The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 339

‘shit! They’re calling me that again.’

He was originally a mercenary, but became an Auror and received a knighthood. Thanks to this, he was also nicknamed the King of Mercenaries on the continent. Well, he himself really hates that title.

‘There is also a good title called the Knight of Steel! The Sword Saint is also a mercenary, right? But why am I the mercenary king?’

Not all kings are good. Do you like titles such as Gangster King or Beggar King?

Mercenaries tend to be looked down on more than proper knights. In fact, even in that title that Patran said, there was a clear sarcasm in it.

Although they belonged to the same military, they were independent Auror users who had faced each other as enemies several times, so they did not get along very well with each other.

However, Kettle also sarcastically says that Patran is an honorless man who proudly wears the ‘disgraceful title’ of Command Swordsman.

‘Sigh, I’m going to die from being sick. I have to endure it.’

Anyway, as Kettle took the lead, Sparon of the Heavenly Sword also clung to his side.

“I will drive from the left, Mercenary King!”

“Oh, try to do it right this time! “Knife seller!”

Sparon of the Heavenly Sword also had the strange nickname of the Swordsman due to his ability to create countless Auror swords. Even though they were mocking each other, Kettle and Sparon worked together keenly to attack Atilca.

Auror users are afraid of their skills being revealed, so they have a strong tendency to hide their skills when others are watching. But that was only at the beginning, these three had already been working together against Atilca tirelessly for the past 13 days. Kettle and Sparon stretched out their swords, unleashing their Auror skills to their heart’s content.

“Iron Spear!”

“Sword Storm!”

The gray blade aura turns into a steel spear and splits the air. Then, dozens of Auror Swords whirl like a storm, covering the surroundings.

As both of them were familiar with combat, it was a passing technique that seemed to have no flaws. But Atilka was not embarrassed.

“Hmm… … .”

Atilca stopped beating the drum and shouted to Kettle, who was leading the way.

“As expected, you have great skills, Mercenary King!”

“Kaaaak! “Do trolls even call me that?”

Kettle’s excited attack is slightly disturbed. It’s only a very small loophole, but for someone as talented as Atilka, it’s nothing more than a gaping hole.

Clicking her tongue inwardly, Atilka twisted her body to avoid the attack.

‘Tsu, you got caught again. ‘How can an elderly person have such a temperament?’

When I first encountered him, I called him without thinking because the Mercenary King was shorter and easier to call than the Iron Knight, but it became easier to deal with him because he lost his cool and rushed at him, and from then on, Atilca continued to excite the opponent in this way. It’s already been a few times this has happened, and it’s so ridiculous that it keeps happening every time.

‘A short-thinking person who can’t control his temper makes him a mercenary.’

Although he was a mercenary, Banatel was a prosecutor through and through. He is a type of swordsman who is devoted to swordsmanship and does not use any weapons other than a sword, which is problematic because he is too much of a swordsman.

Kettle, on the other hand, was a typical mercenary. Because he came from a fallen sword family, he was able to learn proper swordsmanship and become an Auror user, but even so, the character acquired from his long career as a mercenary was not lost anywhere.

Atilca, who easily dodged the attack, raised both arms. He began to sing, rotating the single stick he held in both of her hands.

“A winged hawk flies across the sky, and a lark follows behind him singing!”

A vortex of blue light spreads out from the rotating poles on the left and right, covering Kettle and Sparon’s Auror skills. In an instant, the two blade auras were shattered and a counterattack was launched. Kettle and Sparon groaned.

“Tsk!”

“Damn, what a monster that damn troll is!”

Command Swordsman Patran quickly intervened and aimed at Atilka’s back. Thanks to this, Atilca’s mind was distracted, and Kettle and Sparon barely escaped the attack range.

Sir Egrad, who was watching the battle from afar, clicked his tongue.

“why… … I’m not even a demon in a dungeon, but I’m dealing with three Auror users at the same time… … .”

It’s been like that for several days now. The three trusted Auror users are all tied up, unable to handle even one monster troll, the ivory molar.

