Chapter 314

So far, it was Noah who had been commanding the holy knights, but with the enemy’s grand warrior stepping up, there was no room for leisurely command anymore.

He, too, was a master-level fighter. Having such a strong warrior just commanding was a huge waste of already scarce combat power.

That’s why he was also helping Freide to fight against the grand warrior.

“Calm down a bit, Princess! You can’t win if you fight all excited!”

Noah, who let out a sigh of relief, scolded Freide. The moment before was truly dangerous.

If it weren’t for the hastily cast protective miracle, ‘Mirror Image,’ their commander would have been killed instantly.

Oleg thought he had pierced Freide, who dodged to his right, but it was just an illusion created by the miracle.

The direction Freide actually dodged was the opposite.

Freide, who almost died, nodded her head and glared at Oleg again.

With a face twisted like a demon, grinding her teeth.

‘What is this, it’s like a wild dog.’

Oleg, who let out a hollow laugh, charged at them again.

The master of Faelun and the high priest of the Menes Church Order. To face both, he had to fight with all his might.

—

It wasn’t just Oleg who started the bloody battle.

“Do you think you can win by blocking me? Once the chaos starts, His Majesty is invincible!”

“That’s not my problem to worry about? I just need to kill you.”

Nazar’s greatsword and Leonor’s longsword clashed chaotically.

Coincidentally, both were warriors who blocked enemy attacks and counterattacked.

Nazar’s attacks were more powerful, but Leonor had the upper hand in technical finesse.

With their skills countering each other and a defense-oriented strategy, neither had shed a drop of blood yet.

—

Meanwhile, as the strong from both sides clashed, the warriors of Varyakrus began to climb the walls one by one.

Most had multiple arrows stuck in their shoulders or backs, and their fur was blackened, but their charging momentum was utterly ferocious.

“Ballistae! Open fire! Knock them off the walls!”

The ballistae, which had retreated to the rear, fired arrows again at the beastmen climbing the walls.

The huge arrows embedded in the beasts’ bodies, and the shock sent them tumbling off the walls.

“Imperial Knight Order! Prove your honor!”

“Offer tribute to Menes!”

Knights and holy knights, wrapped in the miracle of the Silver Moon, began to engage the climbing warriors. Roars and battle cries covered the walls.

A fierce battle washing blood with blood. Beastmen’s bodies fell on human corpses, and half-chewed humans piled on top.

The beastmen didn’t just wield weapons normally.

They slashed with claws, pierced with talons, and sometimes, when swords clashed, they stretched their jaws to bite off heads.

The Imperial Knights, having gained some experience fighting beastmen from the northern wall, still found their attacks tricky.

Casualties piled up.

—

Rudmilla, who had been pointing at the battlefield, lightly tapped Abigail’s back with her other hand, as if soothing a child.

“See? You should fight properly too. You can save the playing for after we win. Isn’t the scream of captured women much more pleasing to hear than men’s?”

“That’s true…? Alright. I’ll do as you say.”

Abigail nodded.

Even Abigail, with her reckless personality, knew it was better to follow Rudmilla’s words when she spoke like this.

Because once Rudmilla got angry, she became fiercely wild.

“Good. I’ll leave this side to you. Do your best. I… have some business over there.”

Rudmilla turned her head and looked towards the watchtower.

A beast’s instinct whispered. The archer who had been shooting arrows from there must be watching her now.

‘Right. Wait there. Let’s see your face.’

Rudmilla, baring her fangs in a smile, dashed towards the watchtower.

—

Meanwhile, Rurik had literally become a giant thresher.

Behind the winter wolf sweeping across the walls, shattered human remains poured like a waterfall.

“Where are you, Aishan Gior! Are you cowering in fear of the cold!”

Blood flowed like a river. It was impossible for knights or soldiers to withstand his attacks.

Strangely, not a single master-level fighter appeared to block him, even temporarily.

“Ahhh!”

“Monster, it’s a monster! Run! How can we fight that!”

“Where’s the Beastman Devourer!”

Soldiers screamed and tried to flee, but it was an impossible wish.

Their rear was already filled with other soldiers, and at the very back, knights with hardened expressions pointed their swords at them.

The only way to escape Rurik was to jump off the walls.

The knights also had unpleasant expressions, but they didn’t refuse their superior’s orders.

They hadn’t heard the exact reason why Count Median wasn’t deployed, but they were told this was the only way to win against those monsters.

Soldiers were torn apart like weeds.

—

Meanwhile, the soldier desperately searching for Hashal was far from Rurik, her face deeply hidden under her coat.

