The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 333

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Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (333)
KWAAAAAAANG!
The entire mountain trembled.
Thick boulders cascaded down like rain, and a thunderous sound that seemed to tear through the eardrums spread outward in a delayed wave.
Crack, crack.
The fractured rock face split slowly and crumbled downward.
In that instant, the chaos that had filled the mine fell silent.
“….”
Morganteron’s footsteps halted.
He turned his head slowly.
His gaze fixed upon the eastern entrance of the mine.
Beyond the thick darkness, red flames flickered intermittently.
Between them.
KWANG!
SCREEEECH!
The sound of metal colliding and a destructive noise no human could produce erupted in succession.
“…So this was not the place.”
A voice, low and measured.
The originally anticipated entry route had been from the west.
A gentle slope, terrain suited for pushing troops through. Yet the sounds now reaching his ears came from an entirely different direction.
‘The east….’
That place was rough terrain where cliffs and gorges intertwined.
Let alone horses—even a person would struggle to find proper footing on such ground.
And yet, into such a place.
‘Could they have actually breached it?’
The memory of the earlier attempt at the eastern entrance, which had ended in major defeat, should have been vivid.
A brief silence.
The situation was indeed unfolding unfavorably, but such matters held no significance.
The corners of Morganteron’s mouth slowly rose.
“…They spare me the trouble of leaving.”
A sensation of blood boiling in his veins.
This battlefield was, after all, simple.
It was not a battle where thousands or tens of thousands of troops held meaning.
In the end….
‘The God of War of the Empire.’
The outcome hinged entirely on whether I could capture that one man or not.
Morganteron’s eyes narrowed.
Kakuurakun had fallen, and countless warriors had died without even leaving their names behind.
And Preldior.
The image of Barg Sraban, who had died there, flashed through his mind.
In the past, Sraban was someone with whom I shared considerable history.
Not only had I received the same seven Feather Tattoos from that person, but we had clashed multiple times in combat.
“…Sraban.”
Memories of him flashed through my mind with startling clarity.
The frenzied roar, the manifestation of the ‘Warrior’s Roar’ that had pushed against my very limits and consumed my life force.
Yet even employing that technique—one that devoured his own vitality—Sraban had failed to surpass me.
Moreover, was I not far stronger now than I had been then?
That certainty crystallized within me.
The Empire’s God of War….
‘I will kill him here.’
Gracekal Mine.
This place would become his tomb.
Morganteron then raised his Axe.
A crimson Red Aura clung sharply to the Axe Blade, glimmering with an ethereal light.
The Warriors watching could not help but swallow hard.
All of them understood.
The magnitude of power that Aura possessed.
An absolute realm that most Warriors, even those who had trained their entire lives, could never approach.
Those bearing seven Tattoos were the chosen among the gifted—beings with abilities that approached omnipotence itself.
Morganteron cast his gaze toward the eastern entrance of the Mine and spoke in a low voice.
“We enter the Mine now and slaughter those Imperial bastards inside.”
A brief utterance.
Yet those words were command, and for the Warriors, the beginning of war.
Morganteron continued.
“Once those guys are dead….”
Tension settled over his voice, now barely a whisper.
The Warriors’ attention converged upon him.
“This war ends.”
Morganteron’s eyes blazed with intensity.
“Kill them all.”
“Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
“Kraaaaaaaaaa!”
A tremendous roar—as if from beasts themselves—erupted forth, and the Warriors’ Morale surged.
As Morganteron and the Warriors moved toward the eastern entrance, a strange Killing Intent rapidly spread in their wake.
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Crack! Splinter!
The wooden palisade tore and fractured.
The balance maintained by thick logs collapsed with a single Impact.
Boom!
The battering ram struck again, and the already-widened Crack burst completely open.
Split wooden fragments scattered in all directions, and dust erupted like an explosion.
In that instant.
“The palisade is destroyed! We’re advancing inside!”
“Uaaaaaaaaaaa!”
A cry erupted from the vanguard, and the soldiers who had been waiting unleashed a unified roar.
The soldiers who had lowered the battering ram immediately raised their shields forward and advanced, gripping spears and swords.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Heavy footsteps shook the earth.
Beyond the shattered palisade.
The eyes of the Kar Tribe Warriors guarding that position trembled violently.
Clearly, nothing had changed.
‘How… how are they so fast…?’
‘It… it’s different…!’
They were defending in exactly the same manner as the previous battle.
No matter what countermeasures those bastards had devised, could things really change this much?
If that wasn’t it.
“These bastards… they deliberately didn’t break through last time, did they…?”
Confusion flooded his mind.
But there was no time to continue thinking.
“Stop them! Kill every last one of these Imperial dogs!”
Stopping those invaders who had entered their territory was what needed to be done now.
At the cry of the Advanced Warrior commanding the entrance, the warriors roared and charged forward.
Axes were raised, swords flashed.
The situation was clearly very different from before.
In the past, the Northern Region had always been the aggressor—the Kar Tribe attacking, the Empire defending against them.
But this battle was different in nature.
Not a conquest war to seize Northern lands.
“Don’t let a single one survive.”
A voice twisted with fury poured out.
Belkain’s eyes, fixed on the front, gleamed with lethal intent.
Not merely driving them back.
Total annihilation.
All those connected to his death would perish here.
Belkain pointed at the shattered front and spoke.
