The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 294

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Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (294)
Belotian’s cavalry unit continued to tear across the battlefield with savage intensity.
The deeper they drove into the heart of the Imperial Army’s central encampment, the more soldiers materialized across the ground.
Yet strangely, they no longer fought with the desperate ferocity of their initial defense.
Belotian’s eyes narrowed.
At first, they had parted ranks to let him through, but then their formations suddenly tightened, blocking his path ahead.
In that same instant, arrows began raining down from all directions.
Whiiiish!
Whiiiiish!
Dozens, hundreds of arrows tore through the air in a deadly cascade.
The mounted knights raised their shields, deflecting the projectiles.
“Forward shields!”
“Maintain speed!”
But Belotian’s gaze was fixed elsewhere entirely.
‘Something is amiss.’
This tactic was far from ordinary.
At this distance, there was every chance the arrows would catch their own troops in the crossfire.
Yet the Imperial Army showed no restraint with their barrage.
Moreover, heavily armored shield bearers blocked the strategic pass ahead.
It felt less like a simple defense and more like deliberate herding.
Belotian’s lips twisted into a sneer.
“How tedious.”
Belotian’s eyes turned glacial.
The thought crossed his mind to simply crush them all and be done with it.
What were these foot soldiers with their shields compared to his assault? They were no more than paper.
But…
“Hah.”
Belotian exhaled softly and swiftly scanned the surrounding battlefield.
This was not the moment to waste strength on mere emotion.
‘Where is it?’
Belotian heightened his senses and swept his perception across the field. That was when he felt it.
“…?!”
From the formation of those heavily armored shield bearers blocking the strategic pass, he sensed something.
It was only for an instant, but he detected a vast presence distinctly different from ordinary soldiers.
Belotian’s eyes flashed with cold clarity.
‘Whatever scheme they’re plotting…’
Belotian wheeled his mount sideways, shifting his approach.
“Whatever you’ve prepared, I’ll smash it to pieces! We move this way!”
“Yes!”
The cavalry surged forward behind Belotian, charging directly toward where the Imperial Army’s heavily armored infantry held their ground.
It was as though he were crashing into a colossal wall itself.
“Open a passage!”
“Scatter left and right!”
The formation of Infantry blocking Belotian’s path swiftly split apart to both sides.
And in that instant.
Whoosh!
Six shadows erupted from the widened gap.
Crash!
A sudden burst of Aura exploded outward.
And a gleaming sword strike.
Belotian reflexively raised his Sword to meet it.
Clang!
A tremendous Impact surged up through his arm.
His horse twisted violently and stumbled backward several paces.
“…!”
Belotian’s eyes widened for the first time.
‘Just now…?’
He lifted his gaze to look directly ahead.
Six men now blocked his path.
Some wore black Armor with helmets pressed deep upon their heads, while others stood in well-crafted combat coats and shoulder guards.
At a glance, these were no ordinary Warriors.
Judging by the Aura flowing from their bodies.
‘At minimum… 5-Star Level or higher.’
And at their center.
The red-haired man whose crimson locks danced in the wind stood apart from the others.
His cold, piercing gaze fixed directly upon Belotian.
Belotian’s expression hardened.
“What is your name?”
Then the red-haired man stepped forward.
“Kailun.”
He spoke tersely.
And Kailun raised his Sword.
In that moment, Silence fell between the two.
Kailun’s gaze remained fixed upon Belotian.
“From this point forward.”
His voice resonated low and grave.
“You shall advance no further.”
The air of the Battlefield grew heavy and oppressive.
Belotian’s eyes gradually turned cold and sharp.
So the Imperial Army soldiers had been opening a path and minimizing casualties until now….
Was it because of those bastards?
Since soldiers alone couldn’t mount a defense, I had drawn them into my own battlefield and entrusted the defense to them.
Whoosh.
Belotian lifted his head.
If he truly believed in them.
“That operation is a failure, you arrogant Imperial dogs.”
All this time, beneath the vast shadow of the Empire, they must have believed themselves supreme.
But now those bastards would face judgment.
“Attempting to stop me with merely six 5-Star Level Warriors?”
Uuuuuuuung!
Immediately, a brilliant blue Aura blazed forth from Belotian’s Sword.
And with it came the flash of his eyes.
