Chapter 895 - I Will Definitely Kill You
A borrowing spell involves lending power from an otherworldly entity.
These otherworldly entities sometimes fall within the scope of ordinary understanding in appearance, but many do not.
For instance, the entity named Dell Grecher, whose power Esther once borrowed, is a beast-type entity with a tangible form, described as a four-legged beast strolling on glaciers.
Aside from its size, it isn't difficult to imagine its overall shape.
Dmule, whom Esther favors, was the opposite.
Since formless wind was its true nature, what is the substance of wind?
What is its shape?
How should one describe its appearance?
Who could possibly know?
Since no one can describe a defined form, it is a formless entity.
Among them, the entity named Guhinna was the name of a tree made of lightning.
It was also a very special individual in the otherworld where plants possess self-awareness.
Of course, because it is special, wizards contract with it to borrow power and offer mana in return.
Since its branches, stems, roots, leaves, and body are all forged from lightning, a mere gesture becomes a thunderbolt.
An entity standing on the boundary between form and formless possessed enough power to display the miracle of scattering thunderbolts in reality.
"Branches and stems of Guhinna."
The manifested spell flew from beyond human perception and struck.
A single pure white stem was drawn in a zigzag from the dry sky and advanced to where the wizard desired.
Chronologically speaking, it was right before Ragna struck his opponent's neck.
The owner of the black skin was blocking half his body by holding the hexagonal iron mace vertically in his left hand, and was simultaneously raising his right foot.
From the perspective of the knight with black skin, it should be said that it was right before breaking Ragna's neck bone.
What would have happened if they fought to the end?
What would the result have been if they poured out all their skills?
Ragna might have won and cut the opponent's neck, or conversely, the black-skinned knight's calculated move might have worked and broken Ragna's neck bone, but the result has now become eternally unknowable.
Because the thunderbolt fell and fried Ragna.
No, just before frying him, something flew in with a sound tearing the air and collided, changing the direction of the thunderbolt.
The thunderbolt struck the ground and a roar burst out.
Kwang!
Part of the falling lightning tore apart and split the space between the two fighters.
Both Ragna and the black-skinned knight pushed off the ground with their feet and widened the distance.
A space was created where even extending swords wouldn't reach between the two.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
Although it was outside the range of human perception, knights were those who perceived the moment beyond limits.
Those who swing swords in a silent space without sound.
The two reacted the moment they noticed the existence of the lightning.
Precisely, Ragna tried to strike the opponent's neck with his sword and endure the lightning with his body, and the black-skinned knight tried to pull his foot back and dodge.
Would the conflicting actions of the two become the standard deciding victory or defeat right now?
Probably not.
But it was a good element to use for mocking the opponent.
"I won."
Ragna said.
He didn't dodge until the end and the opponent tried to retreat.
Then he won.
His thinking was simple and honest.
"You lost."
He says it once more.
Filled with conviction.
Before the knight with black skin could answer, another voice intervened.
"You crazy bastard. Your pathfinder and Vice-Captain of the Madmen Knights is here."
The fellow who twisted and struck the thunderbolt with a sling bullet.
Naturally, it is Rem.
"Crazy fuckers."
The black-skinned knight also added words only then.
He showed no fear even with enemies on his left and right.
Just showing the will to fight against the two.
"Ah, you said you'd run."
In such a situation, a beastkin with fluttering white hair also joined.
As she approached and placed her foot on the ground, a furrow was created with a whaaaz sound.
Sudden change of direction, high-speed dash again, then sudden stop.
Unless it was the athletic ability of a beastkin, it was a series of movements difficult even to attempt.
Like that, she had just shaken off two knights chasing her for a moment and arrived.
Rem and Dunbakel welcomed the enemy, exchanged blows moderately, and pulled back.
They could have killed if they wanted to, but felt the need to spend time or overexert themselves to do so.
Besides, the enemies weren't just those two either.
Excluding the two guys, a few more were ready to rush in.
The momentum of the opponent's army was like that.
Rem knew by feeling, and Dunbakel realized it in advance by smell.
Well, just because a few more empty shells like that increased doesn't mean they would die here, but still.
Did they have to face a crisis in a situation where getting surrounded was the blatantly obvious outcome?
Furthermore, against guys who made systematic and sticky cohesion their specialty judging by the way they fight?
Unnecessary waste of power.
Rem didn't particularly need to guard the rear like Jaxen either.
Since Ropord did so well, there was no burden.
So just washing his hands of it and withdrawing was enough.
Result-wise, his judgment was a retreat to restructure the battlefield composition.
