The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 345

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Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (345)
Wind sweeping down from Icicle Red Gorge scoured the Battlefield before the City Gate.
Arrows poured through the air, their impacts mingling with the dull thuds of shafts striking shields and the wet sounds of steel piercing flesh.
In the heart of the Battlefield, where the Smell of Blood grew ever thicker.
Gormak charged forward wielding his signature Giant Axe, driving straight toward the front of Aikuled Fortress’s City Gate.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
His footfalls were heavy and brutal.
With each step, the Ground sank beneath him, and clouds of earth and stone scattered in his wake.
The Axe, suffused with crimson light, swept through the air with such force that it created a powerful wind pressure, scattering the arrows before him.
Gormak’s gaze fixed upon the City Gate.
‘…Still not here.’
My eyes narrowed.
Compared to Rakjen’s usual pace, this was somewhat slow.
But then again….
‘That ghostly bastard….’
Who would have thought he’d attempt to scale that towering Wall and slip directly inside?
It was precisely this kind of cunning that made him the weakest among the Great Warriors, yet somehow the most respected.
But then it happened.
Whoooooooosh!
A red Signal Flare erupted from within the Fortress, its crimson Trajectory streaking across the night sky.
My eyes tracked its path.
‘…A Signal Flare?’
I couldn’t discern what it meant.
But launching something like that in this situation—didn’t it mean those bastards had prepared something?
Yet regardless.
“No matter what you do, it’s useless, you Empire vermin.”
Gormak muttered low, then bellowed toward his Warriors.
“The City Gate will open soon! Increase your speed!”
Certainty rang in those words.
Now that Rakjen was in motion, a mere City Gate would open in moments.
And the instant the gate opened and they poured inside.
‘The War is over.’
I would reclaim the lost Aikuled and drive the Empire’s dogs back across the Gorge.
No—I would seize even the Camp on the opposite side of the Gorge and carve open a path leading into the Empire itself.
Gormak drove his body directly into the downpour of arrows.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Arrows struck his Armor, but they meant nothing.
Each time Gormak swung his Axe, dozens of arrows shattered and flew apart.
Clang! Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang!
The Warriors likewise crouched low, raising their Shields to deflect the arrows.
“Raise your voices!”
“Uuuaaahhhhh!”
The Kar Tribe Warriors roared, rallying their morale for the imminent battle.
But that was the moment.
Zzzziiiiing!
“…?!”
Gormak’s body froze as an overwhelming energy suddenly emanated from within the fortress.
At the same time, the Kar Tribe Warriors advancing alongside Gormak also stiffened, their momentum halting.
Though they couldn’t discern its nature, an ominous dread coursed through their entire beings.
It was as though some instinctive force pressed down upon them, warning them not to advance any further.
“….”
Gormak’s eyes narrowed with lethal sharpness.
He wasn’t alone in sensing this presence.
The arrows that had been raining down moments before ceased abruptly, and the soldiers atop the Castle Wall unconsciously turned their heads backward.
Everyone was looking in the same direction.
From within the fortress….
‘Something… is there.’
Gormak gripped his Giant Axe with crushing force.
Whatever it was, the mere presence of its Aura had halted his advance….
‘How dare…!’
His pride burned with unbearable shame.
“What are you doing?! All warriors, charge toward that City Gate at once!”
The moment Gormak’s roar erupted, the warriors surged forward toward Aikuled Fortress like those awakening from a trance, their eyes blazing with Killing Intent.
No—it was the very instant they attempted to charge.
Kwaaang!
A thunderous sound erupted from the fortress.
Simultaneously, something black shot skyward beyond the Castle Wall.
And a black shadow leaped in pursuit.
And in the moment that black shadow hung suspended in the air.
“…Insane.”
Golden lightning began to engulf the area before the City Gate.
* * *
Wind howled through the cracks of the shattered Castle Wall.
The air, thick with dust and the smell of blood, pressed down upon the Battlefield, while fragments of broken stone still trembled faintly against the Ground.
