The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 296

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Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (296)
“UAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Deep within the Imperial Army’s formation.
A roar erupted from that place, sweeping across the entire battlefield.
A shout that seemed to surge upward from the depths of one’s chest, burning with fierce intensity.
At that sound, not only Arteon on the battlefield but all the Silent Spear Battalion members turned their gaze toward it.
“What is it? Did they succeed?”
“Could it be… they killed a 7-Star Level warrior?”
The eyes of the Silent Spear Battalion members trembled greatly.
It felt almost as though they had achieved victory in the war itself.
And….
A faint smirk.
The corner of Arteon’s mouth, running at the vanguard, lifted slightly.
I couldn’t know how it was done.
‘…They did it.’
Arteon’s gaze turned forward once more.
If I can just break through here… it’s over.
Arteon swung his spear toward the soldiers blocking their path.
Now that even the two remaining 7-Star Level warriors had vanished.
There was nothing left that could stop Arteon.
Crash!
“Gack!”
“Aaaagh!”
In a single strike, roughly twenty soldiers were sent flying, blood spraying from their mouths.
For them, blocking Arteon’s spear was simply an impossible task from the start.
And in the moment the path opened.
“Found it.”
Arteon’s gaze fixed upon the carriage ahead.
The Allied Forces’ Command Post.
Surrounded by ironclad security, countless troops formed thick formations.
And at the center of it all.
At a glance, it was clearly the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces.
And Marcelo, too, watched Arteon rushing toward him with a hardened expression.
“…That monster.”
The beast of the battlefield.
So he’s finally reached this far.
Marcelo, seeing Arteon arrive right before his eyes, shouted loudly.
“Strike him down!”
What in the world did General Rasion do?
How could that bastard breach the defensive line and arrive here completely unscathed?
“R, run away!”
“Aaaaaahhhhh!”
The commanders of the Seranello Kingdom and Kalpol Kingdom who stood beside Marcelo screamed and wheeled their horses around.
The welfare of their soldiers and subordinates had already ceased to matter to them.
Arteon, who had appeared so suddenly, was calamity and terror incarnate.
“Th, this cowardice…!”
Marcelo could not hide his shock as he watched the two commanders turn and flee without hesitation.
He had never imagined they would abandon him so utterly, without a moment’s doubt.
Marcelo himself cried out urgently.
“T, turn the carriage! We retreat!”
But it was already too late.
Boom!
Arteon kicked off the ground and launched himself into the air.
In an instant, the sunlight overhead dimmed, and through the shadow, a golden eye flash gleamed with terrible sharpness.
“Release it.”
His voice, chilling and hollow, pierced through Marcelo’s eardrums.
At his words.
‘Wh, what…?’
Marcelo’s pupils trembled violently, and seeing this, Arteon spoke.
“The price… for insulting the Empire.”
“Ugh, ugggghhhhh!”
Marcelo desperately drew his sword and swung it toward Arteon.
But before his blade could even complete its arc.
Thwack!
Iglis pierced through his throat.
His body convulsed, and the sword in his grip slowly fell to the ground.
Clang.
“Ugh…kh…!”
Blood gushed forth in torrents, and a wheezing sound escaped like wind through a crack.
An expression of utter disbelief.
Could this war truly….
‘Could I….’
be defeated.
It had been a war waged with the pride of his forces and three 7-Star Level warriors at his side.
It might have been difficult to face the entire Empire.
‘Against merely… twenty thousand with only a handful of warriors… an army….’
To fall so pathetically.
Soldiers and soldiers.
There had been no proper clash at all.
It had been nothing but a few flourishes of the warriors’ blades.
But Marcelo understood as well.
After all, he too had served as a commander on the battlefield for a very long time.
Wars involving 6-Star Level warriors and above were always decided by their prowess.
And 7-Star Level warriors need not even be mentioned.
A single swing of the sword could fell dozens.
A few more swings, and hundreds of soldiers would fall—monsters in human form, were they not?
In such circumstances, the existence of an 8-Star Level warrior could, by its very presence alone, determine the victor of the battlefield.
Perhaps this death too,
“Kgh…!”
had already been foreseen.
Scrape!
Arteon twisted his spear and swept it sideways in one fluid motion.
The light vanished completely from Marcelo’s eyes as he clung to his final breath, and his head tumbled to the ground with a dull thud.
Arteon drove his spear through Marcelo’s severed head and raised it high into the air.
Then he cried out across the battlefield.
“The Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces is dead!”
His voice shook the entire battlefield.
“The war is over!”
“Uaaaaaaaaaaa!”
“Waaaaaaaaa!”
The Silent Spear Battalion members beside Arteon raised their weapons high and erupted in explosive cheers.
With that, the soldiers in the Allied Forces camp fell into complete chaos.
“The, the Commander…!”
“The Supreme Commander is dead!”
Cries of despair tore through the air.
A situation where nothing could be done either way.
All the commanders had fled, and the tens of thousands of soldiers left behind could only watch the Imperial Army’s general celebrating victory.
But from the center of it all,
Boom!
Arteon’s golden Aura exploded once more.
He leveled his spear toward the Allied Forces soldiers.
“Drop your weapons at once and prostrate yourselves on the ground.
His voice rang out cold and sharp.
His eyes gleamed with intensity, crushing tens of thousands of soldiers beneath his will alone.
“Those who surrender will be spared. However… if even one of you resists, none will find it easy to keep their lives.”
A moment of silence.
As the oppressive weight pressed down upon their shoulders,
Clang.
One soldier lowered his sword.
Then another.
Another one.
