The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 80
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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (80)
Kwaaaaang!
A massive pillar of fire erupted from beyond the hill.
As if trying to tear the sky apart, the red and crimson flames shot high into the heavens.
For a moment the surroundings became bright as if the sun had risen, but along with it the air heated up and hot winds penetrated all the way to the Imperial Army’s main base.
At that sight, soldiers rushed out frantically and swallowed hard.
“Wh-what is that?”
“What on earth… is happening over there?”
“Did demons appear or something…?”
They looked at each other’s faces, unable to hide their bewilderment.
Some grabbed their weapons in terror, while others couldn’t turn their gaze away as they stared at the pillar of fire.
They couldn’t tell what that was, but one thing was certain…
‘An unbelievable battle… is taking place.’
Something far beyond their level was happening on that hill.
And Leorn also silently gazed at the flames.
The crimson light colored his face, and his eyes were tinged with anxiety.
Drip.
Sweat that flowed from his forehead ran down his cheek, but he didn’t even think to wipe it away.
No, more than that…
“Sharokl! Sharokl!”
“Yes, Commander!”
“Find out immediately what’s happening on that hill. Hurry and send a reconnaissance unit to assess the situation!”
“Y-yes sir!”
Sharokl answered urgently while simultaneously calling his subordinates to attention.
After selecting a few fast-footed men.
“We must hurry. If we’re late, we won’t even be able to collect bones.”
“Understood!”
He immediately sent the reconnaissance unit toward the hill.
Soon the soldiers gathered their equipment and hurriedly ran toward the hill.
And after they left the main base, the remaining soldiers were still in confusion, just standing in place.
“…Damn it, what the hell is happening?”
Leorn, who was watching the slowly disappearing pillar of fire, frowned and bit his lips tightly.
As someone who hated unexpected variables the most, all the events currently unfolding were unwelcome to him.
Soon he bit his finger tightly.
Though this was his habit when anxious, it seemed impossible to resolve right now.
He could only…
“Damn it.”
Wait for the reconnaissance unit that had rushed to the hill to return quickly.
Soon, with the occasional rumbling sounds that could be heard, the soldiers at the main base had to stay awake all night listening to those noises.
* * *
The combined attack of Ulgrak and Makrowdon was intensely beyond imagination.
Each attack was like waves shaking the battlefield, and Arteon barely held on while taking those waves head-on.
Clang!
Along with sparks flying from his spear tip, Arteon’s expression contorted.
But the attack wasn’t over yet.
“Haaah!”
Ulgrak’s attack, which added rotational force by turning his body, came aiming for Arteon’s side.
Arteon quickly stepped back trying to dodge the attack, but.
Clang!
It was impossible to completely escape from his attack range.
‘Kuk…!’
He barely managed to block it, but with tremendous impact, blood surged up from his throat.
Arteon gritted his teeth and suppressed it, but.
Trickle.
He couldn’t stop it from flowing through his lips and down the corner of his mouth.
Swish.
He hurriedly wiped the blood away with the back of his hand.
But Ulgrak, who caught that moment, flashed his eyes.
“The guy took damage. We need to press him now…!”
“Right.”
Makrowdon answered in a low voice and moved his body.
The first to charge was Ulgrak.
Thud!
His heavy body kicked off the ground like a beast and rushed toward Arteon.
Makrowdon, who was behind, gripped his axe handle tightly and.
“Hup!”
Threw his aura-wrapped axe powerfully toward Arteon.
Whoooooosh!
Makrowdon’s axe shot forward with tremendous momentum.
An attack that barely grazed past Ulgrak’s side and came without any chance to dodge.
Arteon instinctively swung his spear to change its trajectory.
Clang!
Despite clearly deflecting the attack, intense shock spread through his arm.
Arteon slightly frowned at the impact that felt like it would twist his body.
But at that moment.
Thump!
Ulgrak kicked off the ground and soared up.
The figure that had approached right in front of him was deeply stained in the darkness.
To the point where it momentarily felt like he had disappeared.
And soon the axe of the guy who had shot up to the sky came straight down toward Arteon’s head.
‘I can’t… dodge.’
Was Makrowdon’s attack just now meant to steal the timing to dodge?
Since there wasn’t even a choice in this situation, Arteon gritted his teeth and drew up all the mana in his body.
The moment Arteon roughly raised his spear to block the guy’s attack.
Kwaaaaang!
Tremendous force struck head-on.
The ground caved in and Arteon’s feet were buried up to his ankles.
“Kuk…!”
Pain that felt like his entire body would shatter rushed over him.
He gritted his molars and tried to endure somehow, but.
“Cough…!”
Red blood spurted from the corner of his mouth and stained the ground.
He had blocked the attack, but the aftershock was too strong, causing Arteon to stagger and step back.
However, the guy’s attack continued.
“It’s not over yet.”
Red aura dwelt in the axe of Ulgrak, whose eyes flashed like a beast.
Unlike the first battle, Ulgrak was pouring all his strength onto Arteon.
“Hraaaaaaah!”
Crash! Clang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Arteon’s body shook violently under Ulgrak’s consecutive attacks.
Though he was somehow managing to defend, each strike contained an impact that felt like it would shatter his body.
And then…
“Hraah!”
The moment Ulgrak spun his body, adding rotational force as he delivered a fierce blow toward Arteon.
Kraaaang!
A tremendous explosion from the clash of aura against aura, along with a powerful shock, engulfed Arteon’s entire body.
“Grrk!”
He gritted his teeth, trying to endure somehow.
But in the end, with a scream, Arteon’s body was sent flying through the air and rolled across the ground.
Thud thud thud, thump!
Arteon’s body, which had rolled several times, came to a stop as it hit a tree.
