Episode 157
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There was no way that could happen.
Even though the ‘Black Prince’ of the House of Saxony is the greatest genius in the empire and possesses absurd strength that should not be possible for someone of his age.
What Dale was showing us now was something that went beyond even the realm of that monster.
thud!
The Knights Templar’s cavalrymen thrust out their spearheads in unison, but were quickly defeated by the formation of heavy infantrymen clad in the armor of the Immortals.
In addition, the balance of power between Lancaster and York, where the two warring factions were clashing, and even among the nobles themselves, began to tip.
There were places where the church side was pushing ahead with the upper hand, and places where the Saxon side was breaking through and advancing. Things got tangled and crowded, and each battle line began to twist clockwise or counterclockwise, and at such times, there was only one key.
The center, which can be said to be the axis that supports the battle line.
Guarding the very center were the Shadow Lord and his Black Armor Company, while further up were the Black Valkyries and Shub’s tentacles, blocking the Master Templars of the Auror Master class above.
This is war. No matter how great Dale is, he cannot grasp the situation and move his numbers in every corner of the widely spread battle line.
There is a big difference between watching a battle from a distance and watching it as a participant in the battle.
Just then, reports came in from far away that the Knights of the Blue Rose were being pushed back by the Knights of the Rosicrucian Order of Lancaster.
Even in this situation, messengers hurriedly moved around the unit, reporting, and Dale made a decision among them.
“Tell everyone in Black Armor Company.”
The Shadow Lord opened his mouth.
Choaack!
Swinging the Peacemaker’s Sword towards the Templars rushing in front of him.
“We will maintain this wedge formation and our heavily armored infantry will break through the enemy’s central depth.”
“I will follow the captain’s orders!”
Lord Yoness shouted, and at the same time the order began to spread through the chain of command toward the thousand heavy infantrymen.
“Tell the Night Raven Knights on the left, and the Grave Guard.”
At the same time Dale spoke to the messenger who was awaiting his orders.
“Once we break through the center, I will give the signal. Until that signal comes, do not break the formation or advance ahead, and concentrate on holding your position.”
The standard for large-scale cavalry battles is to place the strongest cavalry on the first wing of the unit, and have them break through the enemy units and engage in an encircling maneuver.
But this was by no means an ordinary battle. The Master Templars, who had the ability to fly in the sky right now, would be free to maneuver around the battlefield when necessary, and if they were to charge towards both wings, Aurelia alone would not be able to tie them down.
Still, there was only one reason why they fought desperately with Aurelia and Shub on Dale’s head.
Because the ‘Black Prince’ was there.
As long as Dale was standing in the center first row, offering himself as bait, the enemies could not ignore Dale’s presence. Conversely, there was a risk that the battle would end if Dale was defeated or captured, but there was only one reason why Dale did not stop tightrope walking.
Because it becomes easier to read the minds of your enemies.
The fact that the enemy leader is stepping forward is not something that can be ignored, especially when considering the significance of the power of an out-of-the-ordinary strongman like Dale in this world.
And then the Shadow Lord and the ‘Black Armor Company’, renowned as the Empire’s best mercenary force, began to move.
A single point breakthrough moving towards the enemy’s heart, from the center where the two units are interlocked.
Since they are not cavalrymen on horseback, they are by no means superior in speed or maneuverability.
Nevertheless, the presence of the heavily armored infantry units advancing steadily in the midst of fierce confrontation was something that could not be ignored.
Above all, the weight of the Shadow Lord’s existence, who was advancing while claiming to be the standard-bearer of the Black Armor. As if showing off his notoriety and cruelty as a Black Prince, the Shadow Lord, who commanded the darkness of the winter night, was advancing toward the heavens.
Like an army of demons advancing towards heaven.
In a desperate attempt to keep the battle line, the Templars on the church side dismounted and began forming a defensive formation in reverse.
“Gatling type”, “20mm”.
Just then, a dozen black barrels began to take shape behind the Shadow Lord’s back.
The first weapon of mass destruction to change the course of war.
A barrage of darkness descended.
However, the opponent is by no means a mere swarm. They will not be so easy to defeat by a barrage of bullets.
As expected, along with the hymns of the white magicians, the celestial world that was protecting them began to shed its protective light.
At the same time, the Blood Angels who were fighting desperately in the sky began to descend all at once.
Avoiding the tentacles of Shuve and Aurelia’s sword swooping towards them, they head towards Dale, who is armed with Dark Blood armor.
“My lord!”
Lady Shadow’s scream was heard, but Dale did not panic. Instead, he turned his back as if he had expected it.
“I’ll take care of the above.”
“Protect the captain!”
Dale muttered briefly, and a hundred Black Armor Companies, each armed with the Undead’s armor, quickly formed a defensive formation around Dale.
At the same time, the black gun barrels waving behind Dale’s back all raised their mouths toward the high angle.
Black bullets rained down on the blood angels.
They spread their wings and maneuvered hastily as if to dodge a hail of bullets, and Shub’s tentacles swung around, taking advantage of the gap.
Phew!
A single pitch-black tentacle burst out towards the blood angel, piercing right through his wing.
“Ah, ahhhh!”
At the same time, the bloody angel began to fall towards the ground in agony.
Towards the feet of the Shadow Lord.
“──Even if you spread your wings and fly across the sky, do you think that will protect your lives?”
