Chapter 886 - Against Four
"Shit, fall back! Fall back! Step back, you moron! Hey, back off, back, back! These crazy spellcasters!"
It was the shout of the supervising unit's commander.
Even the supervising unit, which usually has to order an advance even by aiming spears at the backs of allies, was in this state.
That's how flustered they were.
Why on earth did a swamp suddenly appear?
At the commander's words, the unit fell back, but the swamp's fog was faster.
The fog covered a certain area.
Whatever the case, those who entered it not only couldn't see ahead but also suffered from hallucinations.
"Mom?"
"Rebecca, you're dead."
"Shit, go away, go away!"
The unit stabbed each other.
Blood spattered and flesh was cut.
A unit suffering from extreme hallucinations is not one to discuss morale.
It's time to discuss survival.
The fog clumped and floated as if alive, swallowing three or four soldiers at a time.
It looked as if a monster made of fog was eating people.
The fortunate thing was that the fog only formed in a specific area.
Quick-eyed and quick-footed guys dodged it well.
Naturally, all of this was harmony wrought by magic.
A miracle blocked the army.
They had never experienced such a spell before.
The commander cast his gaze forward while dodging the fog.
It was maddening why this fog didn't clear even though the knightly order had stepped in.
"Uh? Uh-uh-uh-uh."
While dodging a clump of fog, a couple of soldiers fell into the swamp.
Once feet were tied like that, being eaten by the slowly approaching fog was only a matter of time.
"Crazy!"
An impatient soldier shouted.
The swamp, which had been forming as if spreading in a certain area, appeared as suddenly poked holes in the ground, becoming ankle traps.
'Does this really make sense?'
Even if it's called a spell, isn't it acting practically alive?
"Geh, shit, are they crazy, really!"
The commander shouted with frustration.
While doing so, his gaze headed towards those fighting ahead.
At this rate, he would die too.
But he couldn't retreat recklessly either.
Before leaving, the Knight Commander ordered, 'Wait and then advance.'
The knightly order is above the supervising unit.
Simply put, they possessed the authority to execute all of them summarily if they did anything foolish.
Therefore, it is natural to die if they disobey orders.
It was content engraved in their minds no different from brainwashing.
So there was only one thing the commander wished for.
'Hurry up and kill them all to end this.'
The five Mud Knights must finish the job quickly and return.
That is the only way to survive.
Through the bizarrely spread fog, the commander saw the knights' fight.
The difference in numbers was clear.
To the extent he didn't know why they were stopped there.
Perhaps finding it frustrating, even the Commander had stepped forward.
Now they just had to hold out a little longer, right?
It was when he harbored such hope.
'What is that?'
In his eyes, a lump falling abruptly from the sky was visible.
At a glance, it looked like a person.
That lump fell upon the head of an allied knight.
The commander recalled a memory from his childhood of seeing an eagle pouncing on a deer.
Just now, an eagle with dark green wings intruded onto the battlefield.
To his eyes, it looked that way.
Only, that eagle used a sword and had arms and legs attached.
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Jaxen sprawled on the ground after spitting out the poison.
His legs were numb.
It was because a load was placed on his muscles due to excessive movement.
"You just had to buy a little time. Don't go dying on your own."
Enkrid said without looking back.
Apart from the meaning, Jaxen laughed at his words.
Don't go dying on your own.
Well, he intends to faithfully comply with those words.
As a member of The Madmen Knights.
If someone had told him a few years ago that a day like this would come, he would have beautifully made five holes in the speaker's neck.
Now, following the Captain's orders is enjoyable.
Enkrid opened his mouth again looking forward as soon as he spoke.
Should one say it was even before the opponent could react?
He led the atmosphere with his entrance and attitude.
"Attention everyone, everybody take a short break..."
Bbeong-!
Kwang!
Pustis of the Mud Knights listened to what the opponent said, then lowered his stance and swung his flail forward.
Not aiming for a precise striking point, but to block the guy rushing in.
