The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 260

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Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (260)
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
“…!”
“What, what is this?!”
“Is it an enemy attack!?”
The soldiers surrounding the carriages carrying the families of the nobles flinched at the emergency bell tolling from the north.
The South Gate of the Capital.
Everyone standing before it turned their heads, and as one, they grasped their weapons and pressed themselves against the sides of the carriages.
“Duke Carbain is moving toward the Southern Gate… so they’re attacking from the north.”
Haksent, who had been monitoring Carbain from atop the South Gate, narrowed his eyes and gazed toward the North Gate.
Considering the circumstances from all angles.
‘Information about us leaving through the Southern Gate couldn’t have leaked.’
Duke Carbain simply hadn’t had the time to alert anyone outside about the operation.
Which meant.
‘…it wasn’t coordinated.’
Yet suspicion could not be dispelled.
The passive posture Carbain was currently displaying—its true nature remained unconfirmed.
Haksent spoke.
“The Imperial Palace already has sufficient forces. There’s a chance the enemies might come to rescue the hostages here, so strengthen the perimeter!”
“Understood!”
“Yes, sir!”
Dozens of soldiers swiftly surrounded the carriages and began heightening their vigilance.
The tense atmosphere deepened, and those inside the carriages grew even more anxious.
Yet Haksent, as if unbothered, descended from the castle wall.
“It appears the traitors have entered the Capital. So even if things become somewhat chaotic, we ask for your cooperation.”
He spoke to those inside the carriages with an oppressive expression.
Then Haksent turned his head.
“They dare enter the Capital itself.”
Presumably, it wasn’t soldiers who had entered.
If soldiers had moved, he would have detected it by now.
Then….
‘Among the warriors who can wield Aura… someone has made their move.’
Yet there were considerable puzzling aspects to this.
No matter how skilled a warrior wielding Aura might be, to penetrate such thorough vigilance….
‘They’ve entered this quickly?’
Presumably, those bastards had moved after Duke Carbain passed through the gate.
Yet to have entered the Capital in such a short span of time….
‘At minimum, 6 to 7-Star Level or higher.’
Haksent’s eyes narrowed.
Haksent, who had spent years grinding under Count Edrian.
When it came to assessing situations, he possessed an almost supernatural ability.
Because of this, he could anticipate the circumstances to a certain degree.
After the North Gate fell, even if those guys moved swiftly….
“It won’t be easy for them to reach this place.”
Were they targeting the Imperial Palace?
As his thoughts became clearer, a smile crept across Haksent’s lips.
‘Fools.’
The Imperial Palace already had dozens of warriors at the 5-Star Level or above gathered within it.
About half of them were 6-Star Level, and there was even Baolent of the 7-Star Level.
Would that be all?
The moment the Magic Circle that suppressed Aura within the Imperial Palace activated, they would become nothing more than rats trapped in a jar.
“Their bold execution is impressive, but… it seems this is where it ends.”
In the end, Belkakrode would ascend to the Emperor’s throne.
If that happened, Count Edrian, who stood as his closest confidant, would see his position rise dramatically.
‘Perhaps….’
The Duke’s seat that Carbain currently held—could Edrian….
“Hehehehe.”
If so, then he himself, as Edrian’s right hand, could also seize great power in this Empire.
He could not suppress the laughter that escaped his lips.
With a broad smile, Haksent gazed toward the North Gate.
“Come on then. I’ll slaughter every last one of you.”
Haksent spoke with an unwavering voice.
But in that instant.
“With your ability?”
“…?”
At the sudden voice from above, Haksent lifted his head.
Only the dark night sky was visible; he could see nothing else….
Whoosh!
In an instant, the world began to spin, and the ground rushed toward his face.
Thud.
Then came Haksent’s head, fallen to the ground.
Soon after, the headless body staggered, spraying blood.
And as the soldiers flinched at the situation that unfolded in an instant.
“I swear upon my name. From this moment on, anyone who takes even a single step….”
Piercing eyes gleamed beneath the night sky, emanating a chilling cold that cut to the bone.
And as that gaze tightened around the soldiers encircling the area.
“I will kill every last one of you.”
Svein’s Aura, now unleashed, began to consume them.
* * *
Boom! Crash!
“Don’t kill them—subdue them with maximum restraint! Remember, they are all Imperial Citizens!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Understood!”
Isaac’s cry echoed as the Silent Spear Battalion members responded in unison.
Thanks to the time Arteon had bought by crossing the North Gate first, they were able to enter through the City Gate completely intact.
“I’ll head to the East Gate from here. Once I’ve secured that position, I’ll move toward Central Command.”
“We’ll divide our forces and move toward the West Gate as well. The South will be handled by Svein alone.”
Though I felt concern for Svein moving alone, I knew that very worry itself would be disrespectful to him.
Svein was already a 7-Star warrior pushing toward the very pinnacle of his realm.
Rather, I had to consider that our presence might become a hindrance to him.
Lucael nodded at Isaac’s words.
“If Svein moves in the South, Duke Carbain—who has gone outside—will have justification to re-enter the Castle.”
If Carbain re-entered the Castle because of Svein’s movements, the soldiers under Sedrian’s command would no longer face the danger of injury.
If that happened, they could end this rebellion with conflict contained entirely within the Capital.
Lucael called out to the Silverwolf Knight Order.
“We move to the East Gate! Subdue any enemies we encounter—knock them unconscious, don’t kill them!”
“Yes, sir!”
Though they weren’t mounted, their movements were swift and orderly.
Isaac turned his head, watching the Silverwolf Knight Order vanish down the main avenue in an instant.