However, if we took one person out and turned to the other side, the remaining two people simply could not handle Atilka.

When dealing with three people, Atilka was completely defensive, wasting time, and when even one of them showed signs of leaving, he would not miss the opportunity and forcefully attack them. It was a tactic that clearly showed her intention to tie up the three Auror users… … .

‘The difference in skill level is so great that even though I clearly know the plan, there is no solution.’

In the end, in this war, those ‘battlefield specialized Auror users’ that I trusted were almost useless. Frowning, Lord Egrad turned his gaze to the west of Eldril Guard.

Unless the Auror user can use their power properly, they will have to attack the fortress in another way… … .

“Even the Great Wizard of the Empire is unable to use his power.”

There, Archmage Parkins, on loan from the Vastalon Empire, is furiously bombarding the castle walls with magic. A member of the mid-8th circle, he was one of the most powerful wizards in the Tower of the Sun, and was revered by all wizards on the continent.

But now, Parkinson’s magic was having little effect.

Because of one white-bearded old dwarf who stands on the castle wall and emits strong holy light, blocking all magic!

“Al Port! Your servant petitions! “Please bestow the protection of the earth that embraces all things!”

While offering a sacred prayer, Marceline was killing most of the magic’s power with her powerful divine power every time Parkins’ magic flew. The divine protection was so powerful that the 8th circle explosion spell was reduced to just a 2nd or 3rd circle explosion spell after passing through the light of the protection.

Grand Wizard Parkins was outraged.

“damn! “That damn evil pope!”

The divine power of that evil dwarf was truly greater than that of a human pope. As a great wizard, he was acquainted with the Pope of Sayre and the Pope of Atlas. However, their divine power was not at that level.

Pope Marceline’s divine power remained even after dealing with Archmage Parkins, and was enough to withstand even the magic corps of the Sun Tower. Thanks to this, the magic corps led by Parkins also wasn’t having much fun against the dwarven priests.

“I heard that evil spirits give power easily!”

Gritting his teeth, Parkins continued to cast his spell. He had already painfully felt that he had been dealing with Marceline for over ten days and that it was of no use, but that did not mean he could give up and declare surrender.

Still, due to the rampage of magic, some gaps in the siege are revealed. During this gap, Sir Egrad personally led the main camp.

“Vasil’s warriors! Capture that fortress today! Glory to Vasily!”

With great encouragement, Sir Egrad took the lead and began rushing towards the fortress. His majesty as he advanced while wielding his blade aura and cutting down everything in his way was truly worthy of the reputation of an auror user.

However, the Eldrill Guard did not really collapse.

“Keep shooting arrows!”

“Throw stones!”

The soldiers on the castle walls fight fiercely. Sir Egrad’s Blade Aura passes over it.

“Ahh! “It’s an Auror!”

“damage!”

Perhaps due to their usual training, even the Eldrill Guard soldiers were calmly evacuating against the Blade Aurors. And the Blade Auror destroys that empty space.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!

The expression earlier was actually a bit wrong. The Eldrill Guard collapsed very easily.

Rumbling!

The problem is that even if it collapses, the empty space is strangely filled with rubble on the left and right.

“done! “The castle wall has been restored!”

“Shoot the arrow again!”

The soldiers of the Eldrill Guard also seemed to have realized that the castle walls had already collapsed, as they reappeared on top of the rubble and responded well. Thanks to this, no matter how rampant Sir Egrad was, he could not easily take control of the castle walls.

Of course, if you make up your mind and use the formidable physical abilities of an Auror user, you can climb up the castle wall. But then you end up having to handle the offensive alone.

Unless he is Jim Unbreakable, Sir Egrad is also an ordinary(?) Auror user who must be careful of blind swords.

In the end, Sir Egrad retreated again and gave a signal to retreat.

“retreat! “Everyone retreat!”

Today too, the attack on Eldrill Guard was a failure.

