The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 69

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (69)

 

Slash!

 

A fierce attack that struck straight down from head to groin in one line.

 

It was the first time.

 

The first time he learned that a human body could be split in half like this.

 

Thud.

 

Arteon, whose legs gave out and collapsed, could do nothing as his comrades died before his eyes.

 

Everyone trembled in fear, knowing that the moment of death was approaching.

 

A hideous scar that covered his entire face.

 

The four Feather Tattoos carved on his left shoulder were like the Death God himself to them, who were still mere soldiers.

 

“Huu, vermin-like bastards. Are you already broken by just this much?”

 

The Kar Tribe’s senior warrior, Makrowdon.

 

He was a commander of a group, but he never hesitated to fight at the very front.

 

No, rather, he was the type who could only be satisfied when he fought at the very front himself.

 

One who always lived with the stench of blood and death.

 

Therefore, he was one of the quite famous warriors even within the Kar Tribe.

 

Meeting such a guy was nothing but misfortune for the Empire’s soldiers who were there.

 

“When you die and meet our warriors, bow your heads and apologize.”

 

He said quietly while lifting his characteristic long-handled axe.

 

Those who had lost even the will to flee could only tremble helplessly, unable to do anything.

 

And Arteon was also one of them.

 

But…

 

Piiiiiiii!

 

The sound of a whistle coming from afar.

 

Along with it, seeing the Empire’s forces riding horses toward them, Makrowdon frowned and turned his head to the side.

 

“…Lucky bastards.”

 

He glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, then turned around with a clearly disappointed expression.

 

That unforgettable first encounter with him.

 

He never thought he would see that face, so intensely burned into his memory, again like this.

 

“…Makrowdon.”

 

“Did I ever tell you my name?”

 

He said to Arteon while slightly frowning.

 

But Arteon just gripped his spear tightly and stared at him.

 

The four Feather Tattoos carved on his shoulder.

 

That meant he had skills equal to Ulgrak, whom he had fought earlier.

 

‘No…’

 

Perhaps he might be even stronger than Ulgrak.

 

Whether it was because of the intense memories from the past, Arteon felt his body beginning to tremble finely.

 

But that wasn’t the problem.

 

“To think that just one Imperial Army soldier…”

 

“Are Ulgrak Taman’s subordinates only at this level?”

 

The warriors around Makrowdon looked down at Arteon and spoke one by one.

 

Roughly estimating, there were enough warriors to approach nearly a hundred in number.

 

Just facing fifty or so Kar Tribe Warriors was already… at a burdensome level.

 

Cold sweat ran down Arteon’s spine.

 

The palm holding Iglis became damp, and his pupils shook greatly.

 

But…

 

Whirl!

 

Arteon spun Iglis as if steeling his will and brought it to his side.

 

“Huu.”

 

With a small exhaled breath, Arteon’s eyes flashed sharply again.

 

Regardless of how the situation turned out, regardless of who appeared, such things didn’t matter.

 

‘I’m going back.’

 

Because he had promised.

 

And there were too many things he had to do to die in a place like this.

 

As Arteon raised his aura again, Makrowdon’s eyes, who was watching him, sank coldly.

 

Makrowdon said.

 

“Unlike the vermin I’ve met so far, you’re an Imperial bastard with quite excellent spirit.”

 

But due to the aura he used earlier, he wouldn’t be able to use aura like before now.

 

Makrowdon looked at the warriors on his left and right and said.

 

“He can’t keep using aura continuously, but still be careful since we don’t know when he might use it in a surprise attack.”

 

“Understood. I’ll fight with the mindset of facing Taman.”

 

“Hehe, isn’t that too much consideration? For just one Imperial bastard.”

 

“Chau. With such carelessness, your head will fall off someday. Don’t be complacent.”

 

“Yes, Taman.”

 

The Kar Tribe Warrior called Chau bowed his head respectfully while looking at Makrowdon.

 

And soon turned his body toward where Arteon was.

 

“It’s Taman’s order. We slaughter the Imperial bastard who killed our warriors.”

 

Along with those words, Lakram, who was on the opposite side from Chau, moved.

 

Swoosh!

 

Arteon heightened his senses while watching the Kar Tribe Warriors rushing toward him quickly.

 

Because both of the two running toward him were guys with skills equal to… or above Moldur’s level.

 

But that’s when it happened.

 

Boooooooo!

 

Suddenly, along with the sound of a horn coming from somewhere.

 

“Uaaaaaaah!”

 

“It’s the Kar Tribe bastards! Attack!”

 

With loud war cries, Empire soldiers were climbing up the hill.

 

Their appearance, rushing with tremendous momentum, instantly changed the atmosphere of the battlefield.

 

“…Huh.”

 

Seeing the Empire unit that appeared from the opposite side, Makrowdon let out a small sigh.

 

Because he could see soldiers in greater numbers than expected.

 

“…”

 

Makrowdon quickly assessed the situation.

 

If they fought here now…

 

‘Killing all those bastards would be possible, but…’

 

The damage to his subordinates was predicted to be considerable.

 

Above all, if that guy who uses aura rested and started rampaging again, the only one who could stop him would be himself.

 

Moreover…

 

Swish.

 

Makrowdon looked at an Empire commander on the opposite side.

 

A man at the front of the unit wearing a black helmet.

 

He could recognize who he was at a glance.

 

‘That guy is the one guarding the heart of the 4th Defense Line… Seran.’

 

He had heard about him through Ulgrak.