“There is no longer any need to fear the enemy’s warriors. If not for that one…”
Grind!
“This battle would already be over.”
Belkain spoke through clenched teeth.
And in that moment.
Rustle! Thud!
The Spear at the vanguard pierced through the Kar Tribe Warrior’s chest.
“Gahhh!”
Blood sprayed as the Kar Tribe Warrior’s body flew backward.
Agonized screams and groans erupted from all directions.
Crash!
The Shield Bearer at the front drove the Kar Tribe Warrior back.
“Push!”
“One, two!”
Thud!
With soldiers supporting from behind, the Shield Bearer formation moved like a single, immovable wall.
And with their momentum—
“Argh!”
The Kar Tribe Warrior who had been blocking the path and swinging his Axe was sent flying backward.
Another Kar Tribe Warrior’s eyes flashed at the sight, and he hurled himself toward the Shield Bearer.
“You will not pass this way!”
“Not a chance, you Empire vermin!”
Their attacks continued, each one made with the resolve to die.
Thud! Crash!
Yet their Axes were effortlessly blocked by the Shields.
Squelch!
“Kugh…!”
A Spear thrust from behind pierced into their flanks.
A chaotic Battlefield.
A place of confusion where a single moment of carelessness meant death.
Yet even in such a hellish Battlefield—
Squelch!
“Gahhhhh!”
“Screeeeeech!”
The Imperial Soldiers left no openings.
Their spacing was perfectly aligned.
They pushed the Kar Tribe Warriors back with coordinated force.
“Shields!”
Thud!</
Moving in perfect unison at the Officer's signal, they resembled a single colossal War Chariot in motion.
This Formation and its unity were the Empire's most terrifying strength—its true power.
"Advance!"
"Do not stop!"
"One, two!"
Crash!</
With their shout, the Shield Bearers sent those bastards flying once more as they pressed forward.
At the sight of this, the Kar Tribe Warriors swung their axes and launched their assault, but gradually found themselves in a situation where they could do nothing.
"These… these bastards…!"
"Hold the line! Don't let them through!"
And then…
Kuuuuuung!
As the Shield Bearers who had reached the end of the Narrow Pass pushed Them back one final time, the Imperial Army officer commanding the operation roared out loudly.
"Surround them and attack!"
"Kill them all! All of them!"
The Kar Tribe Warriors, who had always overwhelmed their enemies with fierce momentum, began to lose ground to the Imperial Soldiers' aura for the first time.
As the soldiers passed through the narrow entrance and emerged into a wider space, they rapidly spread out, encircling the Kar Tribe and forming their formation.
From above, it resembled a colossal beast opening its massive jaws wide to devour its prey.
As the battle at the entrance gradually drew to a close.
Craaack!
The Eastern sector of the Mine.
"Are you the one called the God of War, the Empire's warrior?"
Morganteron asked, looking at Arteon standing at the center of the Silent Spear Unit Members.
At a glance, an extraordinary aura emanated from him.
But…
'…This young-looking fellow…?'
While it was difficult to gauge the age of Empire warriors by their faces alone, this one appeared far younger than expected.
Yet to Morganteron's question.
Swiftly.
Arteon lifted his head and spoke.
"I have but one question."
"…?"
As Arteon extended his hand backward, Isaac handed over Belkain's coat that he had been holding.
Torn in places and stained with blood, the coat caused Morganteron's brow to furrow.
Arteon asked.
"Did you kill the one who wore this coat?"
A chill settled over the tension.
A quiet silence pressed down upon the Training Ground for a moment. At that, Morganteron raised his axe.
"What of it?"
"…That's all I needed to know."
Shing.
Arteon gripped his Spear and gazed upon Morganteron and the Kar Tribe Warriors behind him.
With just this one answer.
"You all have more than sufficient reason to die."
Killing intent blazed forth from Arteon's eyes.
Fuaaaaaaaaaack!
In that instant.
"…!"
"Hah, hah!"
The Kar Tribe Warriors watching Arteon gasped and flinched.
Those of lower realms went pale, and without realizing it, they retreated several steps backward.
The moment an apex predator bares its fangs.
There was nothing they could do.
Their frozen bodies refused to move properly, and even breathing became a struggle.
And….
"…Indeed."
Morganteron's expression had turned rigid as stone.
Now I finally understood why Berkal had been so cautious.
'But that doesn't change the outcome.'
Morganteron drew up his Mana and reinforced his body. At the same moment.
Kuguguguguguguguung!
A crimson Aura surged into the Axe gripped in his hand with tremendous momentum, and the surrounding air began to tremble.
Morganteron spoke, facing Arteon.
"I will kill you in this place…!"
Flit!
But Morganteron's words could not reach their end.
Something came flying at him with sudden speed, forcing him to jerk his head back desperately to evade.
Drip.
A crimson line of blood trickled down Morganteron's right cheek.
"Silence."
Arteon, facing him, spoke.
The golden sparks that had been flowing from his body erupted with fierce intensity.
Step.
Arteon moved forward and spoke.
"I have no words for a man about to die."
Arteon's Spear Blade extended toward him.
"Everyone fall back. And…."
Kuung!
Golden light burst forth, and the ground cracked and split beneath Arteon's feet.
Along with a compression so immense it defied description.
"Don't think you'll die easily."
Thud!
Immediately after, Arteon's body form surged toward Morganteron.

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