Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 163



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163. Brother Synergy When the first thunder was heard, the knights looked up at the sky absentmindedly.

I wondered if it was a bolt from the blue from a cloudless, clear sky.

But the moment they noticed that the sound of thunder was coming from right in front of them.

The moment the horses I was riding started to start making a fuss and hurting people, I realized that it was not a natural sound.

The knights had a hunch.

The demon of humanity, the old god of Ise, has intervened in this battlefield.

Purrururk!

The horses raised their forelegs and ran around, drooling frothy saliva.

Already thrown into the fray, all the knights could do was struggle on their saddles to avoid falling off their horses.

Finally, when the horse’s hooves were kicking people and their dirty teeth were biting them, the knights made a decision.

“Ise used a trick! Kill the horses!”

The first one to make up his mind was Lord Betak.

Betak Kyung drew his sword, determined to kill his beloved horse, Cholong, who had been with him for nearly five years.

Other knights who saw the ominous momentum also joined in.

“Ugh, I’m sorry…!”

“For the innocent!”

The knights hurriedly drew their swords, hanging from the saddles of their galloping horses.

Of course, for a knight, a warhorse is a means of combat that proves himself, a comrade, and a valuable asset.

But what good is it to protect a lord if you ignore the people who are trying to protect him?

Knights would slit the throats of their horses or slash their swords at their heads to keep their oaths.

Crunch!

But what came back was an unbelievable sight.

“What, what is this?”

Even the old knight Betak’s eyes wavered.

-Doesn’t die.

The horses, instead, charged at the man with lifeless, blank eyes and foamy drool.

Even though their throats were cut and they were bleeding profusely, and the tip of the sword pierced their skulls and tore out their brains, the horses did not die.

The knights, in a panic, repeatedly stabbed the horse’s neck and continued to swing their swords at its head.

Some of them clenched their teeth and struck with all their might, their faces turning pale.

“!!!”

Seeing the horse still running wild even though the tip of the sword had completely pierced its neck, I knew something was definitely wrong.

“The tendon must be cut!”

The first to take action was a spirited young knight, Sir Herset.

Sir Herset braced himself for the shock and fell from his horse, rolling out of the saddle.

Even though I had taken the fall method and put on my armor, the shock that crushed my lungs left me breathless.

However, the gaze of the warhorse that was running towards the helpless refugees could be turned to the knight.

Purrururk!

The steed that Sir Herset looked up at was no longer the comrade who had shared life and death with him.

There was no trace of the gun-loaded warhorse that had been relying on its rider in the saddle to overcome its fears.

There was just a monster that coveted human skin.

I could definitely feel it the moment I saw the scales growing and turning keratinous, as if covering the area that had been cut with a knife.

‘This is the era of the non-humans, the power of this world…!’

Sir Herset took a deep breath, then straightened his posture and aimed the tip of his sword.

And I understood.

I fully understood the obsession of the church, which had been paranoid about and persecuting the fallen Ise for over a thousand years.

Even just seeing a single glimpse of the power that must have been a mere handful compared to Ise’s prime was enough to tell.

Sir Herset leapt towards the monster with its forelegs raised, confident.

The moment this world and its former masters return completely, humanity and humanity will surely be destroyed.

It was at this moment that the monster died in the blink of an eye.

Phew!!!

The head of the monster that was once a horse explodes with a loud crash.

A horse that is nearly half-crushed and then collapses to the side as a corpse.

Sir Herset, who had prepared himself and charged forward, raised his head with his mouth wide open.

“Sir Herset, you made a brave move.”

Then a familiar face appeared with a ferocious smile.

“Sir Terve!”

While riding a horse that is not tainted by madness and swinging his hammer around.

Sir Herset could not contain his astonishment.

“how?”

“huh?”

“How is Lord Terveer’s steed in good condition?!”

Other knights, struggling and hanging on the saddle, would have reacted similarly if they had the time.

However, Terveer tilted his head in surprise at the astonished reaction and carefully stroked the horse’s mane.

“I think it’s because you took good care of me.”

***

When the knights tried to quell the riot by killing their horses.