“All Company Commanders, listen! Move your troops immediately to the positions we planned. Avoid killing unless absolutely necessary, and signal with a flare if any variables arise!”
“Understood!”
“Yes, sir!”
Five Company Commanders, including Bartell, responded loudly and began leading their forces toward their operational zones.
In this operation, speed was the most critical factor.
‘We must draw the attention of all those outside the Imperial Palace toward us.’
Isaac turned his gaze toward the Imperial Palace.
Perhaps Arteon had taken on the most absurd and dangerous role of all.
And…
‘If we fail… we all fail, Unit Commander.’
Arteon held the most crucial ‘key’ to suppressing this rebellion.
Because of that, I had to accomplish everything within my power.
“First of all…”
Whoooooosh!
Isaac raised his sword, concentrating his Aura with fierce intensity.
Drawing the scattered attention of those watching toward us as the unit dispersed was the priority.
Without hesitation, Isaac then struck the Castle Wall beside the City Gate with tremendous force.
CRASH!
In an instant, a thunderous sound erupted and cracks appeared in the thick Castle Wall.
The sheer power was as if struck by a colossal hammer.
‘How in the world did Arteon break through a Castle Wall like this…?’
Compared to the strike Arteon had displayed earlier, it looked truly pathetic.
Yet it was sufficient to accomplish the objective.
Isaac spoke, observing the soldiers encircling the area.
“I won’t kill them… just play unconscious appropriately.”
Isaac addressed the soldiers surrounding the front.
It was already evident from their eyes alone.
Most of those present shared the same thoughts as he did.
Everyone fundamentally questioned why this battle had to occur.
Of course, among them were those deliberately acting as Belkakrode’s pawns….
“Silent Spear Unit. Suppress those bastards quickly and clean up this place.”
“Yes!”
“Attack.”
With Isaac’s command, the Silent Spear Unit members began charging toward them like beasts.
* * *
‘…Has it begun?’
Arteon, sprinting at full speed toward the Imperial Palace, tilted his head slightly without breaking his stride that echoed across the stone floor.
Shouts erupting from all directions and the clang of metal colliding.
Light flashed brilliantly as shadows writhed chaotically beyond the windows.
Fortunately, the North and East showed no signs of major disturbance yet.
Rather, since those bastards had moved, suppressing them wouldn’t be difficult.
The only concern was Svein, who had gone to the South Gate.
Duke Carbain.
The moment that name crossed his mind, Arteon’s gaze sharpened further.
Since Duke Carbain was there, the level and number of enemies deployed would be considerable.
Svein himself had insisted on going alone, and I trusted him….
‘It won’t be easy.’
There was certainly a limit to what one could endure alone.
If Svein created a disturbance at the South Gate and drew out Duke Carbain who had ventured beyond….
‘From that point on, the situation will change depending on how well those two work together…’
Regardless, Svein bore the heaviest burden in this operation.
Therefore, Arteon too had to hurry as much as possible.
Tap!
With the sound of his toes striking the stone floor, Arteon’s form slid through the entrance of the Imperial Palace.
“Who goes there!”
“An enemy!”
In an instant, dozens of soldiers guarding the entrance reacted in unison.
Spears and swords were raised, and tense breathing overlapped.
But what came next was instantaneous.
Thud! Crack!
With dull sounds, the soldiers’ bodies tumbled through the air, and they collapsed to the ground before their screams could even finish.
Dozens of soldiers were lifted into the air and lost consciousness in the span of a few blinks.
Thud! Crash! Thump-thump-thump!
The soldiers, suspended more than a meter above the ground, collapsed without any resistance.
Fortunately, none of them wore heavy plate armor, so they escaped serious injuries.
After a cursory check of their condition, I immediately turned and drove deeper into the Imperial Palace.
But that was when it happened.
Click.
With the sound of armor interlocking, the air around me shifted.
Black as the base.
Golden patterns inscribed upon it.
Figures clad in armor that reflected almost no light appeared in a single line.
At their appearance, I paused and observed them.
‘Who are those guys…?’
Though I had never seen them in person before, their distinctive appearance made it clear who they were.
The Imperial Guard closest to Belkakrode.
The Iron-Blooded Knights.
One figure stepped forward from their center.
“From this point onward, you cannot advance another step.”
A cold and precise voice.
A tone devoid of emotion—the voice of command itself.
The Knight Commander, Jeidilk.
A warrior who had reached the edge of the 6-Star realm.
Moreover, with full support from the Imperial Palace, he was adorned with Artifacts around his arms, waist, and neck.
Mana Amplification.
Reflection Device.
Defense Support.
Even a device that automatically responds in crisis situations.
‘He’s prepared thoroughly.’
In terms of raw power in my current state, there would be little difference from Svein or Baolent.
No—accounting for the Artifacts, at this very moment he might be comparable or even superior.
My lips twisted upward in a smile.
“Hanging all those trinkets on your body like that.”
I stepped forward.
“You’re not actually proud of that as your true ability, are you?”
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
Centered on me, the suppressed Aura erupted outward.
Dust rose from the ground, and several of the Iron-Blooded Knights instinctively stepped back.
Against an opponent of this caliber, there was no room to hold back.
“Step aside. If you don’t move right now…”
A brief silence.
In that moment, the knights gripped their swords with renewed firmness.
If possible, I did not wish to create unnecessary casualties here.
But….
“I will kill you.”
The killing intent woven into those words was genuine.
And at those words.
“….”
The entire Iron-Blooded Knights held their breath, their eyes fixed upon Arteon.

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