Chapter 313

“They’re coming up! Pour the oil and set it on fire! Think of it as ten of you dying for every one of them that climbs up!”

“Imperial Knight Order, battle stance! Don’t let your guard down!”

Karl and Silvan shouted urgently.

The opportunity to attack unilaterally ended here. From now on, it was a fight for their lives.

“Take this!”

“I’ll fry you all, you beastly brats!”

The prepared soldiers lifted barrels and poured oil down the walls. The cascading waterfall of oil slicked the surface of the walls, making them shiny and slippery.

“Kaaaah!”

A Suin warrior, drenched in oil, sensed his fate and roared fiercely, his fur bristling.

Then, a line of fire shot up vertically along the wall.

– Whoosh!

The night sky lit up brightly.

The heat was so intense it was hard to breathe. It felt like the entire wall was on fire. Along with the smoke rising like clouds, the smell of roasting meat filled the air.

“Kyaaaaah!”

“Keeeek!”

Suin turned into fireballs fell towards the ground.

Even the bravest, who wouldn’t let go, were fried alive on the walls.

The fur covering their bodies turned to ash and scattered. Their skin melted, fat sizzled and boiled.

The roasted flesh shriveled, and the burned muscles snapped. The heat penetrated to the bone, burning their nerves.

Even the incredibly resilient Suin warriors found it hard to endure the agony.

If they were hybrids, they would have died quickly, but pureblood warriors had to endure being fried and regenerating repeatedly.

Those who fell below were also writhing on the ground, unsure of what to do.

There wasn’t much snow near Paleun Castle, and the flames clinging to their oil-soaked bodies wouldn’t easily go out. There was even some bitumen mixed in.

If only there had been a moat filled with water, they could have dived in to extinguish the flames, but there was none.

That was precisely the main reason why Paleun Castle didn’t have a moat.

—

It wasn’t just the flames tormenting the Suin.

Arrows, spears, even silver-coated boulders. All sorts of weapons rained down on them.

“Climb up! Once we’re up, those puny humans…!”

Of course, not all Suin were helplessly being roasted and beaten.

They could dodge or deflect the weapons, and the amount of oil stored in the castle was far from enough to burn thousands of Suin.

Suin who quickly moved sideways to avoid the oil climbed relentlessly, limbs moving tirelessly.

The smoke made it hard to breathe, and the spreading heat was painful, but it wasn’t enough to complain.

No matter how painful, it couldn’t compare to being fried alive.

That didn’t mean there were no complaints at all.

“It’s hot! Really hot! This is why I hate castles!”

Abigail vented her frustration, leaping up and down.

She didn’t even touch the wall with her fingertips, fearing they would get hurt.

Instead, she used the twin swords in her hands to strike the wall for leverage, kicking off with her legs to propel herself upward.

That was enough. With each leap, her body soared several meters.

“Since when did you hate the cold?”

She wasn’t the only one flying up. Lyudmila used spears thrown at the wall to leap continuously, while Valentin and Oleg used their claws like other Suin but repeated jumping and clinging instead of climbing.

For ordinary warriors, the walls might have been a challenge, but for the Suin’s grand warriors, they meant little. Unless it was as high as the North Wall, a few leaps were enough to scale them.

If grand warriors could do that, what about those beyond grand warriors?

Lyurik, leaping from the ground, reached half the height of the wall in a single bound. A second leap, and he easily cleared Paleun Castle.

“Lyurik is here! The Winter Wolf is coming!”

“He’s not alone! The grand warriors too! The monsters are climbing!”

The soldiers screamed hysterically.

It was still vivid in their minds. The nightmare of their reliable masters being helplessly slaughtered by a single Suin.

– Thud!

A heavy impact. Lyurik landed on the wall, growling with a deep, throaty sound.

Soldiers who met his eyes wet themselves and collapsed.

“Yes. Winter has come for you. Tremble and meet your death, humans.”

Curling lips.

With a predator’s smile, a living blizzard began to sweep across the wall.