Should one call it urgent defense?
Although surprised, it also meant he responded immediately.
'Striking while speaking?'
Pustis thought while receiving the attack.
A deceptive sword from Valaf-style mercenary swordsmanship.
Originally, deceptive swordsmanship is closer to tactics.
The bastard who appeared suddenly utilized it.
Furthermore, he uses it better than Pustis himself.
'Crazy bastard.'
Controlling momentum, he spits out utterly absurd words.
Suggesting a break suddenly here, gathering everyone's gaze, followed by a charge.
Pa-a-ang!
The sound of the flail cutting the air is cheerful.
It was because it didn't hit anything.
'This bastard?'
What's more, the guy didn't even charge.
Even that was a trick.
Pretending to rush, he kicked off the ground and stopped after taking only one step.
While doing so, he swung his sword to the left.
The left foot the guy stepped with became the perfect step positioned for swinging the sword.
Simultaneously with extending his foot, a blue line stretched out and cut through space.
The roar burst there.
It was a sword slash aimed exactly at his fellow knight.
Having seen the sword aiming for him, a natural reaction came out.
Receiving the attack while swinging his sword.
Two swords that tore the air met and separated.
A shockwave spread in concentric circles from where the two pieces of metal met.
Wind raged in all directions as if a typhoon was hitting, and the cloak worn by the crazy bastard fluttered.
Parararak!
Didn't the cloak shrink compared to before?
When he first appeared, it seemed to cover his body and reach his legs.
Didn't that look like wings?
Enkrid spread his cloak to ride the wind and glide when falling from Weird Eyes, but since it was unnecessary now, it naturally shrank on its own.
Knight Longarm, who clashed swords with the opponent, kicked the ground tuk-tuk and retreated two steps.
It was a movement to disperse the impact.
Longarm furrowed his brow.
He, who blocked the blow, had no choice but to disperse the impact, yet the opponent remained stopped in place, no rebound force.
Even though he had a wound on his thigh, the difference was clear.
What does the current exchange tell?
'The difference in strength is evident.'
Pustis, exercising insight, saw that monster as an opponent possessing monstrous strength equal to his Commander.
"What did you ride in on?"
Longarm asked.
Everyone cast their gaze to the sky once.
From up there, a winged horse looks down on them.
That horse looked as if he intended to intrude if things went wrong.
"A monster?"
Longarm asked as if talking to himself.
"A divine beast."
Enkrid answered.
It was an atmosphere where questions and answers seemed likely to go back and forth for a long time.
Knight Commander Baric knew how to use this atmosphere.
Just before the opponent opened his mouth, he had already put strength into his feet.
Strength reaching from feet to knees to waist is transmitted through the body.
Advancing as is, he puts strength into the swinging knife.
His knife was the length of an ordinary adult male's forearm.
A weapon sharpened on only one side with adjusted center of gravity, a knife that cut and split anything it caught.
Although it looked like a short knife in his hand, it was a weapon that could be called a falchion.
Furthermore, he puts his unique monstrous strength into this and adds technique.
It's not swordplay using only simple strength.
Speed, timing, and strength harmonize.
Even if blocked, it cuts, and dodging isn't easy either.
Once, near the Demon Realm, it was called 'swordplay that cuts even demons.'
It was just before that swordplay was meant to begin.
Unfortunately, Baric couldn't advance or swing his sword at the timing he wanted.
Bba-a!
Because of a projectile flying near his Adam's apple with an annoying noise.
He, who was about to advance, changed his center of gravity in an instant, turned his wrist, and used the flat of his sword as a shield to block what flew in.
Kwang!
A roar bursts again.
What he blocked was a oddly shaped knife.
The heavy lump that hit his blade bounced sideways and stuck into the ground.
Even though it bounced off, it embedded itself deep into the ground so that not even the handle was visible.
The sound was heavy instead of loud.
And the spot thrown at was truly clever.