The Shadow Lord asked the fallen angel. Before he could answer, Shub’s tentacles rained down on the blood angel.
Phew, phew phew!
Blood death, black blood began to consume the blood angel and dye his blood pitch black.
Before he knew it, the angel’s blood-red wings were grotesquely puffed up, as if hundreds of writhing earthworms were inside.
“Tea, tea, praise… … !”
The Master Templar, who had been reborn as an angel of darkness, began to mutter softly.
But it was never a praise directed to the goddess of sisterhood and charity.
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It was directed towards the ‘Old Mother of Darkness’, who was blacker, darker, and more indescribably terrible.
That was just the beginning.
From within the dark armor of blood and death that enveloped the Shadow Lord, pitch-black tentacles began to rise once again.
Literally, the ‘black death’ began to eat away at the blood angels one by one like a plague.
As if catching flies one by one.
“Aim for the enemy general! Concentrate your power on the enemy general!”
The church began to feel anxious as they watched Dale slaughter the Auror Masters one by one.
“Protect the captain! Never break the formation!”
What on earth was that black blood armor? I couldn’t tell. However, as a church, one thing I could be certain of was that the darkness it contained was something that was a natural enemy of the Master Templars’ ‘blood armor’.
That’s why I’m even more impatient. About the Shadow Lord who is unilaterally attempting to break through in the current situation, and the flow of the battlefield itself that will be changed by the Black Armor Company.
It is not that all the bloody battles that are unfolding here and there are meaningless. Because through their bloody battles, the balance of power is precariously balanced without any of them collapsing.
In that situation, the presence of the Shadow Lord was like an act that broke the balance of the scales.
“Assemble all Auror Masters of House Lancaster on the right immediately!”
“Gather all the reserves to the center! Break through that Black Armor Company at all costs!”
Orders were being crossed here and there, and the church’s fighting spirit began to tangle in the already chaotic situation.
“If we die, we die in place!”
“Never allow them to break through!”
However, the defense of the Black Armor Company, armed with the armor of the Immortal, was not broken.
And when Dale, at the center of it all, joined forces with Aurelia and Shub to begin devouring the ‘blood angels’ in the sky.
The tide of battle was finally beginning to turn.
The celestial world that the 7th Circle white magician Vorenus was unfolding was gradually swallowed up by the darkness of the winter night.
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The heavenly light was fading away.
The world of ideas is like a projection of the wizard’s mind itself. And as one of the dozens of 7th Circle wizards in the entire continent, the world he unfolds is a ‘heaven’ in itself.
An undefeated wizard, whenever he opened up the heavenly realm, the soldiers there were never defeated.
Only one, the monster of the empire… …excluding the warrior of the other world.
His world, which should have been like that, was being swallowed up by the world of a mere fifteen-year-old child.
As a wizard to wizard, he goes beyond that and is active as a leader and warrior who commands the battlefield.
Vorenus, accelerating seven circles from the rear of the unit, could sense it.
As the heavens are engulfed in the darkness of a winter night, the Black Armor Company begins its steady advance into the heart of the Church Forces.
The Saxon knights on the left wing, the Night Ravens, also began to move in step with him.
There was no need to talk about the ending of the church unit that was caught between the center and left wing that unilaterally launched a frontal maneuver against the celestial unit.
Reports came that the Lancastrian knights had broken through the Saxon wing and were beginning an encircling manoeuvre, but these were of little consequence now.
“Ah, ahhh… … !”
I had no doubt that this was a fight I could win. I had a clear advantage in terms of the number and quality of my troops, and I also thought that the gap between the magicians was the same. I was wrong.
Despair gripped Vorenus’ heart, and the heavenly light was fading away like the dusk of evening.
It was just then.
“──Were you here?”
Behind me, a voice was heard.
Vorenus turned his head and swallowed his breath.
There was a little boy there.
“Ah, the mercy and loving-kindness of the sister gods still remain in this land.”
It was a boy with his eyes covered by a black bandage.
“Reveal your identity!”
Seeing this, several knights who were supposed to protect Vorenus readied their swords.
In this place where two high-ranking wizards unfold the world of thought, there are not many who can enter without permission. That is why the Templars asked cautiously, and the boy burst into laughter.
“The dogs of Sistine have no business.”
After laughing, he snapped his fingers. Just like a puppet’s strings snapped, the knights’ bodies collapsed on the spot. It was an instant death without a doubt, and even the 7th Circle White Mage Vorenus was no exception.
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The heavenly light has faded.
The magic of the hymn that should have resounded endlessly fell into silence.
‘what……?’
Silence settled like a feather, and in that situation, the Shadow Lord held his breath for a moment.
‘You wouldn’t come all the way here and think of surrendering, would you?’
The celestial world that the White Mage of the 7th Circle had been spreading had been destroyed, but that was not the end.
Another ‘world’ began to encroach upon it, swallowing up the heavenly light. A darkness fell that even the heavenly light could not dare to shine upon. But it was by no means Dale’s winter night.
“Ah, I finally get to see you again.”
In the darkness, a voice was heard.
At the same time, the Templars blocking Dale’s path split left and right like the Red Sea.
“My daughter, and the blood of the false Saxons.”
Among them, the silhouette of a child appeared.
It was a young boy with his eyes covered by a black bandage.
