Surviving as a Knight in a Trash Game

Chapter 140

“Mary Perpin. Come out.”

“What, what is the matter?”

“I will not say it twice. Mary Perpin, come out and stand in front. The Perpin family too, all come out and stand here.”

The figures in white robes, who had always seemed kind, lined up a middle-aged woman named Mary Perpin and her family.

They, not knowing the reason, unknowingly stepped forward and lined up in the suddenly heavy atmosphere.

“We have something to investigate about you, so follow quietly. If there’s nothing special, you’ll be able to eat delicious bread and stew in a warm home tomorrow.”

The atmosphere wasn’t one where they could even ask what would happen if that weren’t the case.

Soldiers in white robes positioned themselves behind Mary Perpin and her family.

By the time she and her family reached the outskirts of the village, numerous people had already arrived there.

Their appearances were so ravaged that it was difficult to look at them.

And a woman, her whole body seared by fire and her eyes vacant, was brought in.

“Fiona…?”

Mary realized that those around her were also people who had tried to find their families with Fiona.

‘Ah… Essus….’

The name of God unknowingly escaped her lips.

“Do you know your sins of sowing suspicion and deceiving people while receiving warm food and lodging through Lord Decarabia’s grace?”

Mary, who was immediately thrown to the ground, realized that the situation was taking a strange turn.

Perhaps today would be her last.

Her life flashed before her eyes like a panorama.

“Kkeuaaaak!”

A heated iron rod seared the side of one of the captured men.

Starting with that scream, sounds filled with pain surged from all directions.

‘Ah… it’s all because of me….’

Fiona’s gaze, her entire body broken, swept over the dying people.

The light of hope in her eyes extinguished.

‘Someone, if there truly is a God… hear these screams and save us… It’s fine if I die… please save at least those who remain….’

Her head slowly slumped towards the ground.

It was at that moment, when even the pain rising from her entire body felt distant.

Kwaaaang!

A sound like an explosion struck her ears from somewhere.

And her head, which had been slumping, rose.

For some reason, she felt a warm energy.

It was a warm sensation she had never felt even once.

“Stop them! Stop them!”

The bishop in the white robe screamed as if having a seizure, and mounted knights who appeared from somewhere, along with those called warriors of Decarabia, surrounded the knights.

Hwaaaaaaak!

At that moment, a dazzling golden aura became petals and scattered in all directions.

At that overwhelmingly majestic and splendid beauty, Fiona momentarily forgot even her pain.

Chwaaaak!

The petals of aura, as threatening as they were beautiful, cut down the warriors of Decarabia.

Thus, with a single attack, the lives of numerous personnel vanished.

Hwaaaak!

Following that, white divine power burst forth from the bodies of Walter and Daniel.

Beside them, Bastien, wielding a greatsword while emitting blue aura, and Kelvin, wielding white

aura, followed.

Bloody winds arose here and there, and the warriors of Decarabia, unable to properly respond to the storm-like attacks of the Masters, collapsed like sheaves of straw.

“What are you all doing! There are barely ten of them!”

Since a number several times greater than Karl and the knights still remained, the bishop didn’t even entertain the thought that they would lose.

Nevertheless, the 10 knights moved freely through the space where hundreds of enemies were gathered, as if it were their own home, and ravaged them.

“Diogo! Evacuate the people with Marco.”

At Karl’s declaration, Diogo quickly moved and began to gather the people.

Marco also naturally began to organize the surroundings according to Karl’s command.

As they tried to move with the people, the warriors of Decarabia reformed their ranks and charged at them.

“Aim for those who are fleeing! Kill all those who are fleeing!”

The bishop, noticing that the knights were trying to save the people, began to tenaciously target the fleeing servants of God.

“Move in pairs of two. Sir Duke, Sir Daniel as one. Sir Bastien and Rogério as one!”

Karl quickly gave orders, dividing them into teams of two to protect the servants of God.

At the very front of those fleeing were Bastien and Rogério, and at the very rear remained Karl and Kelvin.

The enemy surged towards the 10 knights protecting the people like a wave.

“Commander! This is difficult as it is!”

The number of people to protect was about 200.

It was virtually an impossible task for 10 men to protect this many people against 500 enemies.

It was only because those present were skilled knights that they were barely able to hold on.

Ududuk.

At that moment, a sound as if muscles were twisting in someone’s body was heard, and a huge energy began to gather in one place.

“Hoo…!”

The moment a light breath escaped Bastien’s lips, who had writhing muscles, bulging veins, and shoulders like a great mountain, his greatsword rose high into the sky and then fell downwards like a thunderbolt.

[Roland Greatsword Style. Ultimate Technique: Earth Shatter.]

The moment Bastien’s chillingly blue aura struck the ground, the ground exploded with a tremendous roar.

Kwaaaaaaaaaang!!!

As the earth burst apart, the soil and stones from the ground flew in all directions, and the aura that struck the ground similarly shot up from the ground with the soil.

The fragments of aura that exploded in all directions pierced dozens of approaching enemies on the spot and flew away.

“Wow… as expected of the elder… you’re still vigorous!”

Bastien, who was catching his breath, barely managed to stop his qi and blood from twisting at the words, unsure if they were praise or something else, coming from somewhere.

“Well then… shall I also try once…!”

“Don’t, save your strength.”

Karl, recognizing that Kelvin was about to use a big technique, quickly stopped him.

