NOVEL WEB Chapter 481
Chapter 481: Things Will Be a Little Easier for a While (2)
Clop, clop, clop.
The Black King walked forward leisurely. Ghislaine, mounted above, shared that same relaxed expression.
There was no other way to be. Despite having double the numbers, the Penris Army was more than capable of handling it.
And those following Ghislaine—Ereness, Parniel, Belinda, and Gillian—were all exceptionally powerful beings, with Kaor also being an elite knight.
With a total of five superhumans, there was no reason to fear the fatigued and demoralized 5th Legion.
Kaor felt quite gloomy upon realizing that Gillian had just become a superhuman.
“Damn it… I wanted to surpass the old man first.”
The fortress was completely blocked. A bit of laziness in training also contributed to the issue. At times like this, it’s better to just fight for your life.
Whoosh.
The Black King roughly kicked up dust. It was time to jump again.
“Hmm, no need to think much today.”
Ghislaine smiled as she rested her spear on her shoulder. Their overwhelming offensive strength rendered strategy meaningless.
But Count Candore hadn’t completely given up yet.
“Everyone, focus! We have twice their numbers! No matter how strong Count Penris is, we have superhumans on our side too!”
At those words, the commanders and staff began to gather their spirits.
Intimidated by Count Penris’s renown and outrageous mobility, they had lost their confidence.
But upon reflection, they realized their forces weren’t that lacking.
Though tired, they were still elite troops who had won consecutive victories against the Kingdom Army and Allied Forces.
While they might not match the individual prowess of the infamous Penris Army, they had double the numbers.
The staff nodded in agreement.
“If the Priest from the Salvation Society can hold Count Penris, then… with our numbers, we can certainly manage.”
“Right. We have no choice but to fight. There’s no benefit in being scared.”
“It’s fortunate for us that Count Penris approached for a direct engagement instead of his specialty, surprise attacks.”
They all shared similar thoughts, igniting their morale.
In truth, avoiding the fight was the best course of action, but could they just roll over and die without a fight?
For them, there was no choice but to engage fiercely and aim for victory.
The commanders of the Delphine Army spread this sentiment everywhere, attempting to boost morale.
“Yeah, after all, Count Penris is just a person!”
“If stabbed by a spear, he’ll die just the same.”
“We’ve never lost until now!”
“No reason to be scared without even putting up a fight!”
The morale of the Delphine Army began to rise. No one was willing to just die. They truly showed their mettle as elite troops.
Count Candore felt his fighting spirit rekindle as he observed such soldiers.
“Count Penris, that arrogant little brat. He’s gotten quite conceited after winning a few times. How dare he challenge me directly? Not with the full Northern Army, but only a faction?”
Thinking about it, it was quite an affront to his pride. He had been a lord and military commander long before Ghislaine was even born.
Even if it took considerable sacrifice, he was determined to trample this opportunity flat.
His failure to confront the full might of the Northern Army was due to feeling burdened, not because he feared Count Penris.
Count Candore repeated this to himself several times to regain his focus.
“The Priest must capture Count Penris. I’ll sweep up the rest.”
“Understood. Don’t worry. I’ll deflate that brat’s ego today.”
The one who answered with an arrogant expression was Grieveil, the judge of the Salvation Society.
He had always looked down on Ghislaine. The first one she killed, Raviere, was someone close to a theologian, and the others weren’t much different.
However, Grieveil was somewhat different from the other priests. He loved using his body from a young age and learned various combat techniques.
To be honest, he wanted to become an executioner like Aiden, but his exceptional divine power led him to become a judge.
“I actually didn’t like retreating out of fear. I think it’s a good thing we’ll get to fight like this.”
At Grieveil’s arrogant words, Count Candore frowned.
Regardless of Count Penris, the Northern Army was 80,000 strong. Moreover, 25,000 troops led by Maurice were on the way.
In front of them, the Kingdom Army and Allied Forces had 20,000 troops forming a defensive line, while the Raybold Army threatened supply routes from behind.
