An Eckstedtian light infantryman held a hammer tightly in his hand. With steady breaths, he rhythmically hit the thick wooden shield in his left hand and followed closely behind his teammate's footsteps.
As one of the dozen or so combat captains under Liroque's battalion, he was in his early thirties. This was not his first time on the battlefield.
Men in Northland, be they farmers, hunters, craftsmen or woodcutters, were born to fight with swords. Sometimes, even women were the same.
It was exhilarating and glorious to shed blood on the battlefield, fight to the death against the most powerful enemy, and drink the wine of victory to the fullest.
Every time he swung his hammer, he felt the faint sound of bones cracking in the enemy's body, which made him even more excited and agitated.
For example, right now, the combat captain in his thirties roared in delight. He strode forward to catch up with his companions and fiercely hit the head of a Constellatiate who could not defend himself in time.
He roared and pulled out his hammer. Blood splattered on his face.
The next moment, the combat captain pounced on the Constellatiate in front of him without hesitation.
'But they … these Constellatiates are really tough.' As he thought of this, he swung his shield and knocked his opponent to the side.
'With this level of casualties, if it were an ordinary army, their morale would have collapsed and they would have fled in all directions.
'Unless they are elites.
'Unless they have a competent commander who is equally tough.'
The combat captain nimbly and skillfully dodged his opponent's dangerous thrust. The blade of the sword swept past the right side of his forehead.
"Hey, you are a veteran."
The combat captain laughed out loud and smashed the enemy back with a hammer.
* Clatter … Bang … Crack! *
The sound of horse hooves colliding with each other, as well as the sound of the blade cutting through armor came from the side.
A deep and fierce male voice came from the warhorse. "… Let's go find Lampard!"
The Constellatiates, who had formed a defensive formation, became spirited. With a loud shout, they strode forward and followed the knight on the warhorse towards the Eckstedtians.
The combat captain's expression changed. 'They are going to break out of the encirclement.
'But why are they heading north?
'Although the encirclement in the north is indeed weaker than that of Broken Dragon Fortress … Even if we break through, we will still face the archduke's military camp and other more elite troops, right?
'And … that knight who rushed out of the formation?'
It was a man with a murderous aura. He waved a large sword with great force, and as the sword flashed, a head was cut off, along with scattered flesh and blood. The warhorse under him rammed into two people.
There was a child tied to his back and a silver-black bow …
Wait a minute!
The combat leader's pupils shrank.
Is that … that bow?
The next second.
"Him!"
"It's him!"
Eckstedt's infantry commander roared madly, as if he had found the most valuable prize. He no longer cared about the panting Constellation veteran in front of him.
He gritted his teeth in excitement and rushed towards the horse without hesitation.
The combat leader roared madly,
"Kingdom's Wrath!"
Many Eckstedtians shuddered and turned their heads towards the man on the horse.
The team leader raised his shield over his head to defend against the man's sword. The hammer in his hand smashed towards the horse's belly.
However, the greatsword did not slash at him as he had expected and was deflected by his shield.
Instead, it trembled in the man's hand and stabbed downwards.
The combat leader felt a chill on his right collarbone, and a sharp pain assaulted him.
The warhorse swept past his side. His knees buckled, and blood gushed out from his shoulder.
But he still tried his best to throw the weapon in his hand.
The hammer slashed across the horse's belly and opened another wound on the warhorse, which was already riddled with scars.
The warhorse neighed sorrowfully and fell in front of him along with the man.
'Hehe, at least … I stopped the Kingdom's Wrath's steed.'
The combat leader thought strenuously.
The shield fell from his hand. The combat leader covered the bleeding wound on his shoulder and felt the pain that penetrated deep into his lungs. He raised the hammer with all his might, wanting to smash the man who was climbing up from the ground and the boy behind him.
'Then, my final attack … killed the Kingdom's Wrath …' he thought.
However, just as this thought appeared, a petite figure wearing a cloak rushed towards him from behind. She attacked him with a machete and chopped off his right hand, which was holding the hammer.
"Ah!"
The combat leader howled angrily in indignation.
In the next second, Genard, who rushed towards him from behind, chopped off his head with his sword.
"That's right," Genard said to the corpse while panting, "I am a veteran."
