novelraw Chapter 190 : Chapter 190
Chapter 190 : Chapter 190
Chapter 190
"It's quite a spectacle."
Naskin Asran, who was surveying the battlefield, clicked his tongue.
It was his assessment of the Undead legion advancing in the distance and attacking Delanor Castle.
"To think they had prepared such a move."
The flow of the war, which had been pressing on, took a strange turn when the First Prince suddenly returned to the Imperial Castle.
Before long, the army led by Ariel Derabia delayed its participation in the war, and the situation continued with only the Second Prince's forces and Asran's army participating.
The war situation, which had been relentlessly pressing, had loosened.
But he wasn't anxious.
The more who clung to the fight, the more the military achievements had to be shared.
To Naskin, the withdrawal of the First Prince and Deravia felt more like an opportunity.
Isaac seemed to think similarly, as he pulled out a card he hadn't used until now.
He had created an army of the Undead using those who had died on the battlefield.
Knights and mages of high standing were resurrected as Death Knights and Liches.
Although they were beings without reason, their numbers, which had been relentlessly swelling, now reached a staggering two thousand.
This was because even the corpses on the battlefield that hadn't been collected had risen.
That wasn't all.
In the sky, a Black Dragon was emitting a peerless presence and Dragon Fear.
With a single Breath, the east gate, which Naskin had failed to breach and Simon Eurasia had defended, was brought down.
If the Undead had enough reason to distinguish between friend and foe, he would have led his legion to completely demolish the east gate long ago. It was that fatal of a move.
Moreover, the fact that the Black Dragon could exhale its breath more than once was an even greater disaster for Eurasia.
Soon, the Black Dragon, having recharged its Evil Energy, fired its Breath once more.
A power that even Naskin, who had stabilized his 8-star level, would have difficulty blocking without going all out.
'They might block it once or two, but eventually, Eurasia's 8-star beings will exhaust all their energy blocking the Black Dragon.'
He was mistaken.
A single sword energy split the dragon's breath.
The attack, which surpassed 8-star magic, lost its form and scattered as its source was cut.
Astonishment filled Naskin's eyes.
He had not known that the difference in level between one who had stabilized 8-stars and one who had mastered it would be so vast.
Simon's extraordinary actions didn't stop there.
"For Eurasia!!"
A hundred lancers poured out from the half-destroyed east gate.
These were the ones who had fought several open battles with the advancing Asran army.
Of course, the individual martial prowess of each one was not that great.
The one who appeared to be the commander of the knights at the forefront was a 6-star Master. The rest, composed of 4 to 6-star knights, formed ranks and carried out guerrilla warfare, striking and retreating.
They didn't easily fall into traps and didn't overextend, but Naskin thought that if he put his mind to it, he could annihilate them at any time.
His own cavalry, which included Superhumans, was by no means inferior to their level.
The reason he hadn't done so was because they had only targeted the Deravia army, whose defense against cavalry was weak.
Since they were reducing the strength of a rival kingdom on their own, there was no need to push themselves unnecessarily.
However, this too was a mistaken thought.
Just as he thought the mana of the lancers who had joined Simon Eurasia was soaring excessively, it finally reached the realm of Superhumans.
"What is this nonsense......"
His adjutant, watching from the side, showed such a reaction.
Naskin felt much the same.
He couldn't understand how they could achieve such a degree of mana synchronization while moving so quickly, how they could be refined into the spears of Superhumans.
What was certain was that hundreds of Undead began to be torn apart like paper in their wake.
Even the so-called high-ranking Undead, the Death Knights, couldn't withstand a single clash and had their limbs torn off.
The magic of the Liches was crushed by Simon's Haki and dissipated before it could even get close.
Kugugugugu.
"..."
The Haki was so fierce that the vibrations were transmitted even to him, who was far away.
In the blink of an eye, nearly five hundred Undead had fallen.
The Second Prince, who was commanding them from behind, also looked deeply flustered by the unexpected force.
Cheers erupted from Eurasia Castle, and then another knight order on horseback emerged from the gate.
The White Knight Order.
The ones led by Eurasia's First Prince began to slaughter the disoriented Undead, scattering pure white mana.
As if not to be outdone, another knight order using black mana came out of a different gate.
The Black Knight Order.
It had to be the ones led by Eurasia's Second Prince.
The number of Undead decreased that quickly.
The Evil Energy raised new Undead, but the scene of them soon perishing repeated itself.
The knights of Eurasia cheered at the sight of the three knight orders slaughtering the Undead.
At that moment, Simon left the lancers and rode his horse alone in one direction.
There was the Black Dragon, flapping its wings and catching its breath.
[Krararara.]
The area fell silent due to the Fear emitted by the dragon.
"..."
A pressure so intense that even Naskin, who was far away, frowned.
As Simon dismounted, the horse that had completed its mission collapsed.
It had approached so close, protected by 8-star mana, but in the end, it could not overcome the limits of its species.
On the other hand, Simon, who had taken the full force of the pressure head-on, his spirit, far from wavering.
Drrrrrr.
He showed a display of unsparingly unleashing his personal level.
As the energies of the human and the dragon collided, the entire area was shaken.
And.
BOOM!
The battle began with a massive crash.
The Black Dragon parried several slashes from Simon with its front paws.
Each time a sword strike he couldn't parry scratched its body, the torn scales could be seen falling to the ground like rain.
A knight who hunts dragons, a Dragon Slayer.
A title that had now become a legend, remaining only in the hearts of knights.
Simon Eurasia seemed determined to obtain that title.
Slashes dyed in gray pierced the Black Dragon's scales and cut its flesh.