Surrounded on all sides, and he’s making comments like that. Truly a fool devoid of insight.
“Well, it’s not just… because of that. The difference in numbers is considerable.”
Though unpleasant, Count Candore didn’t bother to dig further. There was no need to have a conflict with his own side just before a critical battle.
As the 5th Legion finished their preparations, the Penris Army drew near.
Count Candore shouted with a determined voice.
“They’re coming! Everyone, prepare!”
Clank! Clank! Clank!
The Delphine Army gritted their teeth and held up their shields and spears.
The power of the Penris cavalry was renowned. They had to muster all their strength to withstand the strong charge.
As Ghislaine approached slowly, she wore a subtle smile at the sight.
“Hmm… Yes, that’s how it should be.”
Killing enemies who had lost their fighting spirit didn’t match her taste.
Their fiery resolve would ignite the flame inside her heart as well.
“Let’s go. If we push them back, things will be a bit easier for a while.”
Clop, clop, thud, thud!
The Black King, who had been walking slowly, gradually picked up speed and began to gallop like a tempest.
Simultaneously, Ghislaine’s close associates and the Penris Mobile Army also increased their pace.
Thud, thud, thud!
Facing the fierce momentum of the Penris Army, the Delphine soldiers gritted their teeth. They just needed to endure the initial charge.
The wizards also drew upon their magic power. They intended to strike from the most effective distance without delay.
And as the foremost Ghislaine charged ahead, Grieveil dashed out.
Boom!
With tremendous speed, he shouted loudly.
“Let’s see if you can keep up! Count Penris!”
Grieveil channeled energy, waving his hand with the intention of slicing the horse’s neck.
Wham!
“Huh?”
Grieveil’s attack sliced through the air. The Black King jumped high, soaring over him.
“What a joke.”
Ghislaine left those words behind and continued charging forward.
As Grieveil turned around angrily, he yelled.
“You brat! Where do you think you’re going?”
Even if Grieveil shouted, Ghislaine didn’t bother responding. She was too busy dashing toward enemy lines.
Grieveil’s face flushed red. How dare he ignore him like this!
As he tried to summon more energy to chase after her,
Thud, thud, thud!
Vines suddenly rose from the ground, grabbing Grieveil’s ankles.
Ereness passed by him with an indifferent expression.
“What the… is this!”
As Grieveil struggled to cut the vines holding him,
Boom!
Suddenly, dozens of daggers surrounded him.
“What….”
Each dagger suspended in the air was infused with aura blade energy. As Grieveil faltered at the absurd technique, the daggers began to move.
Clang, clang, clang!
“Ugggh!”
The daggers, moving like light, carved into Grieveil’s body.
He had no idea how to defend against such an overwhelming barrage. All he could do was channel all his energy to endure.
While Grieveil wrestled with the daggers, Belinda casually passed him by.
Boom!
“Ughhh! These bastards!”
With injuries all over his body and drenched in blood, Grieveil drew all his energy just to swat away the daggers one by one.
Black energy swirled around to seal his wounds. They would heal quickly; after all, their strength lay precisely in this recovery ability.
Yet the attacks didn’t end there.
As he finally gathered himself to fight, a massive mace materialized right before him.
“Gah!”
Boom!
He barely raised his arm to block, but Grieveil realized something was off.
Crack!
The arm that blocked the mace shattered, while the leg he was standing on broke under the impact.
Overwhelmed by incomprehensible force, Grieveil found himself sitting down without realizing it.
Casting a sidelong glance at Parniel, who merely ignored him and charged ahead.
“Grrr… what are these guys!”
He was disregarded by Count Penris and unable to resist against those rushing past him.
How many superhumans do these bastards even have!
“I won’t let this slide…”
Unlike the other priests, Grieveil was confident in battle, and he felt an intense humiliation in this situation.
Grinding his teeth, he sought to rise and take revenge.
Thud, thud, thud!
He spotted a middle-aged man with white hair riding in on horseback.
While he didn’t recognize the ones in front, he could identify the rider due to his striking features.
