The paladins engulfed in flames were unable to die and were groaning in pain. Above their heads, a brown-skinned elf girl flew up with her white-blonde hair flying.
“Hohohohoho!”
Letting out an eerie roar, the girl approached the other knights who were still alive.
She giggled as she looked at the people who were injured so badly that their bones were exposed.
“Like a cockroach, life is tough. You said you were a paladin, right? “So is it a holy cockroach?”
The girl stomped on the head of the fallen knight.
“The rule is to kill bugs by trampling them.”
Kwasik!
The entire head of the helmet is shattered, and pieces of flesh and brain matter splatter in all directions. Without paying any heed, the girl smiled seductively and snatched an eyeball flying into the air.
The girl smiled brightly, playing with her bloodshot eyeballs with her fingers as if they were toys.
“Ahahaha!”
Even the orcs were horrified by the cruelty and took a step back. Christine gritted her teeth as she looked at the elf girl.
“You’re out!”
For the past four days, the Holy Knights have been unable to advance at all and have continued to fight in the basin. This was because Christine, who was supposed to be pushing the Antares army instead of Talon, kept getting blocked by a single girl swordsman.
Siris Valencia was an ordinary elven swordsman who was well known by both the Empire and Carol, although she was close to the King and her name was well known.
When she reappeared in this war, she had become a completely different being.
Due to the extremely cruel hands, the horrifying level of death, and the mad massacre that makes people look like insects, she is no longer called the elegant title of Swordsman of Shinwol.
“Madness of Valencia!”
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“What a damned witch!”
“Today is the day I will avenge my colleagues!”
The paladins became angry and rushed towards Siris. Siris smiled coquettishly and lightly bounced her foot.
“Come out, Sarana!”
The wind spirit, Sarana, materialized in the air with a fearful expression.
Siris’ attitude is no longer that of an elf who regards spirits as friends. However, her strong affinity with spirits was slowly increasing, exerting a force that was almost a deterrent. Sarana, the spirit of the wind, became Siris’s foothold, fearful yet following her commands like a faithful servant.
After summoning five wind spirits at the same time, Siris stepped into the air and instantly took control over the heads of the paladins.
The paladins screamed.
“It’s that trick again!”
“Don’t panic! Everyone, act calmly!”
Knights on horseback are not accustomed to attacks from overhead. However, because they had already faced Siris several times, all the Paladins expertly raised their shields to block the air.
Siris sneered while floating in the air.
“joy!”
With a sneer, she twirled the scimitar in both hands.
“good! Salamander!”
Dozens of fire lizards materialize in the air. Following Siris’s gesture, the Salamanders bombarded all at once. Jumping into her outburst, she flicked the scimitar in both her hands.
“Taaaat!”
Two scimitars forged solely from pure true iron adamantium danced a murderous dance, sprinkling blood. The knights who blocked were cut off with their shields, turning into corpses rolling around on the floor.
An old knight who barely avoided the attack rolled his eyes and swung his chain scythe.
“Die, witch!”
Whirling!
The chain scythe was released and aimed at Siris’ back. The moment he quickly crossed his swords to block the attack, the chain became entangled with the two scimitars, blocking his movement.
“oh? “You’re quite old, aren’t you?”
In that gap, a young paladin came stabbing with a long spear.
“In the name of Sayre!”
Suddenly Siris put down both swords. Then she flipped her body in the air and aimed for the paladin’s neck with her bare hands. He narrowly dodged her polearm and her shaft pierced the knight’s neck.
“Wow!”
With a scream, the young man’s entire head fell off. It was the white light in her hand, the power of the element.
“no! Sir Garrick!”
The old driver let out a scream when he saw his beloved junior having his neck ripped out.
“How can a young woman’s hands be so vicious!”
The angry old knight ran towards Siris with tears in his eyes.
“There will be Sayer’s divine punishment!”
At that moment, Siris reached out to the young man’s head in the air.
Gentle fingers grasp blood-stained hair. She laughed as she swung her head like a mace.
“This is Sayer’s divine punishment, old man!”
Boom!
The old knight’s head was smashed by the head of his beloved junior. His headless body was rolling around on the floor, his gray hair fluttering in the air.
Siris threw away the fallen hair and burst into laughter.
“Ahahahaha!”
Feeling that her allies’ morale was sinking, Christine hurriedly ran to Siris. She pulled out her Messiah and swung it, yelling as hard as she could.
“I will kill you this time, Mad Valencia!”
Messiah, imbued with the sacred sword, rushes in like an arrow, aiming for Siris’ heart. But Siris instead laughed bitterly.
“Hoho, haven’t you figured out the topic yet, Christine?”
Laughing, she twisted her body to avoid the sting. She then began her counterattack by swinging her scimitar left and right.
“Element!”
With a shout, a vivid white energy appears on Siris’ two blades. Every time it collides with that energy, the sacred sword amplified by Messiah shakes helplessly and loses its power.
Christine’s complexion turned pale.
‘shit! ‘What happened to that girl?’
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When she faced Siris in the past, Christine was pushed back by her. Even after she obtained Messiah, she was pushed aside by Titima, who borrowed Silan’s power.