One by one, the soldiers of the Fury Guards charged forward with all their might. They pushed aside the enemies who were blocking their way and fought to reach Arracca Murkh's side.
Only then did Putray and the others manage to catch up to Arracca Murkh.
The battlefield became chaotic due to the Constellatiates breaking out of the encirclement.
"The Kingdom's Wrath! He's here! "Many Eckstedtian soldiers shouted excitedly. The news spread rapidly on the battlefield.
From the front, the sides, and the rear, countless Eckstedtians charged towards them while roaring madly, like sharks who smelled blood.
"Really?" Wya, who was at the back, said in dissatisfaction, "He's just like a target! And he's carrying His Highness! "
"Do not doubt your commander!" Putray also fell off his horse. He hurriedly advanced in the triangular formation used by the soldiers for assault. "At least believe in the Kingdom's Wrath's reputation. His Highness is the safest by his side!"
Thales anxiously lay on Arracca's back, enduring the dizziness he felt after falling off the horse. "What do we do now?"
Arracca coldly and fiercely held his sword with both hands. He slashed open the light armor of an enemy on his left, leaving the enemy to wail on the ground.
He looked at the Iron Fist Flag, which was a distance away. Then, he looked at the countless enemies surging towards them from the fan-shaped area in front of him. He said coldly, "Our steeds can only bring us up to here.
"Attack the formation!" Arracca shouted loudly. His entire body trembled. Thales, who was stuck close to him, could clearly feel that Arracca's heartbeat accelerated. His body began to heat up. His muscles swelled and trembled rhythmically.
It was as if he was a predatory beast that was ready to start its hunt.
He immediately realized … that this was Arracca's Power of Eradication. In his field of vision, Arracca was like a raging volcano. Dull and terrifying explosive waves were continuously emitted from within him.
Arracca clenched his teeth. He held his sword in his right hand and held the leather sheath on the sword's spine with his left. He dragged the weapon behind him and charged towards the numerous enemies in front of him.
The remaining soldiers of the Fury Guards followed him on both sides as if it was a conditioned reflex. They followed their commander and charged towards their opponents without hesitation.
Arracca was at the very front, like the tip of a wedge.
The five weapons at the very front whizzed towards him at the same time. Three of them were aimed at his head and chest, while the other two were aimed at his left and right.
The next moment, Arracca let out a furious roar from his throat. He stomped on the ground with his hind legs, lowered his body and charged into the area where the weapons surrounded him!
Thales, who was tied up tightly, tried his best to shrink his head and stick closely to Arracca's shoulder. Even so, he could still feel at least three weapons whizzing past the top of his head.
Arracca let out a violent roar. The blood vessels in his arms bulged and released an explosive force. He swung his huge two-handed sword ferociously and drew a blood-red arc in the air!
* Splat … *
The three weapons, along with the three forearms, broke away from their owners' control and fell weakly from midair.
Blood splattered on Thales' forehead, causing him to grit his teeth and frown.
'Do I have to be so bloody every time?'
Arracca ignored the weapons that came at him from his left and right. He roared and crashed into the chest of the infantryman in front of him, who was howling miserably while holding his right hand. He fiercely knocked him down with his elbow.
The Fury Guards on both sides were only one body's length slower than Arracca. They similarly roared and pounced forward. They stopped the enemy before the two weapons that Arracca had missed could pierce into his left and right vital parts.
The Fury Guard on the left successfully stabbed his sword into his opponent's lower abdomen. He pushed away his opponent, who was screaming in pain, and continued to follow Arracca as he charged towards the second row of enemies.
The Fury Guard on the right unfortunately had his shoulder blade cut into his opponent's shoulder. However, he still charged forward regardless of his own safety and pushed his enemy to the ground. The other Fury Guard did not even look as he strode over the two people who were wrestling on the ground. He completed the cone-shaped attack formation and moved forward once again.
In just over a second, the fierce Arracca, who was at the very front of the formation, charged forward by one body's length and broke through the first row of enemies.
He did not slow down and continued to charge forward.
However, he was met with a small team of five experienced veterans who were charging towards him. Three of them held shields and swords, while the other two held axes. They stared vigilantly at Arracca.
"The Kingdom's Wrath," the person in the middle said in a deep voice, "You can't cross … Urgh!"
