The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 92
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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (92)
The cold air of dawn settled heavily.
A faint ray of sunlight seeped over the map of the Northern Region hanging on the wall, but even that light soon disappeared.
“…Legion Commander.”
Claw, who had been standing across from the desk, hesitated for a moment before speaking in a low voice.
Belkain was still looking at the map.
“Honestly… there are many things that don’t make sense.”
At Claw’s following words, Belkain raised his gaze to look at him.
“What do you mean?”
A voice no different from usual.
However, that casually thrown remark carried subtle pressure.
Claw answered.
“Sergeant Arteon… no, those targeting the Lieutenant. The fact that they are one of the Second Prince’s limbs… didn’t you already know this, Legion Commander? Wouldn’t it have been better to give advance warning?”
The moment those words fell, Belkain’s expression hardened.
Just for a moment.
A breathless silence pressed down on the office.
But soon Belkain rose from his seat and walked toward the window.
The northern battlefield visible beyond the window was still covered with white frost and dust.
The fierce battles in this place.
But at the same time, he knew that equally fierce fighting was taking place in the heart of the Empire.
“…”
Someone was already dead, and someone else was waiting their turn to die.
On the surface it seemed like calm waves, but beneath the surface, a bloody whirlpool was raging fiercely.
And then.
“Wouldn’t it be better to… file a report?”
Breaking the silence, Claw asked.
However, Belkain looked at him and asked back instead.
“To whom?”
“Of course…”
Suddenly Belkain’s eyes flashed sharply. Along with that, Claw shut his mouth tight.
The name Claw had just swallowed was too dangerous a word.
The fact that Belkain was currently following the First Prince was a secret that had to be thoroughly hidden in the Northern Region.
If that fact were revealed even by chance… fierce intervention from the Second Prince’s forces would immediately begin.
Right now, as he was devouring the northern war with tremendous command ability.
There was only one reason the Second Prince’s forces were leaving Belkain alone.
It was because they believed he was neutral.
A person with outstanding ability maintaining neutrality.
This was like irresistible bait to them.
Therefore, there had been several attempts to win over Belkain.
Of course, Belkain had acted as if he was maintaining neutrality without wavering.
Swoosh.
Just in case, Claw looked outside the barracks.
Only military flags fluttering in the wind were visible, with no one around.
Only then did Claw, relieved, come back into the barracks.
Then Belkain called to him.
“Sergeant.”
“Sergeant, Claw.”
“How much time do you think… I have left?”
At Belkain’s question, Claw shut his mouth tight.
Currently he might appear as just a commander doing his best at his assigned duties…
‘If he continues to refuse their overtures… eventually it will turn hostile.’
Because what Belkain wanted to do was opposite to them.
And the moment it turned hostile, their interference would begin on Belkain’s battlefield where he was commanding with peace of mind.
Even at this very moment, somewhere beneath the northern battlefield, those guys were moving secretly.
‘If they start interfering with the Legion Commander’s work in earnest…’
From then on, it would become impossible to even predict how this northern battlefield would flow.
That’s why, having recaptured Helikel Gorge and Elvarfiel Lake, they were trying to hurriedly occupy Aikuled.
If they could perfectly occupy Aikuled and create a path to the Northern Region.
‘Even if their interference begins… we could somehow delay it.’
Perhaps this overture might be the last one.
From their perspective too, now when Aikuled hadn’t been occupied… was the last opportunity.
“There’s no time.”
Belkain turned around.
Claw watched him silently.
Because he understood better than anyone the heart of the man saying there was no time.
Belkain asked.
“Have they all assembled at Aikuled currently?”
“Lieutenant Arteon hasn’t arrived yet.”
Belkain slightly turned his head.
“Location confirmation?”
“He’s confirmed to be currently in Almers.”
“…Almers? What’s he doing there?”
At the unexpected answer, Belkain asked.
Wasn’t Almers quite a distance from the Northeastern 4th Defense Line where he had last fought?
It was a city he occasionally went to for drinks during leave.
Was there a reason for Arteon to go there?
To such a question from Belkain.
“Well… we found out while investigating this time…”
At Claw’s following words.
“…”
Belkain’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
* * *
CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH BANG!
With a tremendous roar, the walls of the back alleys were completely smashed.
Along with that, the assassins’ formation collapsed.
In an instant, four became cold corpses on the ground, and a couple more were groaning and couldn’t even stand properly.
“…”
“…Crazy bastard.”
The man with the most outstanding skills among the intermediate assassins unconsciously spat out curses at the situation that had just unfolded before his eyes.
Setting aside his fallen comrades.
“Don’t you know that causing such a commotion… puts you in danger too?”
“I don’t care. I can just pin the blame on you guys.”
Rishiven had already had his subordinates bribe the guard unit.
Rather, if he could climb over these guys, he would be able to put shackles on Jaikle.
“…We need to hurry.”
Vashnell, who had been watching the situation, muttered quietly and took a step forward.
From that single strike just now, he could tell for certain.
‘He’s stronger than me.’
If it came to a frontal battle, there was a high chance of losing. But foolishly.
‘He’s alone.’
