novelraw Chapter 79: Borzoi again
Chapter 79: Borzoi again
The silence that followed the fall of the two beasts did not last long.
The guard knight who had stopped Maxwell earlier stepped forward again, his expression unchanged, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than routine.
"You see?"
His voice was calm.
"It is easy."
Maxwell turned to him slowly.
"Easy...?"
The word felt strange coming out of his mouth.
The guard knight nodded.
"There is no need for your group to intervene."
He gestured toward the fallen beasts.
"This place is already under control."
Maxwell stared at the corpses.
The blood.
The destruction.
The sheer force that had just been displayed.
Then back at the guard knight.
"And you expect me to believe that this is normal?"
The guard knight met his gaze.
"It is normal here."
Maxwell’s eyes narrowed.
"What changed?"
The guard knight answered without hesitation.
"Senior Borzoi is here."
The name hung in the air.
Maxwell frowned.
"Senior... Borzoi?"
Frazanna repeated quietly.
"Who is that?"
The Holy Knights behind them exchanged glances.
None of them recognized the name.
Maxwell looked back at the guard knight.
"Explain."
But before the guard knight could answer—
Another roar broke through the air.
This time, sharper.
More frantic.
More violent.
Every head turned again.
From the forest’s edge, something burst forth with overwhelming speed.
A deer.
But not an ordinary one.
Its body was larger than any natural creature.
Its muscles were swollen.
Its eyes glowed with a deep, unnatural red.
Its antlers were twisted, jagged, like blades that had been sharpened by endless battles.
Its breath came out in heavy bursts, each exhale carrying visible heat.
The ground cracked under its hooves as it charged forward without direction.
"Another one!"
One of the Holy Knights shouted.
"This one’s even worse!"
The deer let out a piercing cry, its voice echoing across the area like a warning of pure madness.
Maxwell’s body tensed immediately.
"This is not a normal beast..."
Frazanna nodded.
"It’s completely unstable."
The guard knights reacted at once.
They moved into position, just like before.
Spreading out.
Creating space.
Preparing to guide it.
But before they could fully set the formation—
Another sound erupted from the opposite side.
Heavy.
Violent.
A boar crashed through the trees, its massive body forcing its way forward like a living battering ram.
Its tusks were long and curved, stained with dried blood.
Its skin looked hardened, almost like armor.
Each step it took caused the ground to tremble.
Its eyes burned with the same frenzy.
The same madness.
The same uncontrollable aggression.
Maxwell inhaled sharply.
"Two again..."
But something felt different this time.
The deer did not turn toward the boar.
The boar did not turn toward the deer.
They both continued forward.
Separate.
Focused.
Unwilling to acknowledge each other.
The guard knights froze.
"That’s wrong..."
One of them muttered.
"They should be clashing..."
Another spoke, tension rising in his voice.
"They always clash..."
The formation broke.
Not in panic—
But in confusion.
The usual method was failing.
Maxwell noticed immediately.
"They’re not reacting to each other."
Frazanna added.
"They’re ignoring everything but their own rage."
The deer charged toward the wall.
The boar veered toward the workers.
Chaos loomed.
The guard knights hesitated.
Then one of them shouted.
"Call him!"
Another echoed.
"Call Senior Borzoi!"
The name spread quickly.
Urgent.
Almost desperate.
Maxwell’s eyes sharpened.
So this is the one they rely on.
For a moment—
Nothing happened.
Then—
A figure appeared.
Not from the forest.
Not from the gate.
But from the side.
Walking casually.
As if he had been there all along.
Borzoi.
His presence was not overwhelming at first glance.
His posture was relaxed.
Almost careless.
One arm—
Missing.
The other hand lifted casually as he used a finger to clean his ear.
He looked annoyed.
"Why are you shouting?"
His voice carried a lazy arrogance.
The guard knights immediately straightened.
"Senior Borzoi!"
Their voices were filled with relief.
Respect.
Confidence.
Maxwell studied him carefully.
That’s him?