"Is there a need to fight in a disadvantageous situation?"
Rem's opinion.
Conveying that intention to Dunbakel, he entrusted the bait, and thanks to that, he used the short time earned to prevent Ragna's hair from being burnt by lightning and becoming bald just now.
Rem knew that even if he didn't block it, the direction-blind bastard wasn't a guy to die from just one lightning strike.
Just now, the direction-blind proved that.
"Guhinna!"
The shout burst from far away.
Simultaneously, a white stem containing the shape of a tree branch fell from the sky above Ragna's head.
The tip of Sunrise, which was facing forward, struck the lightning falling from above his head.
Kwang!
An explosion rings out.
The atmosphere vibrates and the aftermath of the lightning scattered around.
Ragna's blond hair stood up in all directions.
He struck the lightning with Sunrise and bounced it sideways.
A stunt among stunts.
Meaning he received the lightning streak called by a spell with the flat of the sword and flowed it away.
"Let's go, bastard. The Captain is calling."
Rem is not a fairy.
If necessary, he lied as much as he wanted.
No hesitation in selling Enkrid's name.
Ragna moved his steps without taking his eyes off the black-skinned knight.
"Next time I see you, you die."
The opponent said.
Ragna also opened his mouth.
An answer that came out without even breathing.
"I don't mix words with corpses."
Short but words containing rich meaning.
If expressing the will he possesses and conveying intention through words, the words of the two were the same.
Since it's an expression of the will to kill.
However, one side said intuitively that he would kill, and the other side spoke treating the opponent's life as already taken.
Although the meaning is the same, the subtle difference scratched one side's temper gently.
"Right. Well done."
Rem praised.
"Sniff sniff, is he already a corpse? Then is he something like a Death Knight? Seems like a nasty smell is coming from him too."
Beside him, Dunbakel stopped looking back repeatedly and said.
"Indeed, you are guys whom the nickname Madmen suits perfectly."
The opponent knight didn't get agitated.
Didn't rush in with eyes rolling back in anger either.
While saying all that, the eyes of all three are calm and unwavering.
What would happen if he rushed in?
Momentarily, he would have to block the attacks of those three.
They would try to decide the outcome in a single blow at a speed the wizard cannot perceive.
Nothing to gain by being agitated.
The knight of Lihin-Stetten steadied his mind.
Instead, he set the hexagonal club obliquely in front of his body.
Enduring is possible as much as he wants even if the three opponents attack.
Covering his body with the weapon.
This time, he expressed his will through action.
"Coming."
Dunbakel said.
No time to drag on further.
If they stay still, they get surrounded.
Rem knew the difference between recklessness and courage, and possessed enough self-control not to do foolish acts.
"Let's go!"
Rem said and ran.
Ragna and Dunbakel followed behind him.
Since the Great Emperor didn't order to chase those three, they leisurely returned to the main unit.
"Ptoo."
The remaining knight spat on the ground.
Although he didn't fall for the enemies' intention, feeling unpleasant is unavoidable.
The knight spat and dusted off his hands.
An effort to shake off unpleasantness.
Anyway, the fight is just beginning now.
The opponent only blocked the Yellow Soil Corps, which was a disposable card anyway, once.
"Are you alright?"
Behind him, the wizard approached and asked.
"I'm fine."
Commonly, when imagining a wizard's appearance, one thinks of draping robes and a crooked wooden staff.
The wizard who appeared now had an appearance distinctly outside the scope of such imagination.
Blue aura lingered in his hair, and he was a young man with an appearance that would make the word handsome come out naturally even at a glance.
He wore tight-fitting black leather armor on his body and held no staff or anything of the sort.
"Just looking at the skill to strike away lightning, he is an extraordinary person."
No one knows his actual age, but it was certain that it wasn't small.
The Great Emperor was a man with many secrets.
Even being in the knight order didn't mean knowing everything.
This wizard was also such a person.
One who suddenly joined one day and acted as the court wizard.
The previous court wizard hasn't been seen since the day he appeared.
"It's something I could do too, so not really."
Not words meant to ignore the wizard.
If one doesn't face reality, one's neck flies off by a knight's blade.
So it's words close to advice.
Blocking a knight with ordinary spells is close to impossible.
Furthermore, it would be even harder to block a madman who tried to roughly endure the lightning manifested by a wizard with his body.
"Ah, I know. Next time, I will respond more drastically."
The wizard said.
The knight looked into his eyes.
Those eyes looked as if a puppeteer made them mimicking human eyes and roughly stuffed them into eye sockets.