From the sky to the ground.
The flowing black blood seemed to symbolize the end of a creature that could not overcome the laws of nature.
And so.
After its flesh had been cut several times.
Kooong.
The Black Dragon's massive body could no longer endure and landed on the ground.
"They called him a monster......"
Naskin gritted his teeth.
Before being the king of an enemy nation, as a single knight, a sense of awe filled him.
His competitive spirit boiled at the audacity of not flinching even before a dragon.
"Your Highness."
His adjutant, noticing his emotions, shook his head.
He was not just a knight, but the Crown Prince of the Asran Kingdom.
A commander who had to strike the enemy's weakness and lead the war to victory.
"I know."
Naskin cleared his head by rotating his mana.
His boiling emotions subsided, and his head grew cold.
Simon Eurasia had dragged the Black Dragon to the ground, and the knights of Eurasia were slaughtering the Undead, but that also meant that the forces defending the castle had decreased.
The wounded Black Dragon was regenerating over and over, and the fallen Undead were also reviving repeatedly.
'That strange artifice won't last forever either.'
There must be some kind of restriction.
He had to settle the score before then.
As expected.
"Sir Naskin, His Highness the Prince has ordered to sally forth and capture the castle."
One of the Prince's Superhumans approached and reported.
"Who are you ordering."
"But this is His Highness the Prince's..."
"Sallying forth is my will."
"His Highness the Prince's command is absolute."
"I do not listen to anyone's commands."
"..."
The Superhuman bit his lip at the impertinence that went beyond rudeness.
"I am no fool either, so I will sally forth at the appropriate time. Tell your master that."
"..."
"If your role as a messenger is over, then get out of my sight."
"I wish you luck in battle."
The Superhuman, who replied as if spitting out the words in insult, quickly disappeared.
"Hmph. Those who crossed the wall through pathetic means, acting up without knowing their place."
Not all Superhumans were the same.
After his outburst, he looked at the tactician who had been standing silently beside the adjutant.
"Report what you have gathered."
Bow.
The old man who stepped forward and bowed his head opened his mouth.
"Simon Eurasia's momentum is quite fierce, but he is alone."
The Black Dragon was regenerating with some kind of power, and Simon Eurasia, who was blocking it, would also see his power come to an end someday, he said.
"The same goes for the Undead legion. Eurasia is fighting quite well, but if the forces under His Highness the Second Prince join the battle, they will soon collapse. If the Black Dragon is still holding on by then, they will not be able to abandon their king and return to the castle. There is a high probability that Escardo or the Superhumans of the allied kingdoms will additionally join the battle."
"So?"
"Aim for the gap when the castle's defenses are weakened. When that time comes, even Escardo Schtenberg will not be able to block Your Highness's advance."
"Not a bad picture."
Escardo Schtenberg, who had been evaluated as being several steps below Naskin, was also recently known to have reached 8-stars.
His head would be enough to make up for a somewhat late entry into the war.
Minimize the losses, maximize the gains.
"A war needs to have this kind of flavor."
He, who had revived the demeanor of a conquering monarch, made his decision.
"We will strike the north gate."
If they could break through the castle while Simon Eurasia was absent, this war would end in their victory.
"I will seize the momentum. Gather all forces at the north gate."
At the command of the 8-star knight, the legion of five thousand, including five Superhumans, began to move.
***
A creature that could shatter the barrier of a castle wall, in which the Superhumans of Cornelia had participated, with a single breath.
"I had high expectations since it's a legendary creature. It was just a half-measure."
Simon commented as he watched the Black Dragon regenerate its wounds.
He tore its scales with sword energy and used Haki to drag it to the ground.
After a few exchanges, he inflicted wounds close to serious injuries.
But that was all.
The Black Dragon emitted Evil Energy and showed its wounds healing quickly.
"Is the inability to use mana a side effect of being revived?"
The dragon race is said to be a being blessed by mana.
Unlike other creatures that have to create a Mana Heart, they can accept a large amount of mana with their Dragon Heart itself, and they are known to live a long life that cannot be compared to even elves.
"I had hoped it wasn't just a legend left in literature, but reality is disappointing."
Not only could it not use magic, but its powerful body also couldn't be clad in mana, showing a sight of being helplessly cut by his sword energy.
Simon also had to expend a considerable amount of Haki, but it was a sight that was somewhat different in level from what he had expected.
"Wouldn't it be shameful to gain the title of Dragon Slayer by cutting down something of your level."
How many on the continent could say this in front of a dragon?
[Krrrrr.]
The Black Dragon emitted Fear in response to the insult.
A black curtain descended around them.
Kugugugu.
Simon, who had shaken off the Fear by emitting Haki, concentrated mana on Tetillon.
This was because the longer he was held back by the Black Dragon, the more disadvantageous the war situation would become for Eurasia.
'To use a sword that it cannot regenerate from, I'll need to pour in about 80% of my power.'
To recover the exhausted energy, he would not be able to engage in a proper battle for about a week.
The moment Simon, having made his decision, was about to unfold Carpe Illusion.
Ssssss.
The Black Dragon's massive body, covered in Evil Energy, began to shrink.
Soon, the shrunken body took on a human form.
'Polymorph?'
Simon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the middle-aged man with long black hair.
Just because it had polymorphed didn't mean its essence had changed.
"Sheathe your sword, human."
Fluent imperial language.
"You who harbors a piece of the great one."
At that moment, the reason Simon, who was about to swing his sword without a care, wavered.
"I have something I must tell you."
It was because the Black Dragon, its eyes flashing with a wild glint, was smiling.