If it wasn’t someone of Bastien’s level, using a big technique could lead to a noticeable decrease in fighting power due to depleted energy.

Right now, they not only had to reduce the enemy in front of them but also take care of the fleeing people.

Kelvin, who quickly assessed the situation, nodded in response and lightly severed the neck of an approaching enemy.

“Withdraw quickly!”

No matter how skilled the knights were, if things dragged on, there was a clear limit to what 10 men could do.

Karl ordered a swift retreat at the opportune moment.

“Karl…!”

Just as the group reformed their ranks and retreated in response to Karl’s retreat signal, the enemies regrouped and charged again.

And from the direction Bastien had shouted, another new group was approaching them.

A sinister aura, entirely black, enveloped the group as well.

‘Was that it….’

The suddenly appeared organization called Postasia, ability enhancement through human sacrifice and human offerings.

Everything pointed to one group.

“It’s truly been a long time! It feels like I’ve returned to the East Continent!”

Bastien’s gaze, tightly gripping his greatsword with his massive frame, met Karl’s.

And Bastien slowly nodded, then moved beside Karl.

Karl, with his sword hanging loosely as always, stood with an expressionless face beside Bastien, who cracked his steel-thick neck left and right and rested his greatsword on his shoulder.

The rest of the group, excluding the two, were leading the people and quickly exiting the area.

“Aren’t there too many, far too many?”

“There were more back then, weren’t there?”

“Was that so? It was so long ago, my memory is hazy.”

“Even the renowned General Lionheart seems to have aged.”

“Isn’t that natural? No one escapes the passage of time. Still.”

Bastien’s muscles twitched once more, and veins bulged in his blood vessels as if they would burst.

“Today doesn’t seem like the day to die.”

The massive greatsword fell towards the ground once more.

With a tremendous roar, the torsos of dozens of approaching individuals were shattered by the aura and sent flying.

“I can tell where you came from without asking! Isn’t that right? General Bastien!”

The leader of the newly approaching group, still quite far away, shouted towards Bastien.

“I didn’t expect to see you here! Your Highness, the 3rd Prince!”

3rd Prince Patrick Gloster, it seemed he was one of the scattered imperial family members.

‘The Prince, a Tarantula…?’

There was only one explanation for the familiar and unpleasant aura emanating from their bodies.

“Are you the Count Karl Meyer whose fame is so widespread these days?”

“That’s right.”

“I don’t believe I’ve had any reason to be at odds with you?”

“Are you trying to pretend what you did while wearing a mask never happened? You’re more shameless than I imagined.”

“…”

The moment Karl’s words ended, a subtle twitch appeared and disappeared on Patrick’s cold, expressionless face.

“I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about.”

Pfft.

To Patrick, who was trying his best to act unfazed, all Karl did was sneer.

And that single action of his thoroughly scraped Patrick’s pride.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, trying to spirit away our Postasia people, but to think you can stop us with just two men is truly foolish.”

As he said, it might have been recklessness for two men to stop all of them.

Nevertheless, the two were not worried.

Had the path of carnage they had walked so far been safe and comfortable?

“Let’s see… if you survive this time too.”

Taking advantage of a momentary lapse in the enemy’s guard due to the standoff, Bastien’s greatsword fell from the sky like a thunderbolt.

[Roland Greatsword Style. Thunderbolt Drop.]

If Earth Shatter focused immense power into a single blow, Thunderbolt Drop was a technique that crushed enemies through continuous vertical slashes.

However, Bastien’s motion of pulverizing enemies with his greatsword showed little difference between the first attack and now.

His swordsmanship was simple and clear.

Swiftly and powerfully crushing the opponent thoroughly was the core of the Roland Greatsword Style.

Kwaang! Kwang! Kwaang! Kwang!

With light explosive sounds as if real thunderbolts were striking, numerous enemies burst apart.

And beside him, Karl’s sword once again emitted lightning.

[Karl Meyer Style. 3rd Form. Lightning]

The golden aura lightning bolts extending from Karl’s sword pulverized Patrick’s subordinates who were rushing in.

The enemies in the front line were stopped by the powerful blow, but soon, the second and third ranks of enemies relentlessly pressed towards Karl and Bastien.

“Let’s survive this time too!”

Bastien, looking at the surging enemies, laughed even louder and swung his greatsword.

Beside him, Karl moved like the wind, continuing his attacks.

The two thus faced the relentlessly surging enemies and continued their offense and defense without yielding an inch.

Watching the two move so fiercely, Patrick gradually became annoyed.

“Why on earth… are you doing this?”

The moment those annoyed words escaped Patrick’s lips, golden aura surged from Karl’s sword once more.

Kwaaaang!

“Flee.”

The two, who seemed ready to charge at the enemies at any moment, began to flee quickly with Karl’s short command.

“Where do you think you’re going! Do the renowned Knight of the Lighthouse and General Lionheart flee with the enemy before them!”

The 3rd Prince shouted earnestly, but the two fleeing were serious.

The speed of two fully-fledged Master-grade knights fleeing with determination was truly like the wind.

“Do we pursue?”

“Relay the message to the main camp. The place they’re heading is likely Arthur Domain or Collo County. Strike before they return.”

They probably came here with a small elite force because they didn’t want an all-out war either.

It seemed they hadn't anticipated that something like this would happen, and that Patrick himself would be here.

In any case, the incident had occurred.

If a conflict had already begun, they had to make the first move.