Terveer’s steed was no exception.

All the horses were foaming at the mouth and bucking like rabid dogs.

Then Terveer lowered his head and grabbed the horse’s head with his left hand as if splitting it apart.

“My dear darling.”

Wood crunch!

“If you don’t want to die while feeling the pain of having your head split open while you’re still alive, then trust me and follow me as you have been doing.”

Kkwaduk!

It was a showdown between fear that runs deep and an evil force that literally wants to break your skull.

The latter was the winner.

Terveer tamed the horse again, inflicting only the painful sensation of splintering its skull instead of crushing it with his miraculous hand movements.

The horse’s eyes, with their veins protruding, began to come back to life and eventually filled with tears.

Hehe, hehe!

Terveer smiled heartily and took his hand away after seeing that sight.

“Haha, you punk! You’re so scared. You’ve already got a kid, so what’s the big deal? Should I just chop off your head right now?”

However, the horse’s skull was still crushed as a side effect of the treatment to drive out madness.

Terveer caressed the rough, hand-marked head of his horse and then sighed.

This is no different from being beaten with a sledgehammer.

The horse must have only come to its senses for a brief moment before it died.

“I’m sorry. This is your last day.”

Horses are intelligent animals.

And Terveer’s horse was smart enough to perceive the emotions and truth contained in the rider’s words and actions.

Hehehe…

Terveer, hearing the horse’s pitiful cry, deliberately shouted louder to soothe his aching heart.

“But your end will be remembered along with my dance!”

Boohoo, boohoo-.

Even as he turned the hammer, his gaze was already beyond the confusion, looking toward the forest where the enemies were lying in wait.

‘There was more, after all.’

Ariaba was definitely a cunning and wicked man.

He deliberately waited for the refugees to become confused, and then used the opportunity to migrate when the knights’ vaunted mobility was reduced.

The moment I saw a group of pagans running towards me, taking advantage of this gap.

Terveer charged forward, striking the horses with his hammer.

He also did not forget to give orders to the knights he rescued.

“Lord Herset, join the battlefield even if you are in a state of dismounting! First, ensure an orderly retreat of the refugees!”

“…Yes! Sir Terve, good luck!”

A knight must have the courage to not back down even in the most dangerous times.

It was the knight’s responsibility to charge forward and bring about victory, relying on the skills and weapons he had honed throughout his life.

And Terveer was a knight who knew how to take responsibility.

“Fear me!”

The momentum of the pagans who had been charging fiercely decreases.

“I am the strongest knight in Powis, Terveer!”

Every time Terveer swung his hammer, new energy returned to the battlefield.

The word reversal is eating away at everyone’s mind.

Finally, the knights who had calmed or beheaded their horses began to follow Terveer while dismounted.

“The wounded will lead the refugees, and the able-bodied will follow Sir Tervere!”

“You’re making me say my precious words yourself…!!!”

The pagans were so shocked by Terweir’s dancing that they did not dare to attack him and instead targeted the refugees.

“I’ve never heard of a warrior like that among the landowners?!”

“Retreat! The signal to retreat was given earlier!”

“With that guy in front of you? Is the chief in his right mind?”

Even the refugees who were running away in fear stopped for a moment and knelt down to pray when they saw the pagans standing still.

The benevolent star of humanity moved its hand to guide those brave knights to come.

Boom, bang, bang, bang, bang…

Everyone on the battlefield vaguely knew.

If things continue like this, Terveer and the knights might win.

The ceaseless sound of hammers splitting heads felt like a signal of victory.

-Until a warrior appeared, rushing in at a rapid pace.

The double axes struck the front legs of the horse that had been jumping around, trusting in its rider.

The axe blade dug in and shattered the bone in an instant.

The pain caused Terveer’s horse to cry out its final words.

And in the midst of a tearing scream, before the axe was even pulled out.

Even while falling from his horse, Terveer glared and swung his hammer.

Clang!

A sound that should not be heard echoes through the air.

The axe blade that had just struck the horse’s front leg was now blocking Terveer’s hammer.

By precisely kicking away the chain link attached to the hammer.

