547

Episode 547: Changing the route. (2)

Doo doo doo doo!

The knights of Arthrod followed Gatros, who had flown alone, on horseback.

There were about 100 of them. Even if they were all knights, it was a small number to attack a fortress, but they advanced without hesitation.

Kwaaaaang!

Gatros, who arrived first, detonated his power without sparing any effort.

The fortress was already half-decimated by the attacks of priests and magicians. The fortress's troops were not able to properly block Gatros' attacks.

"Eww!"

"Stop him! Kill him!"

"What do wizards do!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Gatros was strong enough to fight on equal footing with Erenes. As he rampaged, the common soldiers and knights who rushed at him were killed as soon as they arrived.

The wizards had no choice but to release their magic field again and fire their magic towards Gatros.

Kwaaaaah!

Because they had allies, they couldn't use area magic. The wizards concentrated their magic power as much as possible and targeted only Gatros.

"That won't kill me!"

Phaaaat!

Gatros's body was completely enveloped in black energy. He withstood all the magic directed at him.

Boom! Boom!

No matter how strong Gatros was, it was not good to be hit head-on by so many magic spells. But he gritted his teeth and endured.

His mind was filled with anger towards Giselle. The defeat he suffered in Rutania had changed him into a completely different person.

"Ugh… … ."

Gatros spared no effort. He stood at the forefront, taking magic and killing the enemies around him.

He ran forward, enduring the pain, to kill the wizards. He was stronger than anyone else, so he could withstand the tremendous attack.

Count Biffenveldt, who had been looking over the fortress, reached out again.

"now."

Taking advantage of the gap left by the magic blockade, the magicians of Arthrod cast their spells again.

Kwaaaaang!

Although Gatros was fighting, no one paid attention. They casted spells while avoiding his location as much as possible using water, but they believed that they could endure it to that extent even if they were within range.

Kwaaaaang!

A great number of magic spells fell on the fortress. The indiscriminate magic attacks killed the enemies with great ease.

"Hey, stop it!"

"Re-establish the magic seal!"

"The enemy is coming!"

The magicians of the fortress were in disarray. They were still safely protected in the rear, but the enemy's magic was exploding everywhere.

If all of their allies were dead, they would not be able to protect themselves. They had to protect their allies somehow.

Several wizards unleashed their magic fields, but it was already too late.

Kwajik!

"Kwaaah!"

Gatros, who had been cutting through his enemies, was covered in blood and laughed, showing his teeth.

"You insignificant rats. From now on, face the wrath of God."

Kwaaaaah!

Gatros' black aura spread out in all directions and pierced the wizards' bodies.

Magic is more lethal than the attacks of knights or soldiers, so wizards pay the most attention to blocking each other's magic.

In other words, it means that magicians who do not have proper protection from their allies cannot do anything.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Eww!"

In the blink of an eye, countless wizards were killed. Some wizards tried to attack Gatros again, but most of them were overwhelmed by his inaction, so it was of little use.

"Monster, monster… … ."

"How could someone like this… … ."

"Why do you use this tactic?"

The wizards of Grimwell were completely taken aback by the fighting style that broke their common sense.

It was impossible not to be scared of Gatros running alone and running wild with black energy flowing out of him.

Even our allies were being hit by enemy magic exploding here and there.

"Hey, something is wrong here."

There was no way that the Grimwell magicians, who had always fought safely, had ever experienced the crazy tactic of throwing out superhumans as bait and raining down magical attacks.

They were inexperienced enough to deal with Gator, who had suffered all sorts of humiliations in Rutania.

"Run away!"

The wizards of Grimwell's army lost their will in an instant.

Even though the allies were rushing to protect them, it seemed like they could not stop the priest from running wild like a demon.

The ranks of the wizards were completely shattered. The attacks directed at Gatorus were becoming fewer and fewer.

At that time, the magical attacks of the Artrode Army also stopped. This was because about 100 knights arrived in front of the fortress.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

All the knights took out their hooks, hung them on the fortress walls, and quickly climbed up.