At the heart of Aikuled’s Camp.
Rakjen’s eyes narrowed as he beheld the man standing there.
‘Is that the one the Military Strategist spoke of.’
The man’s appearance had been instantaneous, like the blink of an eye.
Though he had materialized suddenly, his identity was unmistakable at a glance.
The one who killed Morganteron.
It was the Imperial Warrior that Berkal, the Military Strategist, had warned most vigilantly against.
Whiiiiing!
A biting Northern wind swept between the two figures.
Rakjen spoke.
“So you’re the Warrior from the rumors.”
If this was the one who killed Morganteron, a direct confrontation had to be avoided.
Morganteron possessed above-average ability even among the Great Warriors.
In terms of pure combat strength, he surpassed me.
But….
‘If it’s merely a matter of buying time….’
It wouldn’t mean much.
Soon the City Gate would open, and if Gormak joined, everything would change completely.
Merely two or three minutes.
Once the Warriors with me opened the City Gate, it would all be over.
Rakjen drew his Sword.
“Come then, Imperial Warrior.”
Uuuuuung!
A Blue Aura spread along the blade.
The air tore with a piercing momentum, and the Imperial Soldiers watching swallowed hard.
They understood this was not a battle they could dare intervene in.
With an overwhelming presence, Rakjen spoke to Arteon.
“No matter how strong you are… you’re nothing but a lackey of the Empire.”
It was cheap provocation, but such small things accumulated to create probability.
Rakjen focused his senses, watching Arteon.
But that was the moment.
“….”
Arteon, who had been watching Rakjen, gripped his Spear tightly.
Kwang!
“…!”
He vanished from sight in an instant.
Not as if he had moved quickly.
‘Where… where?!’
He had disappeared with a thunderous sound.
Rakjen quickly expanded his senses, searching for Arteon.
But at that very moment.
“Sorry, but I have no intention of waiting for your pace.”
“…!”
With a sound from right beside him, Rakjen hastily raised his Sword.
Clang!
Pain shot through his wrist, and Rakjen’s expression twisted.
But Arteon immediately gripped the Spear with both hands and thrust the Spear Shaft forward, driving Rakjen back.
Screeeeeeeech!
Rakjen was pushed backward by Arteon’s force, his feet scraping across the Ground.
For someone with such a lean build, this monster possessed terrifying strength.
‘At this level….’
It was comparable to the power of Gormak who was charging toward me right now.
‘But…!’
Grunt!
Battle was not won by strength alone.
Swift.
Rakjen quickly assessed Arteon, who was now pressed close against him.
Not metallic Armor, but a defensive Coat that allowed freedom of movement.
And he wielded a Spear that exceeded two meters in length.
The corner of Rakjen’s mouth twitched momentarily.
“Fool.”
Rakjen bared his teeth in a grin.
“You dare close the Distance while wielding a Spear?”
This Distance.
It was the worst possible range for anyone using a Spear.
Neither Thrusting nor even swinging was possible from this position.
Whoooooosh!
Rakjen squeezed every ounce of his power and drew forth his Aura.
Rakjen’s Aura blazed like blue flames, erupting with an ominous and overwhelming Momentum.
Rakjen’s eyes gleamed with lethal intent.
“Your own arrogance is what will kill you.”
There was no need to wait for Gormak.
This opponent lacked even the most basic instincts for combat.
‘Has he simply been crushing everything with his overwhelming strength and Aura all this time?’
Of course, it might have worked against other Great Warriors.
They were all obsessed with battle, after all.
Discarding efficiency and strategy without a second thought, they were the type who simply overwhelmed their opponents with their superior power.
But….
‘I am different.’
Though my Combat Power might fall short compared to other Great Warriors, I am the one who received seven Feather Tattoos.
The reason I earned the title of Great Warrior was because I possessed clear analysis of combat and objective self-awareness.
And because of that….
“Consider yourself unlucky.”
Rakjen swung his Sword toward Arteon without the slightest hesitation.
He intended to cleave that fool in half with a single stroke.