But Christine is no longer the person she used to be. Now that she has fully assimilated Messiah’s power, she has been able to obtain a powerful power comparable to that of the Golden Knight Yussus.
So, I participated in this crusade, confident that I would be able to defeat Reppenhardt this time… … .
‘How did he become so strong in such a short period of time?’
Siris’ eyes glowed red as she overwhelmingly pushed Christine. An arrogant shout burst out.
“Sayre’s bitch! I’ll cut off your limbs and make you crawl in the mud like a pig! Ahahaha!”
strong!
I am strong!
I have acquired a strength that is unparalleled by anyone else!
Siris’ excited eyes became increasingly red. Her eyes were now completely red, to the point where she looked like a devil or monster.
Christine clicked her tongue.
‘Hmm, I thought it might be worth dealing with since I’ve gotten used to it so many times… … .’
However, the results only confirmed the absolute difference in skill.
Even if Messiah is utilized 100%, Christine is at best on par with an inexperienced Auror user. On the other hand, the current Siris seems to be able to beat even a decent number of Auror users.
‘I guess it won’t work… … .’
Christine calmly strengthened her defenses and stepped back. For some reason, she calmly acknowledged that she was no match for Siris.
It’s because she goes out of her mind when something happens to her, but in fact, Christine is a capable paladin who is recognized even within the church. If he didn’t do that, there was no way he could take on the important responsibility of leading the five thousand Holy Knights.
There was no Silan on this battlefield, so Christine maintained her cool-headed spirit unlike usual. Nevertheless, the reason she attacked Siris was to prevent her knights’ morale from falling further and to enable her to retreat safely.
“Knights of Sayre! Organize your formation! “We retreat to the camp!”
While Christine tied Siris’ feet, the Holy Knights calmly formed their ranks and prepared to retreat. Talon, who was fighting with Starla, also noticed and fell back.
In the end, while continuing the battle, the Holy Knights succeeded in retreating safely inside the basin, inside the temporarily built wooden fortress. Starla, who was chasing, clicked her tongue as she looked at the wooden fortress.
“Tsk, it’ll be hard to chase you if you go in there.”
Although that wooden fortress looked shabby on the outside, it was a fortress with considerable defensive power by installing Sayer’s holy relics everywhere and deploying powerful divine protection. No matter how powerful Starla and Siris are, if a siege is launched against that fortress, our troops will suffer considerable damage.
“There’s no need to point it out, hoho.”
Stella sneered and turned the wolf’s head.
“What are these people going to do with the sit-in protest?”
And then he shouted as if making a declaration to his allies.
“We are victorious!”
Their mission is to block the enemy’s advance for 15 days. The enemy you need to advance to is building a house and being stuck there to take time, so there’s absolutely no reason to rush into it. From Antares’ point of view, I feel like giving him a few barrels of alcohol so he can rest for a long time.
Stella laughed as she defeated the Antares army.
“Guys! “Let’s just go in, eat and rest!”
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The troops under Stala, in charge of the eastern front of Antares, were building temporary positions in a concave area in the northern part of the basin. This temporary camp was also surrounded by thick wooden fences like the Western Front and secured living space with orc leather barracks, boasting the efficiency of a fortress.
Celebrations of successive victories continued throughout the camp.
“Guys, it’s no big deal!”
“They have a lot of land, but they are shameless bastards targeting other people’s land!”
“There’s no way those guys can be our opponents!”
The orcs were drinking and celebrating, just like the previous four days.
It would be unthinkable for a human army to provide alcohol to soldiers going to war, but Orcs are naturally prone to hangovers, so drinking in moderation is a great help in boosting morale. There may be an enemy attack while drunk, but in preparation for that, the elves of the Danheim clan have already begun thorough reconnaissance. So, Stala did not necessarily bind them with strict military discipline. There is no use in trying to tie it down.
“Hey guys .. hey guys! “Drink in moderation and let’s get married!”
“I understand, Godmother!”
Starla glanced at the excited orcs and suddenly headed to the barracks on the other side with a worried look on her face. It was the barracks of Siris Valencia, the leader of the unit leading the Danheim elves.
“Are you seated, Miss Siris?”
“Ah, Mr. Stella.”
As we approached the barracks, Siris was fixing her scimitar and greeted Starla. Looking at the calm expression on her face now, as calm as usual, it is hard to believe that this girl is the mad Valencia who slaughtered her enemies so cruelly.
Stella hesitated before opening her mouth.
“I have seen your battles these past few days. “There was too much unnecessary waste of blood.”
Once you reach Starla, you are no longer at the level of fear of Siris’ madness. But that didn’t mean it looked normal.
“Your powers are so strange. It looks unbalanced. “Are you sure you’re okay, Miss Siris?”
Miss Siris grinned.
“I just went a little too far in order to break the morale of the enemies. “Thanks to you, wasn’t the damage on our side greatly reduced?”
“That’s true, but… … “Umm.”
He looked no different from usual, so Stala could no longer open his mouth. She feels like she should say something more… … .
‘But I can’t really say anything… … .’
The elves’ racial power ‘Element’ used by Siris was very different from the auror of the orc fighters. The resulting phenomenon is similar, but the process is completely outside of Stella’s common sense, so it is difficult to give any advice.