“White hair? Gillian?”
Unlike the information about him being an elite knight, the massive axe he wielded glowed with a bright aura blade.
Grieveil’s shock caused him to send energy to his legs to stand. However, his injuries weren’t healing as he wished.
“Is it… divine power?!”
Parniel’s divine power remained within him, obstructing his recovery.
“Ughhh! How dare you bastards!”
Grieveil, expending all his energy and trying to cover the divine power, aimed to move his body.
But Gillian was even faster.
Charging forward on horseback, Gillian lowered his stance and swung the axe like lightning.
Crack!
“Ugh….”
A rough sound akin to metal being crushed echoed. Unable to withstand Gillian’s strike, Grieveil’s neck was ultimately severed.
It was true that Grieveil excelled in combat techniques compared to the other priests, but that was merely because they were all subpar.
To those who had experienced countless real battles, Grieveil was merely a strong brat.
Grieveil met his end due to failing to objectively assess himself.
Gillian, who had cut off Grieveil’s head, continued forward without a care.
Last to follow, Kaor had nothing to do.
“Pffft!”
So he simply spat as he passed by. In his eyes, the Delphine Army and Grieveil were no longer visible.
“….”
Kaor gazed at Gillian’s back with an aggrieved expression.
“If it weren’t for the old man… I would be number one… not that I’ll be first without him.”
Even without Gillian, he wouldn’t take first place.
His frustration was overwhelming. Both Belinda and Gillian surpassed him in leaping walls so quickly.
He felt anxious as if he was falling behind again. This was simply his nature.
“Damn it, just wait and see. One day, I’ll jump even higher than all of you!”
With clenched teeth, Kaor rode on with determination. He would unleash this fury by crushing the Delphine Army.
Thud, thud, thud!
The Penris Mobile Army following behind laughed widely.
They had merely brushed past and the fearsome priest of the Salvation Society had simply died.
Was there really such a strong army in this kingdom? No, at least on the surface, there wasn’t.
They believed they were indeed the strongest army in the kingdom.
As the enemies drew closer, Lucas, leading the Mobile Army, shouted loudly.
“Charge!”
Clank! Clank! Clank!
At Lucas’s command, the knights and mobile soldiers tightly secured their spears beneath their arms.
This time, Paladin Gordon roared with vigor.
“Let’s go!”
“Waaaaah!”
At his shout, the Penris Mobile Army echoed the cheer in response.
Their voices reverberated across the battlefield.
It sounded as though they would sweep away any foe in a single sweep, a roar powerful enough to make any enemy kneel.
Thud, thud, thud!
The faces of the Delphine soldiers turned pale as they spotted Ghislaine and the Penris Mobile Army approaching.
They had started confidently, believing they could manage it.
However, that was simply their misunderstanding.
The superhuman priest of the Salvation Society hadn’t even fought before being taken down.
They weren’t fools; they realized what this meant.
The ones who attacked Grieveil as they passed were all superhumans.
Anyone who spat wouldn’t quite know, though.
Thud, thud, thud!
Getting closer and closer, the Delphine soldiers trembled, their lips quivering.
“Is this… the strongest army of the North?”
“How can we win against that?”
“We can’t win. We’re all going to die.”
Before they’d even clashed, fear swept through them all.
Look at that terrifying momentum; it was as if everything would be swept away in an instant, a ferocity felt on their skin.
And it was at that moment they realized,
who had forged this formidable army.
“Ghislaine Perdium.”
It was a murmur from someone, but it spread like an epidemic.
The name, ringing in their ears,
The one who had single-handedly swept away the four divisions of the Delphine troops, who had been winning against the Kingdom Army.
Thud, thud, thud!
He was charging towards them at the front of that army, his red eyes gleaming, wearing a fierce grin.
Before even clashing, the Delphine troops sensed their fate.
They could never defeat that person.
And then,
Hiiiiiiiiing!
With the rough sound of horses neighing,
He finally leapt into their midst.
Boom!