If it aimed for the head, he would have dodged with just a nod and rushed in, and if it aimed for the torso, he would have trusted his armor and deflected it.
'Aiming for the Adam's apple.'
Aiming exactly for the gap in the armor.
And a part difficult to dodge by just nodding the head.
It was cut off before the attack even began.
Gathering brushwood to start a fire, but the wind blows and snuffs it out before the flame even catches.
Is it a crisis?
Baric asked inwardly.
Probably not.
The fortunate thing for him was that his subordinate knights were here with him.
Isn't doing anything to win and survive the Mud Knights' way?
They haven't lost the advantage.
The situation hasn't changed.
Baric judged so.
It was at the moment after blocking the dagger.
As soon as the one who threw the dagger showed an opening, Knight Barod clasped his hands together and struck near the opponent's left shoulder with the edge of the shield used for both offense and defense.
The opponent held a sword in his right hand and had just thrown a dagger with his left.
Enkrid raised the hand that threw the dagger upwards.
With the palm facing up.
That hand struck the elbow just before Barod's attack was executed.
Teong!
Hit near the armor protecting the elbow, the striking point blurs and the posture is disrupted.
Barod retreated.
He doesn't overdo it.
If they fight taking time, this side has the advantage.
There was no need to fight forcefully.
It was only the time to exhale a few breaths, but the skills shown by the guy who suddenly dropped from the sky were truly surprising.
Pustis was blocked in his feint attack, then Knight Longarm had to retreat because of the strength with which the guy swung the sword, Baric stopped his hand because of the flying dagger, and finally, even Barod's attack was blocked.
Is it time to even say they were surprised?
All four didn't do that.
The gazes of those four headed behind the guy who appeared.
Remaining was Venom, and he was a guy who fought pervertedly originally.
Venom aimed not for Enkrid, but for Jaxen sitting and massaging his calf.
Just as the blade aims for Jaxen's head.
Tuk
It looked like a hand suddenly came out of empty air.
It was the power of an artifact similar to an invisibility cloak that hides one's appearance and presence.
It was an attack where presence wasn't felt even a little until just before taking the hand out of the cloak.
Yet Jaxen swung his dagger well and blocked it.
Tang-
As the attack was blocked, Venom bounced and retreated.
That movement was like a ball filled with air and thrown.
Speed gained from elasticity.
"Once you've surpassed a certain level, don't rely on artifacts too much."
Jaxen muttered.
"Are you teaching me?"
Venom said as if whispering low, filled with killing intent.
"My teacher asked me to convey this if I happened to meet you."
"...You."
"Geogr's Dagger Master is my teacher."
"That disgusting bastard."
If you're an assassin, killing people well is enough, wasn't he the guy blabbering about some great cause or meaning?
A lump of hypocrisy who rushed in immediately upon seeing people being caught and experimented on for poison research.
"He was an excellent teacher."
Jaxen said and stood up.
He used the time Enkrid bought him well.
In that time, Enkrid blocked the four's attack attempts one more time.
Simultaneously with Venom's sword slash, the four also attempted attacks, but the four knights couldn't achieve what they wanted.
Before properly engaging with the opponent, the flow was cut tuk-tuk.
Naturally, what Enkrid is using now is Killing Embers.
A technique that blocked even Beelrog's attack.
Afterwards, he focused on training and repeated high-intensity discipline.
The result was this.
The hands and feet of the four Mud Knights were tied.
The four knights revealed bewilderment.
Enkrid steadied his breathing, maintained concentration, and asked.
"Ready?"
The question is directed backwards.
"Ready."
An answer returns to the question.
Enkrid didn't ask at length, and Jaxen's answer was also simple.
Venom, watching that, furrowed his brow.
"Arrogant things. Do you think anything changes because one became two?"
No answer returned.
Ignoring.
There's no particular reason.
Just because it's time to focus on what they have to do.
Of course, Venom was extremely annoyed.
"These mongrel bastards."
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