The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 33

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (33)

“Advance! Push them back! If we just break through the entrance, this gorge will be ours!”

Belkain’s roar echoed across the battlefield like that of an ogre.

His mana-infused command was instantly transmitted to the soldiers.

“Kill! Kill! Kill them all!”

“We just need to break through here! Push forward!”

With the supreme commander joining the battlefield, the Imperial Army’s morale soared to the heavens.

Crash!

“Argh!”

“Gah!”

The shield bearers at the front pressed their large tower shields close to their bodies and rammed straight into the Kar Tribe Warriors.

The enemies’ blades pierced between the shields, cutting flesh, but no one wavered.

“Smash them!”

“Haaaaaaah!”

The front line where the Empire’s soldiers and Kar Tribe’s warriors clashed was truly drenched in blood and consumed by madness.

In this battlefield of death where one could not stand without courage, the soldiers bloomed with new hope.

Perhaps if they could seize this gorge.

Perhaps if they could win this battle.

Their war too might finally come to an end.

And in this tense situation, Belkain quickly assessed the surrounding circumstances.

‘These guys… did they really pull off something this absurd?’

It was only thirty men.

Thirty soldiers had not only conducted reconnaissance but had entered the gorge and accomplished this tremendous feat.

Belkain looked at the Kar Tribe Warriors on the wall near the entrance.

‘…Did they eliminate all the archers on the walls?’

Whether they had eliminated them all or were still fighting wasn’t entirely clear.

However, the important thing was that there were no attacks coming from the enemy forces positioned on the walls.

Belkain spoke.

“All enemy archers have been suppressed! If we just break through those bastards in front of us, victory is ours!”

Boom!

His mana-infused voice echoed across the battlefield.

“Kill them all!”

“Uaaaaaaah!”

Morale for allies.

“Th-the archers positioned on the walls have been suppressed?!”

“Reinforcements! When are the reinforcements coming?!”

Terror for enemies.

The balance of the battlefield, tangled with all sorts of emotions, began to gradually tilt toward the Imperial soldiers.

The total number of Kar Tribe members in the entire gorge was less than 1,000.

Even then, due to the canyon wall that Arteon had destroyed, the Kar Tribe forces deployed at the front were only about 500.

Even with the geographical advantage, the number of troops was inevitably insufficient.

Moreover, those forces couldn’t be concentrated entirely on the front of the gorge alone.

Braktus bit his lips tightly in this precarious situation that seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

‘How on earth…’

How had things come to this?

Surely they had not been careless.

They had heightened all their senses, strengthened their vigilance, and stayed awake through the dawn with sleepless eyes.

“Really… did they cross over the Eastern Canyon wall?”

To do that, they would have had to cross a river with tremendous currents.

‘If they had made such preparations, we couldn’t have missed it.’

But suddenly.

“…Don’t tell me they crossed that place with their bare bodies?”

Braktus trembled as if struck by lightning.

If they had really crossed with their bare bodies without any equipment, it seemed possible that they might not have noticed.

Crack!

Blood trickled down from his tightly bitten lips.

Though he couldn’t properly grasp the situation, maintaining this balance before his eyes was most important right now.

“Destroy the gorge entrance! Take position on top of their walls and repel the Imperial soldiers climbing up!”

Braktus pulled out his last resort.

He planned to buy time by blocking the path between the gorges that allowed passage through the gorge.

If those bastards climbed up the sloped side paths of the gorge, he could face them from positions secured in advance.

In mountain terrain, those positioned higher inevitably had the advantage.

But at Braktus’s command.

“Think we’ll just let you do that?”

“…?”

Braktus turned his head at the sound coming from behind.

Quite sharp eyes.

A sturdy build with developed muscles visible despite being covered by armor.

Someone who clearly possessed extraordinary skills at first glance.

Braktus asked.

“Imperial dog, state your name.”

“Isaac Duraik. What’s your name?”

“Brave Kar Tribe Red Commander, Braktus.”

“Red Commander?”

Isaac’s eyebrows twitched.

The Kar Tribe was classified into lower warriors, middle warriors, and upper warriors according to the number of tattoos they possessed.

But above them were beings called ‘Commanders.’

They were classified by color into Red, Blue, White, and Black, with the supreme ruler ‘King’ above them.

But if he was a Red Commander.

‘…At least 4th Star level.’

Upon reaching 4th Star, one could transcend simply utilizing mana and manifest aura.

A being with overwhelming force capable of killing over a hundred soldiers in an instant.

Considering that the other unit members except Isaac were just slightly above 1st Star…

“This won’t be easy.”

“Don’t get cocky, Imperial dog. You bastards can’t possibly face me.”

Braktus drew the two-handed sword from behind his back.

The blade alone was well over a meter long, and its width was three to four times that of an ordinary sword.

It was a weapon specialized for destruction rather than cutting.

Braktus said.

“Our warriors positioned on the canyon walls are still intact. If you bastards are here, the main force of your bastards advancing from the entrance will be in danger.”

“Don’t worry, the right wall has already been largely dealt with… and your warriors positioned on the left canyon wall will soon be dealt with too.”

“Do you really think so? The brave upper warrior Turak is climbing the left canyon wall. Your comrades who snuck in like rats will all die, and the Empire’s main force will never be able to enter the gorge.”

Braktus spoke as if making a declaration.

But then.

