Chapter 607

“Kuhihihihing!”

The warhorses, driven mad by fear, began to rampage uncontrollably, ignoring their riders’ commands. It was as if they were determined to prove the origin of the phrase “a runaway colt.”

They leaped and pranced, raising their front legs high and flailing wildly, smashing into other horses with their heads and hind legs, causing chaos among the cavalry.

“Purururuk!”

The struck warhorse also became excited and started to run amok, turning the Blue Army’s encirclement into a chaotic disaster zone in an instant.

– Pwoooosh!

A warhorse, running wildly, collided with another, causing it to fall, and another horse tripped over the fallen body, sending its rider flying forward.

“Ahhhh!”

A helpless Ka`har soldier, who had fallen to the ground, was trampled by the hooves, crushed like dough. The screams of the horses and the shouts of the riders blended into a cacophony of near-screaming harmony.

“Damn it! Calm down, calm down!”

Even the warriors who managed to stay on their horses could only cling to the backs of the rampaging beasts, unable to calm the frothing, frenzied warhorses.

—

In the midst of the chaos, reeking of blood and horse dung, I sensed Or-han’s momentum come to a sudden halt and laughed.

Yeah. You can’t break through, can you?

To reach me, you’d have to charge through the middle of this insane herd of warhorses.

Even if you possess power beyond that of an ordinary hero, it’s impossible to charge through them without killing them and maintain the same speed as before. All you’d do is add hundreds of collisions to this already horrifically chaotic battlefield.

Even if you skillfully target only the horses, once the horses die, the riders on top will also fall and be trampled to death.

The Blue Army’s cavalry, having lost control, had effectively halted Or-han’s charge.

Or-han now had two options: either carefully navigate around each cavalryman’s movements and approach slowly, or crush all obstacles in his path before they can even get close.

Or, he could leap high into the air and jump over the warriors. But even if he did that, I could just change direction and evade him.

I don’t know what choice Or-han will make.

Will he charge forward, killing his own men? Will he leap foolishly like the two dead paladins? Or will he desperately try to calm the cavalry?

Well, whichever it is, it doesn’t matter. He’s paused for a moment to make a decision, and that moment is all the time I need.

—

“Kyaaaah!”

The Ice Blade and Durandal danced, creating a storm of blood.

Writhing tentacles turned into crimson spears, stabbing in all directions.

Raging flames swept through, burning fragments of flesh.

The warhorse I had commandeered fell, turned into mincemeat by the warriors’ spears and swords. I leaped off as if dismounting, then swam through the wave of screaming cavalry like a salmon with blades, slaughtering every enemy in sight.

Reduce their numbers. One more.

Buy time. As much as possible.

That’s all I thought about.

“Ha-shal-leur!”

A spear thrust down at me from a rampaging horse. I stretched out my leg, wrapped it around the warrior’s spear shaft, and launched myself up, grabbing the exposed nape of his neck.

“Hagalaz!”

The Power of Ruin turned him to dust. I kicked off the back of the now riderless horse and leaped toward the next warrior like a tiger.

“Traitorous wench!”

I deflected the Crescent Moon Blade aimed at my waist with Durandal. A clear metallic sound rang out, and sparks flew.

“Huh…!”

The warrior, looking down at his broken Crescent Moon Blade in despair, was kicked with all my might. With a sound like tearing leather, his upper body exploded outward.

“Kaaaaah!”

Dozens of blades flew at me in succession. I deflected them with my sword, smashed them with my arms, and slashed with my tentacles. Warriors, along with their weapons, were cut to pieces and scattered across the ground.

“The bloodline of a whore—!”

[Who dares!]

Hersela, who had been quiet amidst the other curses, erupted with fiery rage and began meticulously tearing apart the warrior who had called me a whore with her Life Force Technique tentacles.

The relentless battle continued. After slaughtering five or six enemies and advancing a few steps, another wave of warriors would rush at me.

My body was drenched in enemy blood, with hardly a spot left unred. Flesh and organs, left unremoved, clung to my armor like decorations. The stench of blood was overwhelming.

“I’ll tear you limb from limb and hang you up!”

Warriors who had abandoned their uncontrollable horses charged at me, risking being trampled by hooves.

Spears, curved swords, axes, halberds, Crescent Moon Blades, and partisan spears—all kinds of weapons came flying at me from all directions.

…This is endless.

A sigh escaped me.

Thirty seconds had passed since I blocked Or-han’s path and began slaughtering the Blue Army’s forces.

In that short time, I had slaughtered over two hundred enemies, yet their morale didn’t waver. Instead, they grew even more enraged and charged at me like moths to a flame.

At this rate, it might not end until I’ve killed all six thousand of them.

“Hoo…”

I exhaled a breath full of heat, steadied my breathing, and gathered the Power of Feats into my left foot, stomping the ground as if to crush it.

Life Force Technique, Extreme Brilliance.

Crimson spikes erupted from the shadows, impaling the warriors like stakes. The vertically pierced warriors twisted like broken puppets before collapsing.

“Kuh…!”

“Monstrous wench…!”

The warriors’ steps halted for a moment. It wasn’t out of fear, but more like they were wary, unable to think of a way to counter.

“Don’t retreat! She’s human. She can’t be tireless! Even if you die, wound her before you fall!”

“That thing is a disgrace to Ai-shan—no, to Ka`har! If you retreat in fear of such a thing, can you even call yourselves warriors?”

The commands of what seemed to be paladins.

“Uoooooh—!!”