A storm of blood and entrails raged, carried by screams.

—

Following Lyurik, five grand warriors climbed onto the wall.

They too, as soon as their feet touched the wall, drew their weapons and began to wreak havoc. The more chaos among the humans, the more warriors would climb up.

“Hahahaha! Is this all you’ve got?”

Oleg burst into laughter, swinging his axe.

The knights who got hit flew into the air, leaving only their lower halves on the castle walls.

With a light kick, their spines shattered and they were sent flying. A headbutt to the forehead drove their heads down below their shoulders.

Among the beastmen, the snowfield tiger was notorious for its violence. No mere knight could stand against it.

“Let’s roast you guys too!”

Abigail, with her left-hand sword, pierced a knight’s abdomen. Like a speared fish, the knight flailed as she grabbed his head and shoved it into a brazier.

The piled ashes in the brazier scattered with sparks. Splintered firewood pierced the knight’s eyes, and flames caught his hair.

“Kyaaaah!”

A horrifying scream. The knight writhed in agony as his face melted, but Abigail calmly pressed down on the back of his head.

“Ahahaha! Crying like a monkey!”

Abigail burst into laughter, her bright, childish giggles mingling with the knight’s screams.

“Sir Teiz! Let go now!”

“You demonic beast of a woman!”

Enraged knights charged at her. A longsword imbued with the power of the silver moon flew towards the snow leopard beastman.

“What? You guys aren’t much different either.”

Abigail smiled calmly and swung her right hand.

– Clang! Clang!

The longsword in her hand effortlessly deflected the knights’ attacks. The knights gritted their teeth and swung their weapons relentlessly, but Abigail stood still, deflecting every strike with just one hand.

“Grrrr…”

The knight, his brain thoroughly cooked, let out a final groan before collapsing. Abigail, noticing the knight had died, blew on her slightly heated left hand and kicked the corpse away.

“Now, who’s next to get warmed up?”

The knights broke into a cold sweat at the sight of the grinning monster. The next moment, their heads were ripped off. It was Ludmila’s doing.

“What, Ludmila? I was just getting into it.”

Ludmila, who had just slaughtered five knights, approached Abigail. In her right hand, a spear held four heads in a row, and at the corner of her mouth was the nape of a knight she had just ripped out.

On the opposite side of the dangling head, the pulled-out spine wiggled like a tadpole’s tail. Ludmila, chewing and swallowing the knight’s cervical spine, shook her head.

“It’s not the time to play with these small fries. Look over there.”

Where she pointed, a bloody battle was unfolding.

—-

“That’s it! Now it’s getting fun! Show me more tricks, Faelun!”

“You beastly brat, I’ll tear you to pieces!”

A chain scythe entangled a double-handed axe, and a serrated blade left a long gash on the snowfield tiger’s left arm.

“Dream big!”

Oleg, with a flash in his eyes, yanked the chained double-handed axe and kicked out with his right foot.

Freide momentarily lost her balance from the unimaginable force. She quickly let go of the chain scythe and flung herself to the left, but it was too late. Oleg’s claws were already within reach.

A log-like leg pierced her lower abdomen.

– Clang!

A sound like shattering glass. Oleg frowned at the strange sensation.

The sound and the feeling at his foot were different from piercing flesh. Before he could figure out the source of the strangeness, Freide’s body shattered into pieces.

‘An illusion…?!’

The next moment, his left thigh was torn apart, spraying blood.

“Grrr!”

Oleg grimaced in pain. Reflexively pulling back saved him from a major injury, but the pain was still there. Since it was a weapon mixed with Jin, the regeneration was slow.

Freide, clicking her tongue in disappointment, appeared unscathed, not a hole in her stomach.

‘So it was a fake. Then it must be that guy’s doing…’

Oleg’s gaze turned to behind Freide. A silver-armored holy knight, emitting a blinding light, was pointing a sword at him.

Noah, a high-ranking holy knight of the Menes Church, was there.