Belotian spoke with contempt, glaring at the six Warriors blocking his path.
“I shall slay every last one of you here.”
With those words, Belotian kicked his horse forward and charged toward them.
* * *
A heavy tension hung over the Imperial Command Post where Belkain stood.
The flow of battle unfolding across the Map had long since transcended the stage of mere troop-on-troop combat.
Flags moved in countless places, and Messengers rushed back and forth with breathless urgency, relaying the situation.
From afar came the clash of metal, shouts, and the intermittent wail of Horns, conveying the chaos of the Battlefield.
Each time those sounds reached the Command Post, the expressions of those standing there grew increasingly taut.
Moments later, Claw, who stood beside Belkain, spoke.
“…Can they truly hold them back?”
It was a brief question.
But the weight behind those words was far from light.
The enemy they now had to stop was no ordinary Unit.
It was a cavalry force led by a 7-Star Level Warrior representing an entire Kingdom.
Claw’s gaze turned toward Belkain.
But Belkain offered no answer.
He merely gazed silently toward the direction where the Battlefield lay.
The Battlefield visible from atop the Hill where the Command Post stood was heaving like a colossal wave.
The movements of troops tangled together, creating a massive flow, and within it, countless lives collided.
A moment of silence passed.
Then Belkain slowly opened his mouth.
“…If one cannot trust the Comrades fighting alongside him.”
His voice was low but resolute.
“How could this war possibly be won?”
Claw’s gaze wavered for a moment.
Belkain’s words were not mere encouragement.
It was already decided, and the Order had been given.
And with that command, hadn’t they already marched onto the battlefield?
Doubting and worrying here wouldn’t change the outcome.
Those who were already risking their lives based on his judgment.
He couldn’t know how the results would unfold, but for now, all he could do was trust them and wait.
Belkain’s words made the air inside the command post grow heavier.
Tension etched itself across the faces of the officers monitoring the battle situation from their positions.
Messengers rushed in with reports, while others marked them on the map and prepared new orders.
Belkain slowly clenched his fist.
Tight.
Sinews bulged across the back of his hand, exposed above his armor.
There wasn’t much he could do right now.
In fact, it was fair to say there was almost nothing.
As a commander, he could issue countless orders, but this moment was different.
The battle unfolding in the heart of the battlefield could only be decided by those present there.
Because he understood this truth better than anyone, Belkain couldn’t speak.
Soon, Belkain’s gaze slowly shifted toward the formation of the Allied Forces.
Within the vast tide of troops, someone was surely dying even at this very moment.
To ensure even a little less of their blood would spill….
‘I’m counting on you.’
A quiet prayer flowed from his heart.
Wind blowing from the hill shook the command post’s flag violently.
Carried on that wind, Belkain’s fervent wish spread far across the sky above the battlefield.
* * *
The noise of the battlefield faded away.
In Arteon’s vision, only one person remained.
Rasion.
Their weapons clashed relentlessly, sending sparks flying.
Clang!
Rasion twisted his shield, deflecting Arteon’s spear.
If he blocked that bastard’s attack head-on, his left arm would be torn clean off along with the shield.
That’s why he had to redirect the attack no matter what.
But….
‘Insane…!’
Even after dispersing more than half of that bastard’s destructive force, the impact still made his entire body shudder.
Rasion bit his lip firmly and swung his sword toward Arteon.
If he kept blocking that bastard’s attacks, his entire body would shatter.
‘I have to attack no matter what…!’
Rasion’s sword dug upward from below.
A sharp trajectory aimed at Arteon’s abdomen.
It was an attack targeting that subtle opening when that bastard’s balance crumbled right after his Thrusting was deflected.
Yet Arteon subtly bent his spear shaft, deflecting Rasion’s attack with effortless grace.
“…!”
In that instant, Rasion’s pupils trembled violently.
He had believed this would be a fight worth attempting to some degree.
Defeating him would be impossible, but he had thought he could at least catch him off guard.
Yet….
‘Is… is the gap truly this vast…?’
The longer I fought Arteon alone without Belotian, the only sensations that overwhelmed me were an abyss-like disparity and nothing but despair.
‘Against such a monster….’
Had I truly believed I could hold him back until Belotian eliminated the enemy commander?
Grrgh!
Rasion clenched his molars with brutal force.