There were no soldiers who could properly stop them, as most of them were killed by magic, and those who survived scattered to avoid the magic.

They were high-level knights who had reached at least intermediate level. As soon as they climbed up to the fortress, they killed the remaining soldiers and secured the entrance.

And following the knights who had gone up first, Artrod came running carrying ladders.

"Waaaaaaaaaah!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The soldiers of the Artorod Army quickly climbed up the ladders onto the walls. They were the elite of the elite who had been assigned to special missions.

"Open the gates!"

The soldiers who had climbed up the ramp secured by the knights quickly formed a line and pushed back the soldiers on the fort.

Ddddddddd!

The gates of the fortress opened. Grimwell's men still had quite a few left, but they were scattered here and there and could not stop the enemies moving in unison.

Again Count Biffenveldt's hand moved forward.

"Finish it."

Doo doo doo doo doo!

Arthrod's cavalrymen, who had been waiting at the front, charged forward. The remaining troops followed behind them.

The fort commander saw that and shouted until his throat was hoarse.

"Stop them! What are the archers doing? Stop them!"

But no attack came from the walls. The Grimwell army, already disorganized and disorganized, was out of control.

The Artrode army quickly entered the fortress and began to slaughter the remaining Grimwell troops.

"Eww!"

All around, only Grimwell's screams could be heard. The fortress commander pursed his lips.

I was completely caught up in my opponent's ridiculous strategy. I couldn't even fight properly and was dragged around.

"Ugh! Retreat!"

The fort commander gave his final order and turned around. But he did not succeed in escaping.

Kwajik!

Because Gator appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his neck and broke it.

"Ehhhhhhh… … ."

Gatros was smiling even though he was covered in blood. It made me remember the old days.

"Duke Fenris, you must have always felt this way when you went to war."

War was a distant story for Gator. His role was to decide the direction of movement of the bridge from behind. He had never fought in the vanguard like this.

That was the difference between myself and the Duke of Fenris. I only realized it now.

"Thank you for your effort."

When Gator turned around, Count Biffenveld was standing there.

"We have captured the fortress as quickly as you requested. We will move on to the next stronghold right away."

"Yes, I only trust you."

Gatros laughed again.

I had heard that he was an excellent commander, but seeing him in person was beyond my imagination. Our troops suffered almost no casualties.

Using your strongest main force to surprise your opponent and win. Gator knew someone who used this tactic.

'Isn't it like watching the Duke of Fenris' battle?'

And he himself was playing the role of the Duke of Fenris in that tactic, the one wielding the strongest force and rushing towards the enemy first.

Although Gator didn't know it, there was a reason why the two men's strategies and tactics were similar.

In Giselle's previous life, the Kingdom of Artrode hid its true nature and operated as a human union. There were many instances where Giselle, the mercenary king, and Count Biffenveldt moved together.

Both men were deeply impressed by each other's war-fighting abilities. It was only natural that they influenced each other.

Gatros clicked his tongue inwardly in regret.

'If there had been interest in the Kingdom of Rutania... ... .'

If that were the case, I wouldn't have been so easily defeated by Giselle and Amelia. That was such a shame.

However, at that time, Count Biffenveld had to occupy the Kingdom of Artrode, so even if he had known of his abilities, he would not have called him to Rutania.

Gatros, shaking off his regret, bit his lip and smiled.

'Wait, Duke of Fenris. I will repay the humiliation I have suffered after I have found our king.'

I hoped that day would come soon.

When that day comes, I will definitely offer the Duke of Fenris' head to God.

* * *

The Artrode Kingdom army was divided into three legions and attacked the Kingdom of Grimwell.

Count Biffenveldt was leading the 1st Army Corps against the most important strongholds.

And the person leading the 2nd Corps that advances from another direction to surround the royal castle.

"Hmm, you look handsome today too."

It was Aiden, a handsome man who smiled with satisfaction while looking in the mirror.

"Wow!"

A fierce battle was taking place on the wide plain before him.