It was something she really didn’t want to do, but as planned during the strategy meeting, she needed to take out the others before dealing with Rurik.

Seven…

Among the great warriors, five had climbed up the wall.

Coincidentally, the allied forces capable of facing the great warriors were also exactly five, excluding Ha-shal-leur.

Freide, Leonor, Milia, Noah, Damien.

Damien was a bit shaky to fight a great warrior alone, and Milia had the problem of her chances plummeting if close combat broke out.

Still, if those five each took on one great warrior, Ha-shal-leur would have dashed towards Ryurik, who was setting up a slaughterhouse without hesitation. Soldiers facing Ryurik were dying at a rate of twenty per second.

However, unfortunately for Ha-shal-leur, the situation wasn’t that simple.

“Damn it…”

Gritting her teeth and cursing, Ha-shal-leur glanced at Freide.

Chain scythes and saw-toothed swords sliced through the air, and silver holy light stretched out in streams.

‘Twilight’, ‘Silver Moon’, ‘Blue Dream’, and ‘Mirror Image’. All sorts of miracles from the Menes Church Order were unfolding in a frenzy.

A snowfield tiger roared fiercely, tearing through everything around it.

The double-headed axe in his hands split the wall like firewood, swirling in a whirlwind.

Ha-shal-leur also recognized the beastman.

‘Oleg. So he was here…!’

In her memory, the monster who reigned as the king of Varyakrus.

Perhaps not in his prime, he seemed weaker than she remembered, but he was still no pushover.

Facing a master of the Faelun family, who made hunting beastmen his life’s mission, and a high-ranking priest of the Menes Church Order, specialized in combat against beastmen, he was not only holding his own but gaining the upper hand.

‘Of all places, he shows up here… Was he originally Ryurik’s subordinate? It would have been better if they were rivals.’

Because of him, Ha-shal-leur couldn’t go to stop Ryurik.

With two people tied up with one great warrior, the only one left to fill the gap was Ha-shal-leur herself.

So, for now, she had no choice but to let Ryurik run rampant.

Then, who should she target first? Ha-shal-leur’s gaze swept across the wall.

The fox fighting Leonor. The hyena charging at Milia. The snow leopard and the black wolf slaughtering knights.

‘Huh?’

Her gaze fixed on the wolf. It looked familiar. For a moment, she almost thought Boris had come back to life.

The faint scent wafting through the air was also similar to his.

Her lips curled up.

She realized who the first target to slaughter was.

The Beastman Devourer began to approach the black wolf. Like a beast stalking its prey through the underbrush.

The soldiers and knights were desperately searching for her, but now was not the time to reveal herself.

If anyone noticed her approaching the great warrior, they would immediately realize her intent.

Hanging on the back of the wall to avoid Ryurik’s detection, Ha-shal-leur cautiously and naturally approached Valentin.

Using the tendrils of Life Force and Ice Blade to pierce the wall and support her body, she crawled up the wall like a spider.

—-

“Hmm…?”

Valentin, who had been slaughtering knights, stopped swinging his halberd and looked around.

The faint scent had suddenly intensified, tickling his nose. It was a familiar scent, as if he had returned to his homeland.

‘Homeland…? Why am I thinking that?’

Pondering the question flashing through his mind, Valentin stroked his chin in deep thought.

Perhaps seeing this as an opening, several knights charged at him.

“Really. Just when I was about to remember something.”

A spear wrapped in the miracle of Silver Moon flew towards the wolf beastman’s vital points.

Clicking his tongue, Valentin swung his halberd again.

– Crash!

The longsword shattered upon colliding with the halberd. Even with the blessing of Silver Moon, it was only meant to suppress the beastmen’s regenerative abilities. It didn’t grant the strength to block the great warrior’s steel.

“Ugh…!”

“Couldn’t you just die quietly without interrupting?”

The wolf’s forepaw flew towards the knight who had lost his weapon and faltered. Sharp claws aimed to pierce the helmet. Even if it didn’t pierce, it had enough force to easily snap a human’s neck. A flashback raced through the knight’s mind.

“Well, that’s my line.”

A sarcastic remark filled with cold killing intent. A woman who had leapt from behind the wall blocked Valentin’s claws.

She didn’t even draw a weapon, merely extending her left arm.

To anyone watching, it was a reckless move. Her slender arm was sure to be severed, her body torn apart. The knights swallowed their gasps.

– Clang!

Instead of the sound of flesh tearing, a clear metallic clang echoed.

“What…!”

Valentin’s eyes widened. Astonishment flowed from his gaping jaws.

The great warrior’s strike, capable of crushing steel, had been stopped by a single slender arm.