Even within the Kingdom, I ranked among the top three in martial prowess.
No, it was not merely a matter of comparison—it would be no exaggeration to say I was the strongest.
Yet I was experiencing such helplessness?
“This is absolute nonsenseeeeeeee!”
Rasion roared defiantly against the situation, charging toward Arteon with a thunderous cry.
“Haaaaagh!”
Rasion drove his sword and shield forward simultaneously, unleashing a torrent of brutal attacks.
His swordplay, which had maintained a stable balance between defense and offense, transformed in an instant.
Clang! Clang!
With each collision of spear and shield, weighty shockwaves rippled outward.
It resembled witnessing Belotian’s tempestuous assault techniques.
At this, Arteon’s gaze grew cold and measured.
Clang! Boom! Boom! Boom!
At first glance, it appeared Rasion had seized the initiative and was pressing forward relentlessly.
‘…Has he finally crumbled?’
To Arteon’s eyes, his openings were devastatingly apparent.
Whoosh.
Arteon withdrew his body lightly backward, his spear descending low.
Rasion’s gaze followed that movement.
“Do you think you can escape me!”
Believing Arteon had retreated from his relentless barrage, Rasion intensified his momentum even further.
And that was precisely the moment.
Thud!
Arteon’s retreating foot surged forward half a beat ahead.
Simultaneously, Iglis flashed with golden brilliance, extending outward.
Crash!
The shield received the full brunt of the impact head-on, buckling severely, and Rasion’s arm was wrenched upward.
Rasion’s pupils trembled violently at the situation that had unfolded in an instant.
‘What… what is this…?’
But that thought never reached its conclusion.
Screeeech!
As the Iglis scraped across Rasion’s shield, grazing past him in that instant.
Thud.
A heavy sensation traveled up through my fingertips.
Disturbance flickered across Rasion’s eyes.
And his gaze slowly fell downward.
“….”
His chest.
Arteon’s Spear had pierced completely through it.
Then fragments of the shattered Shield fell to the ground.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Blood streamed from Rasion’s mouth.
“Ah….”
His body swayed.
Strength drained from his entire frame, and his legs gave way.
Thud.
The ground trembled softly as Rasion dropped to both knees.
An unbelievable… situation.
And the Knights who witnessed this cried out loudly.
“General Rasion!”
“The General…!”
Their cries mingled shock and fury.
But before their shouts could end, dark shadows descended upon them.
The Silent Spear Battalion.
“Now!”
“Push through!”
Their movements flowed as one.
When one attacked, the second drove through the opening, and the third expanded that gap with a devastating strike.
“Gaaahhhhh!”
A Knight screamed and fell.
A Spear driven from behind had pierced his waist.
“You… you bastards!”
Another Knight swung his Sword in fury.
But it was already too late.
Two blocked his Sword simultaneously, and in that moment, a third Blade slashed across his neck.
Slash.
Blood scattered into the air.
The Knight Order was comprised entirely of warriors at the 3-Star Grade or higher.
Judging by their individual realms, the Silent Spear Battalion members were far outmatched.
Yet they knew how to fight as one.
When one warrior joined another, they didn’t produce the strength of two—they unleashed the power of three.
When two pairs converged, they could manifest the force of six.
The battle line crumbled in an instant.
As the knights began falling one after another, the Allied Forces soldiers witnessing this spectacle erupted in chaos.
“The Knight Order is… being pushed back!”
“Impossible…!”
That was when it happened.
“Silent Spear Battalion!”
A voice rang out across the battlefield like a bell.
Every eye turned toward the same point.
It was Arteon.
Blood dripped slowly from his spear.
His gaze, cold and settled, fixed forward.
“Charge formation.”
A terse command.
But the moment those words left his lips.
Whoosh! Thundering footsteps!
The Silent Spear Battalion moved as one.
Arteon at the vanguard.
Behind him, the formation narrowed into a triangle.
Like a single colossal spear.
“Charge!”
Boom!
Dozens of feet struck the ground in perfect synchronization.
With that, the Silent Spear Battalion became a spear once more, tearing through the enemy’s formation as they surged forward.
Their objective was singular.
The Allied Forces’ command post.
Before the enemy’s blade could reach our heart.
We would end this first.
The Empire’s sharpest spear had begun its advance toward the very heart of the Allied Forces.

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