The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 118

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (118)

The breath of those surrounding them pressed down on the air.

Isaac’s eyes shook greatly at the sight of the Kar Tribe encircling him and Arteon.

‘During all this time we were being surrounded… we didn’t notice?’

At least they were able to block the attack thanks to Arteon reacting faster.

If he had been alone…

Gulp.

Isaac swallowed without realizing it.

If he had been injured by that strike that just flew at them, it would be no different from starting with tremendous risk.

Isaac looked at those around them.

He felt something different from the Kar Tribe warriors he had encountered so far.

‘More than anything…’

Those red eyes.

The gaze that seemed drunk on madness rather than simple killing intent made his heart run cold just by looking at it.

Isaac unconsciously gripped his sword handle tightly.

“What the hell… are these guys?”

Tension was evident in Isaac’s voice.

However, Arteon looked at them with calm eyes.

‘…How are these guys… here right now?’

Madman Battalion.

He didn’t know the exact identity of these guys. But a story he had vaguely heard in his past life came to mind.

‘Certainly…’

Something about feeding special drugs to those who committed crimes within the Kar Tribe to turn them into madmen.

Of course, such behind-the-scenes stories weren’t important.

What was truly important was that this Madman Battalion became immune to pain and were monsters with only killing instinct remaining.

Guys who had twice… no, more than three times the strength and speed of ordinary people.

But if the foundation for that was warriors who had spent their lives in bloody battles on battlefields, the story became very different.

Arteon spoke to Isaac in a calm voice while remaining alert of their surroundings.

“These guys… seem like they’re intoxicated by drugs.”

“You see it that way too?”

Arteon nodded at Isaac’s question.

“Usually in cases like this, they might not feel pain, so we should be careful even after attacking.”

“…That could be the case. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He could somewhat understand why all the soldiers from the reconnaissance unit that had gone ahead were defeated.

If they were guys whose physical abilities were enhanced or who couldn’t feel pain due to drugs, as Arteon had just said…

‘They far exceed the variables we could anticipate.’

Especially a surprise attack like this in such darkness would have ended the battle in an instant.

It would have ended in a bizarre form, as if being devoured by darkness itself.

However…

“…”

Isaac’s gaze turned toward Arteon.

Surely this would be a quite unfamiliar and frightening situation for him too.

‘Why is he so calm…?’

Was it confidence in his own power?

Or experience?

‘…That’s nonsense.’

No matter how exceptional his skills were, there was no way he could have such experience.

Isaac’s mind became complicated.

But then.

“Captain, focus!”

Arteon’s thunderous voice struck his eardrums.

The moment Isaac snapped back to his senses.

“They’re coming.”

Along with Arteon’s words.

“Kraaaaaaak!”

“Kreooooooo!”

The Kar Tribe’s Madman Battalion let out bizarre sounds.

Howls that were neither beast nor human but somewhere in between.

Along with that, they charged forward and struck fiercely.

Clang!

With a metallic sound, sword and axe clashed and sparks flew.

Isaac’s body was momentarily pushed backward.

“Kuk…!”

It was tremendous strength.

It was on a completely different level from the strength of the Kar Tribe warriors he had faced so far.

No, it wasn’t just that they were simply strong.

The aura covered in madness exerted pressure beyond what was visible.

But that was the moment.

Swoosh!

A spear thrust forward with an intense air-rending sound pierced through the throat of one Madman Battalion member.

Slash!

The spear that pierced the throat moved left and right like lightning.

Along with that.

Gush! Splurt!

Red blood poured out from the neck of the decapitated Kar Tribe member.

Overwhelming presence.

The Madman Battalion flinched at the killing intent that seemed to devour the entire area in an instant.

Isaac’s eyes also shook as he looked at Arteon.

Even though it wasn’t being directed at him directly, it was tremendous enough to make his hair stand on end.

Then Arteon spoke in a low voice.

“If you’re overwhelmed by these guys’ aura, you’ll be pushed back endlessly. You need to stay sharp.”

“…Got it.”

It seemed he had lost his flow due to being too flustered for a moment.

Isaac’s eyes flashed coldly at Arteon’s sharp point.

Right, he hadn’t come here expecting it to be easy from the start.

Whoever these guys were…

‘I’ll break through.’

Blue energy rippled from Isaac’s body. At the same time, the sword he held in his hand subtly rippled with blue light.

He had been struggling at the boundary between 3rd and 4th Star for quite a while.

He couldn’t use Aura, but he was at a level where he could produce something similar, wasn’t he?

“Kraaaaaaak!”

Isaac charged greatly toward the rushing Kar Tribe Madman Battalion.

The moment the guy’s axe barely grazed past his head.

Slash!

Isaac’s sword completely cut through the guy’s side.

However…

“Kraak!”

The Madman Battalion member immediately turned and swung his axe.

Isaac hastily raised his sword and blocked the axe.

Clang!

Sparks flew as Isaac’s pupils trembled slightly.

‘Really… can he not feel pain?’

Even if an ordinary human had been thoroughly trained, they would inevitably stiffen when cut this deeply.

But this guy was bleeding profusely from his side, yet didn’t even blink as he tightened his grip on the axe.

Just as Arteon had said.

“I’ll just incapacitate you.”

Clang!

Isaac, who had deflected the guy, thrust his sword at tremendous speed.

Slash! Swoosh!