Frazanna’s gaze remained fixed.
"He doesn’t look... extraordinary."
But something about him—
Something quiet—
Felt dangerous.
The beasts did not hesitate.
The moment they noticed movement—
They attacked.
The deer lunged first, its speed explosive, its antlers aimed directly at Borzoi’s chest.
The boar followed, its charge heavy, unstoppable.
Two directions.
Two attacks.
At the same time.
Maxwell’s eyes widened.
"He can’t avoid both—"
Borzoi moved.
Not fast.
Not exaggerated.
Just enough.
He stepped to the side.
The deer’s antlers missed him by inches, slicing through the air where he had just been.
At the same time—
He turned his body slightly.
The boar rushed past him, its massive form unable to stop its own momentum.
Borzoi did not chase.
He did not strike.
He simply walked.
The deer turned sharply, its hooves digging into the ground as it prepared to attack again.
The boar skidded, then redirected itself.
Both beasts locked onto him.
Again.
They charged.
Borzoi sighed.
"You’re loud."
He moved again.
This time, he stepped closer to the deer.
Not away.
Toward it.
At the last moment—
He shifted his position just enough.
The deer passed him.
And its path—
Aligned with the boar.
The two nearly collided.
But Borzoi did not let them.
He placed his foot lightly against the ground.
Adjusted his stance.
And with a simple motion of his body—
He changed their direction.
Just slightly.
Just enough.
The deer slammed into the boar’s side.
The boar roared in anger.
The deer cried out in response.
They separated.
But now—
They had acknowledged each other.
Maxwell’s breath caught.
"He’s..."
Frazanna whispered.
"He’s controlling them..."
Borzoi continued moving.
Effortlessly.
Every step he took.
Every turn he made.
Forced the beasts to adjust.
To react.
To collide.
Not directly.
Not immediately.
But gradually.
He did not overpower them.
He did not rush.
He guided them.
Like they were nothing more than tools.
The deer lunged again.
Borzoi ducked.
The boar charged.
Borzoi sidestepped.
Each movement caused them to crash into each other.
Claws met tusks.
Antlers struck hardened skin.
Flesh tore.
Blood spilled.
But Borzoi did not stop.
He kept moving.
Kept guiding.
Kept controlling.
The Holy Knights watched in complete silence.
Maxwell’s mind struggled to keep up.
This isn’t just skill...
This is something else.
The beasts grew more enraged.
More violent.
But also more reckless.
Their attacks lost precision.
Their movements became heavier.
Borzoi’s expression remained unchanged.
Almost bored.
He yawned lightly.
"Too slow."
He stepped aside again.
The deer’s attack missed.
The boar’s charge failed.
They crashed into each other once more.
Harder this time.
Stronger.
Their bodies slammed together with enough force to shake the ground.
The impact echoed.
Blood sprayed.
Their roars filled the air.
Maxwell clenched his fists.
"He’s not even trying..."
Frazanna nodded slowly.
"He doesn’t need to."
The battle dragged on.
But unlike before—
It was controlled from start to finish.
Borzoi dictated everything.
The pace.
The direction.
The outcome.
The beasts weakened.
Their strength drained.
Their bodies slowed.
Their breathing became uneven.
But still—
They fought.
Driven by instinct.
Driven by rage.
Until—
Borzoi stopped.
He stood still.
For the first time.
The beasts lunged again.
From both sides.
Maxwell leaned forward.
Now...
But Borzoi did not move immediately.
Instead—
Something changed.
His skin—
Began to redden.
Not gradually.
Instantly.
Like heat rising from within.
His muscles tightened.
His presence—
Exploded.
The air around him felt heavier.
More intense.
The guard knights stepped back instinctively.
Even Maxwell felt it.
"That... what is that..."
Frazanna’s eyes widened.
"His aura..."
Borzoi exhaled once.
Then—
He moved.
Fast.
Faster than before.
Faster than anything they had seen from him.
He stepped forward—
And drove his fist directly into the deer’s skull.
The impact—
Was absolute.