Still, he was busy looking at the mirror at the back and fixing his hair.

"I always feel this, but battlefields are really dirty. There's so much dust."

Aiden clicked his tongue and made an annoyed expression. Didn't he have a hard time meeting Helgenik and the Revolutionary Leader just a while ago?

I really hated that kind of thing, but I couldn't help it. It was something that only someone with the skills to do could do.

"It's tiring when people are too perfect."

Next to him, as he muttered, were maids, diligently cleaning the armor he was wearing.

Aiden couldn't stand having even a speck of dust on his armor. He had to be clean at all times.

The staff members standing nearby spoke cautiously with anxious expressions.

"Okay, Commander."

"why?"

"The fighting is intensifying."

"so?"

"… … Please give the order."

"Tell them to keep fighting."

"The damage is growing."

This is the Grimwell Army that came out to intercept the 2nd Corps. Although not as many troops as the 2nd Corps, there were still a considerable number of troops present.

So, the more we fought, the more damage we would inevitably suffer. No, because the commander of the corps did not give orders, the damage on our side was increasing.

Still, Aiden said with an expression that it was nothing.

"Aren't these kids worth dying for?"

"… … ."

"I brought you here to use as an arrow shield anyway, so what's the problem?"

As Aiden said, they were rebels gathered from each kingdom. That's why there were so many of them.

They could die a little. They were brought here to be used to wear down enemy forces anyway.

The more fiercely you fight and die, the better. As long as the Arthrod Kingdom army and your knights survive, it's fine.

Aiden continued speaking, still looking at the mirror.

"There's something I felt when I saw Helgenik, that guy."

"… … ."

"He just sent the corpses to fight and didn't even lift a finger. Do you know how jealous I was when I saw that? I was really tired back then."

"… … ."

"So they think of them as corpses too. They just take away the enemy's strength, don't they?"

"… … ."

The staff members just had stiff expressions and said nothing. It wasn't wrong, but it wasn't good to have already exhausted our troops like this.

Aiden sensed that and snickered.

"You all are so scared. Why are you so worried when I'm here?"

"… … ."

Everyone just bowed their heads. Aiden shook his head several times and said.

"Yeah, it's not a bad thing to have a lot of supplies. If you're that worried, you guys take command for a bit. I'll allow it."

"Oh, I understand."

It was fortunate that he even gave permission like that. As long as he didn't touch on his appearance and obsessive-compulsive disorder, Aiden wasn't such a closed-minded person.

The staff rushed out, discussed things among themselves, and relayed orders. Then the battle situation improved a little.

Anyway, there were more numbers here.

"Wow!"

"Kill him!"

There were shouts and countless people died. Both sides were in a state of evil.

After some time, the Artrode army began to be pushed back again despite being outnumbered. This was because there was a monster on the other side.

The staff's command was unable to stop him. The battle situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable.

In the meantime, Aiden sat elegantly, looking at himself in the mirror and busy eating fruit.

After a while, Aiden asked the knight next to him.

"How dead do you think they are?"

"Um… … We have more troops than before, and our opponent's forces have also been reduced considerably compared to before. But there are still many left. The opponent's superhumans are too strong."

"You must be a little tired after fighting this much."

"That's right. Because I've been fighting at the forefront the whole time."

"Then let's start moving slowly."

Aiden prefers to fight by draining his opponents of their strength, of course by putting out cards that are useless to him.

Although he was of little use to himself, it would be a stain on his reputation if he died too quickly. He thought it would be best to just leave at this point.

As Aiden rose, the maids clung to him and cleaned his armor once more.

"Okay, get ready."

Aiden rode on his white horse and laughed.

Turning the tide of battle with overwhelming force was his favorite scenario.

It was a great feeling, as if I was becoming a savior. Even if others died, my reputation would rise greatly.

"let's go."

Dagdak, dagdak, dagdak.

A white horse that resembled its owner walked away elegantly, carrying Aiden.

And then, the Silver Knights, Aiden's direct knight order, and the Atrode Kingdom army began to move.