Before he could finish speaking, Arracca fiercely thrust his sword forward and pierced straight into his shield. Under the terrifying force and momentum of the impact, the blade of the sword protruded from the other side and sank into the enemy's chest.
However, the blade of the sword was stuck between the shield and the sternum.
The enemy groaned in pain, but he still struggled to hold Arracca's greatsword in place. He tried his best to let the three people around him take his life before he died.
The blade of an axe was the first to whizz forward!
Arracca did not hesitate at all. With a fanatical expression, he swung his left fist. With a terrifying force, he fiercely hit the center of the greatsword's blade!
With a clang, the greatsword was broken!
Arracca roared and moved forward. He kicked the second shield-wielding veteran to the ground. Then, he swung his left wrist and brushed against the side of the axe's blade, pushing the axe's blade away from his own head.
Under the enemy's shocked gaze, the axe slid past Arracca's left forearm, taking away a piece of flesh.
The broken blade in Arracca's hand pierced into the axe-wielder's neck before he could react.
The last two enemies roared furiously and attacked Arracca. However, the latter did not even look at them. He only focused on charging forward!
Just like before, the Fury Guards on both sides, who were one body behind, risked their lives and pounced forward, taking away the threat of the remaining two people for the Kingdom's Wrath. This time, the people on both sides were unlucky. Both of them lost their lives. However, the Fury Guards behind them still pounced forward without a care for their own safety, maintaining the integrity of the formation and the safety of Arracca's sides.
Thales suddenly understood something.
They, the sword-and-shield soldiers of the Fury Guards, were using their lives to cover Arracca's flanks. This allowed the latter to focus on breaking through the enemies in front and in the middle without being disturbed. This allowed him to maximize his terrifying force of impact that no one could block.
In a little over two seconds, Arracca broke through the second row.
Once again, the next batch of enemies faced him.
The two enemies in front of him held long spears in their hands. The tips of the spears were pointed at Arracca's heart. They were determined that no matter how Arracca charged forward, they would use the movement of the spear tips to force him to retreat.
The other three people closely covered their sides.
However, Arracca did not give them the chance to do so.
He let out a loud shout. Explosive waves of Power of Eradication surged into his right arm. Like a volcanic eruption, he threw out the extremely damaged broken blade in his hand abruptly!
The whistling sound of death lasted for a few tenths of a second. The tip of the blade, which was still covered in blood and flesh, pierced into the face of the spearman at the front.
He trembled abruptly. The long spear in his hand that was pointed at Arracca fell limply.
"No! Brother! "The other spearman beside him screamed mournfully.
Arracca's expression was ferocious. He reached for the front part of the falling long spear with both of his hands. He took advantage of the momentum and pulled the long spear out.
The Power of Eradication erupted once again along with the spear shaft that was thrusting towards him. The other spearman, who was roaring madly, was hit squarely in the chest by a force that was as strong as a siege hammer. He fell to the ground with a muffled groan, and his roars stopped abruptly.
The long spear was retrieved from Arracca's hands once again. Then, the latter used it as a stick. With a great force, he swung the spear and ruthlessly swept it towards the lower bodies of the remaining three people!
Without changing his expression, Arracca turned his spear around and stabbed one of the three people who fell to the ground to death. He then continued to charge forward without looking back.
The guards on both sides caught up once again and took care of the remaining two people while they were at it.
"How long can you maintain this kind of attack?" Thales looked at the densely packed enemies in front of him, then at the Iron Fist Flag in the distance. He calculated the time and distance in his heart as he asked Arracca.
"Long enough," Arracca said in a low voice and charged towards an enemy who was holding a sword. "As long as my guards are still here."
Five seconds later, Arracca broke through the third row.
Under Thales' dumbfounded gaze, Arracca threw his long spear steadily and pierced the thigh of an enemy who was in front of him.
Unarmed, the Kingdom's Wrath charged forward with all his might. He dodged a sword attack, but a wound was left on his right arm.
The soldiers of the Kingdom's Wrath surged forward once again. With bravery and sacrifice, they took care of the enemies on both sides for him.
Amidst the frenzied roars, an axe blade sliced through the air and attacked. The Kingdom's Wrath took two steps forward without even looking. He grabbed the long spear shaft that was thrown out and dragged the enemy who was clenching his teeth while hugging his thigh down. At the same time, he swiftly turned around and used the spear shaft to block the axe blade that was coming towards him.