The warriors, regaining their senses, let out fierce war cries and charged at me en masse. Following their commander’s orders, they were determined to wound me, even if it cost them their lives.

But that’s impossible.

“Kenaz!”

Pillars of fire erupted, sweeping through the area. Fat and protein burned, turning to ash. Boiling blood turned into red steam, swirling violently.

“Kyaaaah!”

The warriors charging at me turned into balls of fire, melting as they let out agonizing screams.

“That cursed sorcery again!”

“Damnable demon wench!”

“Well—”

I charged through the whirlwind of flames I had created and drove the Ice Blade into the mouth of the warrior hurling curses. With a sickening crunch, my left arm pierced through his face up to the elbow.

“Guh…!”

“You’re the ones who keep falling for the same trick, aren’t you?”

I pulled my hand out, sliced the warrior beside him with Durandal, kicked the axe of the third warrior charging at me, breaking it, and then twisted his head between my thigh and calf, ripping it off.

“Grrrrelek!”

A spine, dangling like a tail, was pulled out from the half-crushed skull.

“It’s not over yet!”

Yeah. It’s not over yet.

Another wave of warriors charged at me. Really, these guys just don’t know when to stop.

– Kwaduduk!

I twisted my waist to dodge the sword and ripped off a head with the Ice Blade, throwing it aside.

– Jjeoek!

I deflected the spear thrust with my armor and kicked the groin, splitting the body in half.

– Seok!

I caught the dagger aimed at my neck with my teeth, shattered it, and fired a Vacuum Blade to slash through.

I slashed, pierced, tore, smashed, crushed, and burned.

A feast of overwhelming violence. The warriors endlessly blocked my path, and I ran forward relentlessly, slaughtering them.

Blood and screams surged like waves. It was like driving a car with blades through a crowded plaza.

Several tens of seconds passed.

Finally, their attacks reached me.

—

– Pwoooosh!

A heavy, intense impact struck my spine. The air in my lungs was forced out, and a groan escaped my lips.

“Keuh…!”

My back tingled, and my teeth clenched involuntarily. My body, which had been running forward, staggered, and my vision flipped.

I fell to the ground, rolling, and my face slammed into the mud made of blood and guts.

“Now’s the chance!”

“Die—!”

The warriors, seeing their opportunity, charged at me en masse. Countless blades aimed at my back.

[Get up!]

Ignoring the blades aimed at my back, I pushed off the ground with my arms and sprang up. Dozens of blades slid off my armor and back, leaving no wounds.

“Did we…? No, the wounds…?”

“It didn’t pierce?! What kind of sorcery is this?!”

The warriors, who had been confident they had struck me, shouted in confusion.

Yeah. For a moment, they must have thought they had killed me.

Even if one reaches the Realm of Heroes, the body is still made of flesh. If a dozen blades pierce your back, anyone would die instantly.

Except for me and Or-han.

“It’s not sorcery, it’s a blessing, you uncouth bandits!”

I spun around and reaped the necks of the stunned warriors like harvesting crops.

Blessing of Invulnerability.

In the midst of battle, unexpected crises can arise, so it was worth hiding this ability to withstand attacks when needed.

Though the first effective hit I took happened to be from a paladin’s blunt weapon, which sent me rolling on the ground.

“Even after being stabbed by so many spears and swords, not a single wound…? That’s, that’s like… Or-han’s…!”

“Could it be, could it be the Indestructible Body?! That traitorous wench has inherited His Excellency’s divine technique?!”

The confused warriors.

In truth, I had no connection to Or-han, and this blessing came from my maternal lineage… but from their perspective, they could only think of Or-han’s heroic tale.

“What did you say—! The Indestructible Body—?!”

The next moment, a thunderous roar echoed from the sky above.

Or-han’s voice. After struggling for about a minute to chase me without killing his own men, he had finally given up and leaped into the air.

“You’ve mastered the Indestructible Body—! Show it to me—!”

Or-han, having misunderstood something, was now falling toward me. It felt like looking up at a meteor. The force imbued in the Crescent Moon Blade he held was palpable even from ten meters away.

“Don’t come any closer!”

I hurled a ball of fire at Or-han, who was cutting through the air, and leaped to the side to evade him.

I didn’t expect ordinary flames to work against the Indestructible Body, but I needed to create a momentary gap to distance myself again.

It’s too early to reunite. I’ve only killed a few hundred so far.

“Ha! Such petty sorcery!”

Or-han, looking down at the fireball flying toward him, roared fiercely and swung his left arm, striking the air.

– Pwoooong!

A deafening explosion. I couldn’t help but widen my eyes and gape.

“What the hell is that?!”

Astonishment escaped me.

The air struck by Or-han’s left arm exploded with a loud bang, propelling him in the opposite direction!

What the hell? He changed direction by punching the air? Is that even humanly possible?

“You won’t escape anymore!”

Or-han, having dodged the fireball by punching the air, kicked the air again and shot toward me like a catapult projectile!

[I see, with the Indestructible Body, such feats are possible!]

Hersela shouted in a mix of astonishment and admiration. She seemed to have understood the principle behind it after seeing it twice.

‘What the hell is he doing?!’

[It’s the explosion of Feats! He’s detonating the Power of Feats concentrated in his limbs at the moment of impact, using the Indestructible Body to withstand the recoil!]

Thanks to her explanation, I too understood what he was doing.

So, Or-han is essentially holding a bomb in his hand, detonating it, and using the blast and recoil to fly around!

This guy is insane.