 

That there was someone who blocked them at the most important strategic point of the 4th Defense Line.

 

According to Ulgrak, Seran’s skills were at a level equal to his own.

 

Since Ulgrak never spoke empty words.

 

That meant the opponent he had to face wasn’t just that youngster-looking guy, but Seran as well.

 

“Chau! Lakram! Lead the warriors back, we’re retreating!”

 

Makrowdon shouted.

 

Fighting in their own territory was one thing, but he didn’t want to watch his subordinates die while providing support this far out.

 

Especially not on the first day.

 

At Makrowdon’s command, the Kar Tribe warriors who had been charging toward Arteon quickly retreated like a receding tide.

 

Soon, even all the warriors under Ulgrak’s command moved toward Makrowdon’s side.

 

“…”

 

Makrowdon looked at Arteon below and Seran on the opposite side.

 

Considering the terrain of this place, there would surely be another clash with those guys before the main force moved.

 

“We’ll meet again then.”

 

For now, it was enough that they had saved Moldur and the other warriors under Ulgrak’s command.

 

As Makrowdon finally moved toward the rear, Seran on the opposite side silently watched them.

 

The adjutant beside him spoke.

 

“Are you just letting them go?”

 

“Well, are we letting them go… or are we unable to catch them.”

 

He was someone they’d never seen before.

 

But the aura flowing from his body was strong enough to rival any Kar Tribe Warriors they had seen so far.

 

Just like that monster Ulgrak.

 

“For now.”

 

Swish.

 

Seran looked at Arteon who had collapsed on the ground.

 

He was probably in quite a difficult state, both physically and mentally.

 

No, rather…

 

‘The fact that he’s survived this long… is remarkable.’

 

How could someone who was barely in his mid-teens accomplish such feats?

 

Seran looked at the corpses of Kar Tribe warriors scattered around Arteon.

 

The sight of him killing dozens of Kar Tribe members alone and standing against them boldly was impressive enough to be etched in his mind.

 

Just saving him made this first sortie meaningful.

 

“…We’re going back too.”

 

Should he consider it fortunate that they discovered unexpected enemy forces?

 

Seran’s mind began to grow complicated as he looked at Arteon.

 

* * *

 

“Platoon Leader!”

 

When they arrived at the base camp where the main force was stationed, the platoon members came running toward Arteon.

 

They were so glad to see Arteon return alive from that place where death seemed unavoidable.

 

“We’re so relieved you made it back.”

 

“Hah… Thank goodness. Thank you, God.”

 

Each of them surrounded Arteon and spoke their piece.

 

Arteon raised his head and met eyes with his platoon members.

 

Though his stamina had recovered considerably due to the changes from reaching 4-star, the mental fatigue accumulated from continuous battles and tension was substantial.

 

However, Arteon didn’t show that fatigue and spoke while briefly catching his breath.

 

“Everyone, is there anything wrong?”

 

“Yes, thanks to you, we were all able to return safely.”

 

“It’s all thanks to you, Platoon Leader.”

 

As the soldiers answered in unison with relieved smiles, Seran stepped forward.

 

“Rest comes first. Everyone disperse and recover your strength.”

 

“Ah…”

 

“And you, follow me.”

 

“…?”

 

Arteon made a puzzled expression at Seran’s words.

 

But soon he followed him.

 

Step by step.

 

The place Seran led Arteon to was his barracks in the central area where the main force was gathered.

 

Upon entering the barracks, Seran pointed to his bed with a thud.

 

“Rest here. If you stay where there are many soldiers, other officers will come running and bombard you with annoying questions. This place will be better for resting.”

 

The bed seemed hastily constructed as a temporary measure, but it looked much better than the cold and uncomfortable bed in the medical room.

 

Arteon briefly looked around as if thinking about something, but soon looked at Seran in front of him.

 

“…If you have questions you want to ask, please go ahead.”

 

Seran subtly raised the corner of his mouth at those words.

 

“Was it that obvious?”

 

“Not really. But there’s no reason for you to show such kindness to me when we’ve just met.”

 

Seran looked at him for a moment and then laughed quietly.

 

“Right, I have many questions.”

 

Arteon spoke with deeply sunken eyes.

 

“If it’s about information on the enemy, I plan to formally report to the Company Commander.”

 

“Of course, a report is necessary. But what I want to ask is a completely different matter.”

 

He sat in a chair, leaned forward, and looked straight at Arteon.

 

“Can you use aura?”

 

At those words, Arteon silently stared at him.

 

Seran’s eyes changed.

 

“…So it’s true.”

 

“How did you know?”

 

He hadn’t particularly intended to hide it, but he didn’t expect someone to notice this quickly.

 

But Seran waved his hand dismissively.

 

“Don’t be nervous. None of the other people noticed. And if you can use aura, that’s something to be rewarded for, not worried about.”

 

Seran continued while looking at Arteon.

 

“The corpses of those Kar Tribe bastards lying around you. Those kinds of wounds can’t be created with ordinary attacks.”

 

“…That’s correct.”

 

Arteon inwardly hid his surprise.

 

He had only heard rumors, but…

 

‘His observational skills are better than I thought.’

 

To think he deduced it just from looking at the enemy corpses in that brief moment.

 

But that probably wasn’t the real reason.

 

There was only one way to know such things.

 

“…It seems you can also handle aura, Sir Seran.”

 

At those words, Seran’s expression slightly hardened.

 

At those words, Seran’s expression stiffened slightly.

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