If there had been just a few hands to help that guy, he could have won for certain.
Probably coming out alone meant he was thoroughly confident in his own abilities.
Not knowing that this would shorten his own lifeline.
“Capture him. 5 seconds… no, 3 seconds will be enough.”
At Vashnell’s command, the eyes of the remaining assassins turned coldly sharp.
That order to capture him.
It was something that had to be carried out even at the cost of their lives.
Swoosh!
The surviving intermediate and lower-level assassins began rushing toward Arteon simultaneously.
Due to the commotion just now, guards would come running soon.
A short time of no more than 10 minutes at most.
Within that time, they had to kill that guy and completely erase all traces from this place.
Vashnell concentrated all his mana into his dagger.
Soon, a subtle green light formed on the dagger.
Drip… drip…
The mana gathered at the blade’s tip began falling to the ground like liquid.
This was Vashnell’s unique specialty that only he possessed.
Converting his mana into the properties of deadly poison to eliminate enemies in a single strike.
Even within Nocturne, only a very few knew of this technique.
The reason was simple.
Because all those who had seen it did not survive.
‘…The moment of collision, the poisonous mana would devour the surroundings and take the lives of everyone.
Even without being stabbed by the sword, one could not preserve their life.
Clatter!
Arteon raised his spear while watching the charging assassins.
Unlike the movements of trained assassins, it felt somewhat reckless, but because of that, he could grasp their intentions.
‘…They’re trying to tie down my feet.’
Arteon’s gaze turned toward the senior assassin at the very back.
The green mana flowing from that guy’s body was being compressed while quietly harboring killing intent.
Refined energy.
This level of skill was among the best even in his past life.
Because on the battlefields Arteon belonged to, there weren’t many who hid their power while performing assassinations.
‘But…’
Still, there were occasionally guys who attempted assassinations, and their level was frighteningly terrifying.
That’s why he could anticipate it.
What that guy was trying to do now.
What kind of ability that was.
“Where are you looking!”
“We’re your opponents!”
“Die here.”
The guys instantly split to both sides and attacked Arteon in a semicircular formation.
Even if he retreated, it was obvious they would persistently follow.
Arteon took a low breath and gripped Iglis tightly.
Then he approached the charging assassins, closing the distance.
At that moment.
“…Foolish guy.”
“A guy with a spear… closing the distance?”
The eyes of the intermediate assassins flashed sharply.
Naturally, spears shone brightest when maintaining an appropriate distance.
Yet he was giving distance to them who used daggers.
What a foolish act this was.
‘In this state, there’s no need for Lord Vashnell to step in.’
‘We… will kill him…!’
The assassins’ eyes flashed sharply as their swords rushed toward Arteon.
Front, both sides.
The attack rushing from three directions was flawlessly perfect.
The moment he thrust his spear in one direction, it was timing where he couldn’t avoid the attack from the opposite side.
Surely… it should have been so.
Clang clang clang!
“…?!”
“Huk!”
Their expressions twisted instantly as their attacks were deflected.
Suddenly, the guy who had brought his spear close to his body spun rapidly, simultaneously deflecting all their attacks.
‘There’s such a spear technique…?’
A spear technique they had never seen before.
The assassins who were deflected by the guy’s unexpected movement flinched for a moment.
And at that moment.
“The distance has opened up, hasn’t it?”
“A-avoid…!”
Before someone’s shout could even finish.
Thud thud thud thud thud!
Arteon’s spear instantly sent the assassins before his eyes to the afterlife.
The thrusting that burst out in the blink of an eye was at a speed that even assassins found difficult to react to.
But in that fleeting moment, did he think he had caught an opportunity?
Vashnell, who had moved to the back, looked coldly at the back of Arteon’s neck.
He never imagined that instead of running away, he would face them head-on and deflect them…
‘He’s a dangerous guy. I must kill him here.’
Vashnell staked his life.
Because he was certain that if he couldn’t kill this guy here, he would never get such an opportunity again.
But perhaps because of that.
Movement with somewhat excessive mana and force injected compared to usual.
However, this was time already earned with the lives of over ten subordinates.
Vashnell’s sword, laden with deadly poison, extended straight toward Arteon.
“Die!”
Kuaaang!
With an intense explosion, green light burst and devoured the surroundings.
At that moment.
“Kueeeeeeeek!”
“Kueeeek!”
The surviving subordinates screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground.
Because the poison magic spread and poisoned them directly.
The only one who could survive here was Vashnell, who had resistance.
But even such Vashnell quickly escaped from the space where poison magic had scattered and looked at Arteon.
Kuuuuuuuuu!
The mana distorted by green light was gradually scattering in the wind and disappearing.
And along with it, the one who had been at the center.
“…?!”
Vashnell’s eyes shook greatly upon seeing Arteon.
A barrier made of aura.
Because Arteon was looking at him with calm eyes, having completely blocked the damage from within it.
And Arteon, who lightly swung his spear to create wind, pushed away all the poison magic that remained in the surroundings.
And….
“Are you… finished with everything you prepared?”
“That…!”
“Then it’s my turn now.”
Red-haired Comrade’s spear was flying toward his heart.
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