In an instant, countless soldiers of the Allied Forces abandoned their weapons.
Thud.
The sound of knees striking the ground filled the battlefield.
Thousands of soldiers dropped to their knees in succession.
With this.
The Allied Forces, centered around the Ermatir Kingdom, collapsed entirely.
At last, the war between the Kaerbaldt Kingdom and the Ermatir Kingdom over the southern territories of the Empire had come to a complete end.
‘Then….’
Now, only the Neolth Kingdom in the east remained?
Arteon turned his gaze eastward.
What winds might be blowing there, I could not say.
‘…Orders will come soon.’
Once this news reached the Central Command, they would surely make their next move.
For now, savoring this victory was the priority.
Arteon turned his body around.
“Let us return to our allied formation.”
“Yes!”
Though tens of thousands of soldiers were surrounded in enemy territory, none stood to oppose them.
And it was only days after the southern war had ended.
Far away in the Imperial Capital.
Within the Conference Room of the Imperial Palace.
Sedrian was receiving a battle report alongside his ministers.
Then the door suddenly burst open as a soldier rushed in urgently.
“Your Majesty!”
“Has word arrived?”
“What is the outcome?!”
All had been waiting for news from the southern battlefield.
Even with an 8-Star Level warrior like Arteon in motion, the enemy consisted of three allied kingdoms with overwhelming troop numbers.
It was a situation where one could not claim absolute certainty of victory.
But the soldier bearing the news laughed loudly, his voice trembling as he cried out.
“Sir Arteon has slain the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces!”
At that moment.
Clench.
Sedrian and the ministers present unconsciously clenched their fists.
This victory was no ordinary triumph.
Despite occurring in the darkest of times, it was a momentous stride that could proclaim the Empire’s greatness across the entire continent.
To this, Sedrian spoke.
“Please convey my gratitude for his efforts. And….”
Now only the Neolth Kingdom in the east remained.
In a manner of speaking, they left only a faint footprint compared to the Kaerbaldt Kingdom and Ermatir Kingdom in the south.
‘Still, I cannot allow such a precedent to stand.’
I had to make them understand the gravity of drawing a blade against the Empire itself.
But that was the moment.
“Your Majesty!”
“…What is the matter?”
At the sight of a soldier rushing urgently into the conference room, the ministers present turned their attention to him.
The soldier swallowed hard before speaking.
“An envoy delegation from the Neolth Kingdom has… arrived at the Capital.”
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The conference room of the Neolth Kingdom, situated deep within the Royal Palace, was saturated with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.
Candlelight from the candelabras lining the walls flickered dimly, casting long shadows across the lengthy table.
Those seated on both sides of the table understood one thing clearly.
This was no mere diplomatic negotiation.
The balance of power across the Continent was shifting.
Fortserk Berka, the Prime Minister of the Neolth Kingdom, regarded the man seated across from him with deliberate slowness.
He was Lucar Venter, a special envoy from the Kaerbaldt Kingdom.
Lucar had ridden without rest for days to arrive here.
The weariness of the Battlefield still clung heavily to his features.
After a brief silence, Fortserk Berka spoke.
“…How could you not know.”
His voice was low.
Lucar closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them.
And slowly shook his head.
“Once you face him, there is no way not to understand.”
Brief words, yet they carried within them the terror felt upon the Battlefield.
Fortserk Berka’s eyes narrowed.
“To that extent?”
Lucar did not answer.
Instead, his mind recalled the Imperial warrior who had invaded the Kingdom not long ago.
Each time he swung his Spear, a radiant Aura burst forth.
That light was, to the Kingdom’s soldiers, akin to the light of death itself.
Shield walls crumbled with a single strike, and Knights fell.
Hundreds of soldiers before him were nothing more than scarecrows.
Lucar spoke quietly, recalling that scene.
“Unless warriors of comparable caliber emerge… the Empire’s advance cannot be halted for at least fifty years.”
The atmosphere in the conference room grew heavier still.
Fortserk Berka’s fingers, which had been tapping the table, ceased their motion.
“Even if all the Kingdoms of the Continent united as one?”
A brief silence.
Lucar Venter paused in thought.
But eventually, he nodded slowly.
“…Perhaps.”
The moment those words left his lips, the expressions of several ministers in the Conference Room hardened.
A power that even all the kingdoms of the Continent united could not stop.
It meant only one thing.
The era was changing.
Fortserk Berka exhaled deeply.
He was a politician.
Though he had never drawn a sword on the Battlefield, he was more skilled than anyone at reading the currents of the world.
And now he was certain.
This battle was already coming to an end.
The only question was when it would collapse.
“So this decision was…a masterstroke of fate, then.”
It was an absurd choice.
Then Lucar Venter, standing before him, spoke.
“This debt must be repaid properly. As you know, we too are in a precarious position.”
“A transaction that wagered the very survival of the Kingdom. Without you, the development of the Kaerbaldt Kingdom would have been delayed by fifty years.”
Fortserk Berka drew a bitter smile.
It was undeniable that they were in a disadvantageous position lacking another kingdom’s support.
Soon after, Lucar Venter rose from his seat.
“We have merely overcome a great crisis. There is still far too much to be done. Until then…I hope we will not stab each other in the back.”
“I share that wish.”
As Fortserk Berka rose and extended his hand, Lucar Venter grasped it firmly.
Two kingdoms with no common border, yet in this moment they had chosen to aid one another.
And now that the Kaerbaldt Kingdom and Ermatir Kingdom had fallen.
What the Neort Kingdom had offered to the Empire was none other than….
The head of the Second Prince, Marcello Neorath.

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