2

In the battles taking place throughout Eldrill Guard, Antares clearly had the upper hand. Although the Basil Kingdom army attacked without stopping, the Eldrill Guard’s mixed race army thoroughly defended the fortress without giving up any part of the walls.

Eldrill Guard, a fortress that is more prone to collapse than any other fortress in the world, but at the same time never collapses.

While resting in the barracks, Lord Egrad was holding a meeting with his staff with an angry look on his face.

“Isn’t there a more useful strategy? “The strategy you came up with didn’t work, did it?”

In front of the enraged commander, the entire staff becomes like a mouse in front of a cat and trembles. Sir Egrad looked pitiful and touched his forehead.

“The only thing is that the king hasn’t shown up yet, so that’s it. If things continue like this, let alone attack, we might get counterattacked and lose!”

Currently, King Reppenhardt has not appeared on the battlefield in earnest.

The reason was simple.

This is Reppenhardt, who has already had a close fight with Master Dreza of the 9th Circle. It would be fair to say that he actually lost.

That’s why he didn’t jump into the battlefield in advance to save up his strength in preparation for Dreza’s appearance. A person as strong as Drezza would have to deal with even Reppenhardt with his full strength.

the problem is… … .

“Ah, that damn old man… … .”

Sir Egrad cursed as he covered his head.

Although it was kept a complete secret, in fact there was currently no Dreza in the Basil Kingdom army.

Thirteen days ago, after the deadly fight with Reppenhardt.

Dreza returned to base quite exhausted. And then he suddenly dropped a bombshell.

-I will stay out of this war.

The official reason was that the flow of magic throughout the body was disrupted while dealing with Repenhardt, so he was unable to use his full power for a while. But the actual reason was different.

-How can I deal with that guy, Gerard, when I can’t even control him!

Dreza, who felt extremely self-destructive after dealing with Repenhardt, returned to the Duchy of Rastill, saying he needed to increase his strength even more.

Well, it wasn’t really a lie that the magic flow was messed up. However, since it only took a few days to get better, it was an excuse to anyone. It’s not that there aren’t any wizards at the base, and there’s even an archmage, Parkins, and Lord Egrad gets angry, saying that you’re making such a shameless excuse… … .

-He’s in the 8th circle so he’ll get better quickly, but he won’t get better once he becomes a 9th circle master!

It came out like that and I had nothing to say.

There is only one 9th Circle Master on the current continent, Dreza. If you say that, there is no wizard qualified to refute it.

In the end, Dreza left the Hollang main camp the next morning and returned to the Duchy of Rastill alone. There is an excuse that his magic flow was disturbed, so he could not fly back and used his carriage, but it is certain that he left the battlefield anyway.

“It’s a good thing that the crazy old man went in a carriage so his absence wasn’t known over there… … .”

If he had openly used magical power to fly into the sky, it would have been clearly known to Antares that Dreza had deserted.

Sighing, Lord Egrad looked at the shadow of the huge black fortress visible through the gap in the barracks. It had already been 15 days since the siege began, and he had lost nearly 10,000 men.

‘If we don’t do something soon, we may have to make a dishonorable withdrawal.’

It can be said that he considers his own honor more important than the lives of dead soldiers, an attitude worthy of being an example of a nobleman. In any case, it was a very serious problem from Lord Egrad’s perspective.

Although he did not usually seek God, prayer naturally lingered on his lips.

“Ares, if you truly exist, can’t you give me a miracle?”

It was a war that started with Sayer’s excuse, but in fact, most warriors and knights served Ares, the god of battle. Sir Egrad ended the meeting helplessly, saying Ares’ name.

I went to sleep full of worries, and soon the next morning came.

Lord Egrad opened his eyes and sighed again.

Now we must begin a siege war that we have no chance of winning today.

After washing his face and getting dressed, he entered the conference barracks.

One of the subordinate knights reported.

“Your Excellency Commander Egrad!”

“What’s going on?”

The subordinate knight spoke with a possessed expression.

“… … Eldril Guard has fallen.”

“… … Huh?”

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