* Crack! * The spear shaft broke. Arracca seemed to have expected it. He held the broken spear shaft and turned around. The broken spear violently struck the axe-bearer's nose bridge!
The axe-bearer let out a muffled groan and closed his eyes. The Kingdom's Wrath flung the broken spear shaft away and accurately grabbed the axe hilt between the axe-bearer's hands. He then pulled him towards himself. Then, Arracca headbutted his opponent fiercely on his already injured nose with a bone-chilling ferocity. He snatched the axe from the axe-bearer as he fell to the ground in a daze.
Arracca moved past him and the enemy who was panting while hugging his thigh that was pierced by the long spear. He continued his assault.
Eight seconds later, Arracca broke through the fourth row of enemies. One of the guards died.
Eleven seconds later, Arracca used his axe to chop off two people's skulls. He broke through the fifth row and two of the guards died.
Sixteen seconds later, two chain-armored infantrymen, who were obviously military officers, came forward. Arracca used his axe to chop off a shield-bearer. After spending some time, he finally snatched a short sword and stabbed it into the unprotected eyes and throats of the two military officers. He broke through the sixth row.
Nineteen seconds later, Arracca easily pierced a person's habitual hand with his flying sword. Then, he used the enemy as a shield and jammed the blades of two people's axes. He twisted their necks and used one of the axes to chop open the chest of the fourth person. He broke through the seventh row and one of the guards died.
Thales watched all of this with his mouth agape. He watched the bare-handed Arracca snatch the enemy's weapons with a fierce and violent aura, as well as his instinctive battle skills. He broke through the interception of countless opponents.
'Could this be … what the chuunibyou in my previous life said,' a knight does not die by his bare hands'? '
Under the Kingdom's Wrath's assault, Eckstedt's light infantrymen's line of battle was as thin as a piece of paper. He swiftly penetrated through them at a speed that was similar to when he was training to run.
"What the hell? Doesn't he get tired?" Wya, who was panting behind Thales, sliced open the throat of an enemy who was wailing on the ground. He watched Arracca's assault in astonishment. "We have been jogging all the way and have not stopped at all!"
"Is this the first time you've heard of his nickname?" Putray snorted softly.
Beside him, Aida only pursed her lips. 'This fellow's movements when facing multiple enemies and multiple attacks are even smoother than five years ago.'
Within a few minutes, they had already broken through more than twenty rows of enemies.
However, the Fury Guards on both sides were still continuously sacrificing themselves.
Thales was worried. Arracca's teeth were clenched tighter and tighter.
His breathing was also becoming more and more rapid.
'With his stamina … How much longer can he last?'
With a cold expression, Arracca pierced the hammer in his hand into its original owner's face. He pushed away the wailing enemy and roared as he strode towards the next person.
It was a military officer. He was fully armored and held a terrifying double-sided axe in his hand.
He was giving out orders loudly.
'He seems to be a commander.' Thales listened to the other party's orders and thought with a frown.
The Kingdom's Wrath was a legend.
The soldiers of Eckstedt had all heard of his name, as well as the battlefield legends about him.
That terrifying man's body contained the wrath of all of Constellation.
No one had ever been able to stop the attacks he launched.
At least, that was what Mammon Liroque, the commander of Liroque's Light Infantry Brigade, had heard.
Until today, he had witnessed it with his own eyes.
Liroque, the Northlander who was six and a half feet tall, furrowed his brows deeply. As he watched his brigade being penetrated by the other party as if there was no one there, he stroked his double-sided axe and licked his teeth. He looked at Arracca who was in front of him with eagerness.
With Liroque's supra class ability, he could have been a battle leader of a heavy-armored axeman. However, those damned heavy armors were too expensive. Besides … he preferred to be a commander.
Many warriors would lose their rationality when they were in a killing frenzy. They would only be left with madness, lax in defense, and little wisdom.
But he would not do that. Liroque knew the truth of the battlefield very well. It was not about killing, but about survival.
Liroque sucked in a deep breath of cold air. He looked at Arracca who had broken through and charged towards him. He looked at Thales who was behind him, and at the Fury Guards on both sides of Arracca.
'I found your weakness.
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