“Upper warrior? Ridiculous. Do you think that level can stop the guy who went to the left canyon wall?”

“…?”

Suddenly Braktus’s eyebrows twitched.

Unless it was someone at the level of this Imperial bastard Isaac before his eyes, they wouldn’t be able to face Turak.

‘There can’t be… multiple guys like this.’

Wouldn’t he have known if that were the case?

But looking at such Braktus, Isaac said.

“You must already know how we entered this place.”

“…Don’t tell me, you crossed the river below the eastern canyon?”

“That’s right. With our bare bodies at that. And the guy who made that possible… went to the left canyon.”

“…”

“So just accept it calmly. That this place…”

Sring.

“Will become your grave.”

With those words, Isaac and the unit members began their attack, surrounding Braktus in a semicircle.

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Clang clang clang clang clang!

Sparks flew intensely with the rotating movement pivoting on his right foot.

The relentless continuous attack was enough to make the opponent feel dizzy.

‘Really… is such an attack possible with a spear?’

Clearly, a spear was a medium-to-long range weapon.

When there was distance, it could be more threatening than any other weapon, but…

‘To have such destructive power when stuck this close…!’

Turak, who had been retreating, bit his lips tightly.

Because Arteon’s fierce attack continued longer than expected without ending.

However…

‘In terms of strength, I… am far superior.’

If it became a proper one-on-one fight, he was confident he could immediately smash that guy’s head.

And Arteon knew this fact as well.

‘More… more… more…!’

Though he was attacking fiercely, it was Arteon who was impatient.

He was using his limited mana as efficiently as possible, but to pressure Turak, he had to consume much more mana.

Clang!

Arteon’s mana flickered slightly as he rotated and attacked with the spear slung over his shoulder.

Because Arteon’s mana was already running low.

‘…Now.’

It was impossible to pressure him any further.

He absolutely had to create one opening that could expose the guy’s weakness here.

‘It might be somewhat dangerous, but…’

Grip.

Arteon grasped the spear shaft tightly.

And…

Swoosh!

He twisted his body to the guy’s left and lifted the spear shaft powerfully.

Whoooosh, clang!

“…!”

With the intense strike, Turak’s body staggered.

A definite blow different from before.

“Damn…!”

Turak had not retreated even against the dizzyingly fast continuous attacks.

He who had been holding out with confidence that he wouldn’t be overpowered in strength was knocked back for the first time.

Crack!

And that fact strongly wounded Turak’s pride.

“You damn rookie bastard!”

Turak swung his sword powerfully from bottom to top.

Because it seemed like the momentum would shift as it was.

But at that moment.

‘Now…!’

When Turak’s movement became large.

Step!

Arteon, who had been attacking relentlessly, quickly retreated two steps with a back step.

Then Turak’s sword cut through empty air.

“Hyaaah!”

Shwiiiiiiing!

Arteon, gripping the end of the spear shaft, thrust the spear aiming for Turak’s heart.

Swoosh!

Turak twisted his body and barely dodged, but the spear grazed his chest area and red blood dripped onto the canyon floor.

“You, you damn bastard…”

It wasn’t a serious wound.

If he had to describe it, it was just a slight scratch?

But seeing the blood flowing from his chest, Turak’s eyes twisted with rage.

Because he never thought he would be wounded by such a young guy.

And Arteon looked at Turak with a calm expression.

‘As a high-level warrior, his pride must be extremely strong.’

Though it couldn’t be called a fatal wound to the guy, this should shake him up a little.

‘Be shaken… be more shaken than now.’p>

If he coldly compared their strength superiority, Turak was about one move… no, about ‘half a move’ ahead of Arteon.

If he maintained his style and fought calmly, it would be nearly impossible for Arteon to defeat Turak.

That’s why shaking the guy up was more important than anything.

And now.

“I’ll kill you!”

The excited Turak shouted loudly and charged toward Arteon.

The momentum of mana bursting from the guy’s sword fiercely covered all directions.

Though his momentum had grown stronger.

“…Whew.”

It seemed like he had gained some breathing room instead.

Arteon had been continuously attacking and his mana had already dropped to the bottom.

‘…Did it work?’

The strategy of stimulating the guy with a proper single blow rather than pressuring him through continuous attacks had succeeded.

Turak’s movements had become larger.

‘The larger his movements become…’

The easier it becomes to find the guy’s openings.

And Turak concentrated mana into his sword while emanating strong killing intent.

‘Just once.’

He just needed to dodge this attack.

Arteon pulled his right foot back about half a step and lowered his stance.

Having fought the Kar Tribe for a long time, Arteon could predict.

‘The guy’s next attack will definitely…’

“Die!”

Kuaaaaaaang!

The concentrated mana was discharged in an instant, covering the area where Arteon had been.

Discharging mana to blow away the surroundings so that the guy absolutely couldn’t dodge.

This was the method Turak had chosen.

And that decision was certain.

“Kekeke, did his body get torn apart and fall to the ground?”

The place where Arteon had been standing was completely ruined.

The ground he had been standing on had collapsed, and traces of mana’s sword wind were scattered all over the surrounding walls.

However….

“Thank you for moving exactly as I expected.”

“…!”

A voice coming from directly above.

The moment Turak flinched and raised his head to look at the sky.

“Inoooooooom!”

Thwack!

Arteon’s spear pierced through Turak’s gaping mouth and penetrated his body.

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