But that was the moment.
“…!”
The moment my eyes met his.
A chill ran down my spine.
Every hair on my body stood on end.
My body froze as if my heart had stopped, and my blood ran cold.
‘D-danger…!’
Not my mind, but my instincts screamed.
Rakjen immediately ceased his attack, hastily drawing his Sword back toward himself.
And then.
Kwaaaaaaang!
A tremendous thunderous sound erupted as if space itself were being torn asunder.
“Kraaagh!”
Rakjen’s body was launched skyward, and he cried out in agony.
The sound of several ribs shattering echoed, and a twisting pain in his internal organs pierced through his entire body.
Had he not retrieved his Sword to block just moments before, his body would have been impaled.
‘What was that just now…?’
His thoughts could not keep pace.
He had clearly seen him release the Spear from his grip.
But what came after—nothing.
His memory had shattered.
‘Could it be….’
Had he kicked the Spear with his foot?
It was difficult to maintain reason through the pain, but even so, Rakjen rapidly reviewed what had just transpired.
Was it even possible to attack by kicking a weapon?
But before that thought could even finish—
Whoosh!
The air rippled again as something hurtled toward him with terrifying speed.
And that figure entered Rakjen’s vision once more.
Ahead of him.
No—far higher, leaping into the sky to look down upon him.
“For daring to covet the lands of the Empire.”
A low, heavy voice.
It fell like a verdict.
“Pay with your death.”
In that moment.
Kwarrrrrrrrrrrng!
A golden Aura flowing from his body erupted into brilliant sparks, unleashing an impossible surge of energy.
The sky split open, and dark clouds twisted violently.
Within that flow where time seemed to have stopped—
“…Ah.”
Rakjen simply let out a wordless sigh.
This is….
‘The Realm of 8…?’
A stage that transcended even the Great Hall Masters.
Perhaps….
‘Equal to Taman….’
Had he reached that realm, wielding power equal to his, transcending humanity in such a distant way?
This man who looked so young?
In the brief span of a single blink.
Countless questions flashed through his mind.
But Rakjen could not resolve a single one of them.
Before he could even find the answer.
Kwaarrrrrrrrrrrrng!
Light came first, followed by a tremendous sound that tore through his eardrums.
Rakjen’s vision burned white.
And above his body.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwabang!
Dozens of bolts of lightning began pouring down like a calamity.
* * *
The wind blew harshly.
Dust rose over the Belikejel Plain, and the thick smell of blood spread through the air.
Bang! Crash!
The sound of steel striking steel.
The endless cacophony of the Battlefield—screams and shouts tangled together.
“Push forward!”
“Maintain Formation! Don’t break!”
The cries of Officers commanding the Soldiers echoed across the field.
The Kar Tribe’s Attack was fiercer than anticipated.
Their assault, rushing in like beasts, was simple yet relentless.
But….
“Left flank, maintain Shield Wall! Spearmen, advance!”
Under Belkain’s command, the Imperial Army remained unbroken.
Though they seemed to be pushed back, they regained their balance in the next moment and drove the enemy back.
At the center.
The man standing at the heart of the Formation.
Belkain.
His eyes took in the entire Battlefield.
But there was one presence moving outside that flow.
Thud.
At the edge of the Battlefield.
A woman walked onto the blood-soaked earth, her footsteps unwavering and resolute.
There was no hesitation in her stride.
Spears whirled around her, and Swords flew through the air.
A fluid whisper of movement.
Her body flowed like water itself.
The attacks never landed, and even if they had, they would have meant nothing.
A soft, wet sound.
“Kugh!”
In the instant she passed, a Soldier collapsed.
He never even realized who had struck him down.
She did not slow.
Her eyes fixed on a single point.
The heart of the Imperial Army’s Formation.
When she finally located Belkain, the corners of her mouth rose in a slow, deliberate smile.
“…Found you.”
And in that very moment.
A thunderous boom shattered the air.
The Ground erupted beneath her, and her form vanished.

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