Gasping for breath on the cold dirt ground, Arteon thought.
‘As expected… was facing two of them too much…?’
The confidence of having reached the Aura Realm.
No, had it been arrogance?
It seemed like that had brought about this result.
‘Buying time…’
He had thought that would be possible.
But only now could he realize that it had been hubris and greed.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but finding the right answer immediately wasn’t easy.
And then.
Step, step.
Two massive shadows covered Arteon.
Arteon staggered to his feet and faced them.
Ulgrak and Makrowdon approached side by side, looking down at him.
Cold and ruthless gazes.
The looks from their towering heights of over 2 meters were like the eyes of predators eyeing their prey.
But there was no carelessness or leisure in those eyes.
An intense will to kill without fail.
At their appearance without even a hint of an opening, Arteon bit his lips tightly.
Seeing this, Makrowdon looked at Arteon and spoke heavily.
“Honestly… I was impressed by your skill. Even if you’re a dog of the Empire, you’re the first general I’ve seen like you in my life.”
He slowly raised his axe.
“If you had been born a brave warrior looking toward the same place, it would have been good. Consider it misfortune… that you met us here. You’ve done everything you could.”
And with those words, Ulgrak also gripped his axe handle tightly.
“…I’ll collect payment for Moldur’s arm.”
Soon, the aura of both warriors exploded.
At their momentum delivering an absolute death sentence, Arteon unconsciously gulped.
And at that moment.
“Now it ends.”
“I’ll kill you…!”
The combined attack of Ulgrak and Makrowdon poured down like lightning once again.
A wall of death was approaching from the front, impossible to flee from or avoid.
At that moment.
Arteon’s vision gradually slowed.
As if the air was sticking viscously, all surrounding sounds grew distant and only his heartbeat echoed.
‘…This feeling.’
It was definitely a sensation he had felt before, in countless moments when he nearly died.
The Northern Front, the most fierce and brutal on the continent.
Arteon had survived here for over 10 years.
Dozens, no, hundreds of deaths had passed before his eyes. But each time, Arteon had survived.
Just like this.
Swoosh!
“…!”
The spear shot out from Arteon’s hand like lightning.
At the unexpected throw, Ulgrak momentarily panicked and deflected it with his axe.
That small opening.
In that instant, Arteon lowered his waist and crouched down.
Then he kicked off the ground like lightning and charged.
Bang!
Arteon, who had charged in low, wrapped around Ulgrak’s waist and tackled him.
Ulgrak’s expression, pushed backward, was colored with bewilderment.
“Wh-what…!”
“This crazy bastard!”
A bare-handed tackle in front of an aura-wrapped axe – it was reckless behavior that completely defied common sense.
No… before discussing sense or nonsense, it was truly insane behavior.
Had he just given up on fighting?
Grab!
“I’ll kill you… Grrk!”
It was the moment when Ulgrak grabbed his shoulder with his left hand and tried to raise his axe.
Arteon threw the dirt he had been clutching into Ulgrak’s eyes.
He had grabbed a handful of dirt while lowering his stance.
“Grr!”
Ulgrak’s vision blurred from the dirt.
He frantically rubbed his eyes and brushed off the dirt. But that wasn’t Arteon’s purpose.
‘Left shoulder…!’
He could see a gap in the armor, a bandaged area. It was a wound he had inflicted before.
Thunk!
A thick tree branch pierced through that spot.
“Graaaaaaah!”
Ulgrak’s scream echoed across the battlefield.
The pain of an unsharpened tree branch digging into flesh and piercing through muscle was beyond imagination.
“You bastard!”
At that sight, Makrowdon shouted loudly and reached out his hand.
Because they were tangled with Ulgrak, he couldn’t swing his aura-infused axe.
But that was what Arteon had aimed for.
Thunk!
Arteon, who had been clinging to Ulgrak, punched the tree branch once more to drive it completely in, then.
Thud!
He leaned his body backward and headbutted the approaching Makrowdon in the face.
Makrowdon’s face contorted, his nose bone broke, and blood gushed out.
“Grr…!”
What a chaotic mess this was.
He never expected to engage in this kind of brawl.
But that brief confusion created an opening.
Arteon immediately turned toward the fallen Ulgrak.
Despite the pain in his left shoulder, Ulgrak frantically swung his axe toward Arteon.
Since he was in a half-lying position, he couldn’t generate aura, but still, that power couldn’t be ignored.
However….
Clang!
Arteon blocked Red-haired Comrade’s attack with his wrist guard. And….
“Uaaaaaaaaaak!”
He concentrated mana into his right hand and struck the lower part of the axe handle directly.
Claaang!
The metal chunk handle shattered into pieces as the upper part of the axe with the blade soared into the air.
Grab.
Arteon caught that axe directly.
Soon, not only Makrowdon but also Ulgrak’s eyes shook greatly.
“N-no!”
Makrowdon, who had been holding his nose from behind, shouted loudly.
But the axe already gripped in Arteon’s hand rippled with blue aura.
And though Ulgrak, who had lost his weapon, hastily crossed his arms in an X-shape to block.
Crack!
The axe gripped in Arteon’s hand sliced through Red-haired Comrade’s arms and pierced straight through his neck, embedding into the ground.
Trickle.
Red blood instantly spreading across the ground.
Along with that silence as if time had stopped.
Swoosh.
Arteon, who had fallen over Ulgrak’s body, slowly raised himself up.
Clearly his stamina… his aura seemed completely exhausted.
‘H-how….’
Why does he feel so terrifying?
Soon, Arteon slowly turned his head and held out the dripping bloody axe toward Makrowdon, saying.
“Now only you remain.”
What remained in that place was no longer a young soldier….
“…Death God.”
It was death itself.
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