In the blink of an eye, he cut the armpit area and severed the guy’s tendons, causing both arms to drop limply.

Though he couldn’t feel pain, he couldn’t do anything beyond the basic structure of the human body.

“Confirmed. Die.”

Thwack!

Isaac, who had struck the guy’s neck, turned around to look at the other guys.

Arteon was already facing five members of the Madman Battalion at once, and Isaac clenched his mouth at the sight.

‘Really…’

He could only feel admiration at the sight of the guy who seemed to grow stronger each time he saw him.

Previously, at Aikuled, he hadn’t properly seen Arteon’s performance.

Hadn’t he gone into the main base alone with that guy who was from the Chevilk Tribe and turned the place into chaos?

Because he had such skill and courage.

‘The Legion Commander must trust him and leave things to him.’

He knew.

That his role in this reconnaissance mission was to assist Arteon.

It seemed like Belkain had known about Arteon’s capabilities all along.

Clang!

Meanwhile, Arteon deflected a Madman Battalion member and quickly scanned the surroundings.

‘…There are too many.’

The number of guys surrounding them easily exceeded fifty.

If they were ordinary Kar Tribe members, it wouldn’t be much of a problem, but if they were the Madman Battalion, the story was different.

Moreover…

‘If we drag this out for too long… there’s a possibility other guys might come.’

Every situation was flowing unfavorably for them.

The only fortunate thing was that Isaac, who had gotten the hang of it, was overwhelming the Madman Battalion.

Judging by the flow of mana, he seemed to be at a level where he could soon reach 4-star.

With just one small enlightenment, he too would be qualified to become an aura user.

“Whew…”

If Isaac’s side wasn’t a concern, he could focus all his attention on this side.

Arteon quickly scanned the surroundings, searching for ‘that guy.’

‘Where are you?’

The point of the Madman Battalion was to use drugs to maximize physical abilities and turn them into madmen obsessed with slaughter.

But to control those who had lost their reason and gone mad with killing, there must be a ‘Valark.’

A word in the Kar Tribe language meaning a kind of madman leader.

Without this Valark, these guys would become nothing more than monsters blinded by slaughter.

“Kraaaaaaak!”

From above and the side.

Arteon was pushed back by the simultaneous attack of the charging Madman Battalion.

He could split the guys in half instantly with aura.

‘But if I exhaust all my strength here… I won’t be able to complete the mission ahead.’

He heightened his senses.

More sharply and keenly.

Blade-like senses stood on edge like needles, beginning to search and scrape everything around him.

‘Surely… he must be there.’

Not far away.

Soon Arteon’s eyes flashed.

The moment Arteon’s gaze fixed on something beyond the darkness.

“Found you.”

Arteon muttered quietly.

Among dozens of madmen, a distinctly alien presence.

Unlike those consumed by madness, he could clearly feel a cold yet strangely subdued presence.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Arteon’s form leaped toward that spot like a beast.

As Arteon charged forward with the ground exploding beneath his feet, the madmen frantically blocked his path.

“Kraaaaaaak!”

“Kreoooooong!”

Madmen wildly swinging their axes with bizarre shouts.

But before those axes could even touch Arteon’s body.

Clang! Crash!

“Krak!”

“Kreoong!”

The madmen were sent flying and rolled on the ground.

Just because they couldn’t feel pain didn’t mean they could block the physical force pushing them back.

And the moment he penetrated into the darkness.

“H-how…!”

“You need more training in hiding your presence.”

Arteon saw a person with messy red and black tattoos on his face.

The guy couldn’t hide his flustered expression upon seeing Arteon, who had discovered his identity.

“Well, there’s no need for that anyway.”

Arteon thrust his spear toward the guy without a moment’s hesitation.

Whoooooong!

Blue aura gathered densely on the Iglis spear blade.

The Kar Tribe’s Valark shouted loudly at the intense aura energy.

“I-if you kill me, you won’t be able to control these guys…!”

But before the guy could finish speaking.

Thunk!

“…!”

Arteon’s spear blade pierced straight through the guy’s heart.

Valark’s pupils shook greatly as he looked at the spear that had penetrated his body.

Arteon said to him.

“I’ll handle that myself, so just die.”

“Gurgle…”

The guy collapsed to the ground with a tragic expression as his breath ceased.

Arteon pulled out his spear and turned his head to look toward where the Madman Battalion was.

“Kraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Kreoooooooooooong!”

The moment Valark died, the Madman Battalion lost control and began screaming madly while attacking their former ‘comrades’ beside them.

“Captain Isaac! Get out of there!”

When Arteon shouted, Isaac hurriedly escaped from where the guys were and approached where Arteon was.

“What happened?”

“There was a guy controlling these guys. I was lucky to find him and killed him…”

Arteon pretended not to know and looked toward where the Madman Battalion was.

The Madman Battalion that kills everything in sight.

To them, other madmen were just another target that needed to be killed.

With Valark dead, they would continue fighting until only one remained.

And as expected, while the last two were desperately swinging their axes in fierce combat.

Crack!

When the final one collapsed, Arteon easily finished him off.

Thud.

“Well then… shall we head inside now?”

The Kar Tribe’s Madman Battalion that had killed dozens of Imperial Reconnaissance Unit members until now.

Their end was so pathetically anticlimactic it was almost tragic.

And at Arteon’s calm voice.

“…Let’s do that.”

Isaac could only follow behind him, desperately trying to hide his shocked expression.

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