same.’
—Turn-up, Ujijijik!
“Ooh, ooh ooh…!”
“Noisy.”
I cheekily ripped out the spine of one of the Cyclops who was swinging his fist at me and swung it, popping the eyes of the guy next to him and frowning.
“Kuuuuu!”
But why would anyone even play it and fuck about a subject that is not even a troll? Annoying to deal with. All the guys who came in today were like this.
What. Whether they regenerate or not, not a single one of them can survive here today.
Not only was it not enough to have the enjoyable time with her lover interrupted, she even lost her precious subordinates. If I don’t kill them all, I won’t be able to get rid of them.
The casualties were mainly on the side of the guard troops.
Of course, I didn’t think I wouldn’t bleed forever, but it felt worse than I thought to lose a subordinate for the first time in a place other than a battlefield.
“It’s crazy, why are these guys so strong?”
“Coming again! Stay alert!”
My men had already gone through a large-scale attack by monsters, so they responded well, but…
Unlike the time of Viscount Bartok, the situation was not safe now. It was the middle of the night, so visibility was severely limited, and the level of the enemies was so much higher that they couldn’t compare.
—Bad!
“Die, die, die! How dare you, how dare you!”
“Vice-captain, it’s a bit scary.”
“Isn’t that stronger than the Commander of the Knights of Ropes next to you…?”
Still, on the central front, Agnes, who became the incarnation of cold, was fighting very well, and on the other side, the remnants of the Ropes Knights and our centurion joined forces to maintain the front.
“Heavenly God…”
“Don’t die! The saintess will save you as long as you breathe!”
“Waaaaa!”
“Listen, brothers and sisters! If you burn their wounds with the holy fire, they will no longer regenerate! We must finish it!”
Most of all, since we have the saintess and the Grand Inquisitor, there is no need to worry about defeat.
The allies’ ability to maintain the front line was comparable to their regenerative power.
“Haha, crane…!”
However, for some reason, Ophelia’s expression is a bit unusual.
It feels a little different than physically struggling. Did something happen?