Something that feels absolutely no emotion seemed to reside in those eyes.
"Do as you please."
The knight said and remembered the face of the guy who left.
A guy he must kill if they meet again.
'Ragna of the Madmen.'
Ruminating on the opponent's name, he burst out in anger this time.
"This bastard, really."
Thinking about it, he asked for the opponent's name, but that bastard didn't even ask for his name.
It did indeed seem like the attitude of one talking to someone already dead.
"I will definitely kill you."
He muttered as if making a vow filled with killing intent.
Although not up to a knight's oath, he steadied his resolve.
If he meets that bastard again next time, his Will would boil more than usual.
***
"It was a Pegasus?"
Krais, after being surprised seeing Weird Eyes, immediately twinkled his eyes.
The image of those who would cheer seeing a winged horse in the salon inner courtyard was vivid in his head.
The battle was over.
Esther repeated that she was late with an exhausted face and was embraced in Enkrid's arms.
Some soldiers whistled, but no bastard ran their mouth beyond that.
What the Black Witch Esther did deserved respect.
"What is the color of the flower blooming on the battlefield?"
"Black Flower!"
It's a situation where they even made a slogan as they pleased.
Enkrid moved Esther to a tent suitable for resting, and as soon as things were settled, asked Krais.
"News from the Southern front?"
How many days has he been away?
Although time was shortened by flying ignoring most terrains, he spent at least a few days here.
Purely intuition, but something must have happened on the front line too.
"Don't know."
Light returned to Krais's eyes which had blurred falling into imagination.
Also, while answering, he thought of what to say.
Although he received no pigeon, his brain grasping the situation was exceptional as expected.
"If what the two detached units aimed for was to shake Naurillia's territory, the main unit would have already arrived at the Southern front. Judging by the time the detached units came, it's obvious."
Valid words.
Current tactics, the South's movements premised striking simultaneously.
That way it was effective tactics.
Don't know how they communicated with each other, but they gauged time and adjusted march speed to move with a day or two difference.
Then the main unit would have done so too.
"Leaving immediately?"
If talking about wits, it was Krais.
"Yeah."
Enkrid couldn't rest even half a day.
No time to close his eyes either.
Just equipped gear and moved.
Krais, Jaxen, and Esther saw him off.
"Want to follow, but my body isn't normal either."
Jaxen's words.
Although his pale complexion didn't seem much different from usual, he stalled time against five knights alone.
Did so without even an opportunity to display his specialty.
Just like Esther, he pulled off crazy deeds casually.
Due to the performance of those two, there are no dead people in Border Guard.
Three thousand enemy troops scattered.
No matter how scary the Great Emperor is, no bastard would fight to the end when five knights died.
Instead, they will scatter into small groups and act like bandit groups.
Although that would be troublesome as time passes, that wouldn't be something to worry about right now.
"No seat to carry anyone anyway."
Enkrid answered.
Then the companion leaving together approaches sideways.
Should one call it a companion whose physical characteristics of four legs and wings are clearly revealed.
Weird Eyes was also tired, but he is a divine beast respecting his friend's will.
Hihing.
At the words of permission, Enkrid mounted Weird Eyes.
Esther, watching that, approached and extended her hand.
"Hold out your hand."
That tone was stiff and commanding as it was from the beginning, but he knows the meaning contained within isn't so.
"I won't say thank you for protecting it in my stead. Since over there is your own city as well."
Enkrid said.
Instead of answering, Esther held his hand and muttered something.
A language difficult for anyone to understand.
Enkrid also understood only the last words.
"You will be sleepy. Still, if you wake up after sleeping, your body will be much better than before."
Enkrid stared blankly at Esther's eyes.
If he says he feels warmth in the two blue eyes, would she curse again?
"You have the qualification to look at me straight."
Esther muttered so.
Enkrid felt an illusion that the cheeks of that leopard and wizard seemed reddened.
It is after Krais already packed this and that to eat.
Thanks to that, there was no waste of time.
As soon as he saw Weird Eyes and Enkrid, he finished various preparations.
In some aspects, he is a truly amazing guy.
Long and thinly cut seasoned jerky was tightly wrapped in leather and packed to be easily taken out and eaten one by one, and water bottles etc. were also packed.
"Since it's a pity there's no saddle, take this at least."
Even a bag modified to be fastened in front of the chest. Seeing such preparations made in barely less than half a day, clicking one's tongue in admiration would be insufficient.
"Right. We're going."
Weird Eyes carrying Enkrid ran and flew again. It was time to return to the battlefield again.
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