Terveer had a hunch.

What happens once can happen twice.

The wrist holding the hammer spun around once.

Tervere took the impact of the fall with his shoulder, forced himself to exhale, and rolled over, swinging his hammer with all his might.

Kaaaaang!!!

This time, what I hit was the spiked part of the hammer.

The axe blade was shattered by the terrifying mass and speed it had been thrown at.

But Terveer never saw what happened after that.

“Cough!”

The shock of falling from a horse is never light.

If it had happened without your knowledge, it would have been enough to kill you instantly or leave you disabled.

It was only because Terveer was a natural knight and skilled in horsemanship that he suffered fewer injuries.

On the other hand, the warrior who rushed in and knocked Terveer off his horse revealed himself by throwing away his broken axe.

“Ariaba swings four times.”

Ariaba kicked the corpse of the warrior Terveer had killed, turned it over, and picked up the hatchet from its bosom.

Hiding his stiff mouth corners under his red-blond beard.

“A great warrior worthy of the great gods, this is the name of the one who will take you to the gods.”

“…Four times. Yes. That’s why he got that name because he swung it four times when others swung it once.”

Terveer struggled to his feet against the approaching Ariava and grabbed the mallet handle.

Have you already recovered your strength to face it?

Ariaba’s steps as he approaches become even faster.

“Usually, they repeat the same thing over and over again to make you aware of the fact.”

Skunk, skunk-.

Ariaba glared at Terveer fiercely, scraping the blade of his axe against the blade of his axe.

“I can’t afford to be lax with you.”

-The movements were explosive.

Ariaba swung his axe alternately without any hesitation, but with a much more vigorous force than usual.

He continued to unleash attacks with such force that even the flimsiest chainmail armor would have been torn apart and shattered long ago.

In a time much shorter than the time humans can perceive, it was overwhelmed not by the technology of those bound by human limitations, but by the technology of those who go beyond them.

The flash of the axe blade was much faster than the human eye.

Ariaba swung his sword four times when others swung it once, and more times than others when others swung it four times.

Each of those scenes is a continuation of the previous one, so much so that it looks like a lost halo of light is hovering in one place.

-But Terveer did not fall.

He was wielding a chained hammer to the limit of what a human could wield, with skills befitting the title of the strongest knight.

Kang!

Turning your wrists, stepping forward and back, turning your waist, and tightening and releasing your shoulders.

Kang, Kang, Kang!

Using the hammer as a weight, he swings the chain link around in a chaotic manner.

Kagagagagak-!!!

He blocked all of Ariaba’s attacks by varying the weight he put on and received with his footwork and posture at every moment.

It’s not like I’m taking them one by one.

-I chose to subdue the heavy mass of the hammer with the help of a strong chain link.

‘That’s ridiculous. How can a mere warrior, not even a great warrior, fight against me, a great warrior who has the power of a god and the favor of the Thunder God…!’

Ariaba shuddered.

The sweat that should have been hot was cooled down by the heat generated from swinging the axe.

‘Is this guy going to be a warrior king?’

Ariaba’s speed that surpasses human limits was obtained by sacrificing the remains of the Warrior King, including his left hand.

But defeating the monster before him required more than that.

The decision was quick.

Clang!

Ariaba swung his double axes roughly and kicked away Terveer’s hammer.

Even though it was Terve, it wasn’t as bad as the workshop just before.

The price of pushing the limits of humanity was revealed in rough breathing and wavering eyes.

But instead of rushing in, Ariaba chose to keep his distance.

Terveer, who had been adjusting his posture as he thought Ariaba would attack in one breath, was flustered.

“What, you’re not coming in?”

Ariaba did not answer that.

He threw down his axe to secure a sure victory.

Instead, the offering that had been cherished and kept as a necklace around the chest for a long time.

He grabbed the ring on the Warrior King’s left index finger and raised it, shouting.

“Greatness worthy of the great gods!”

A symbol of a fallen kingdom.

If it is a seal ring that the nameless warrior king did not discard until the end, he will give you a reasonable price.

Ariaba cried out with such confidence.

“To you the greatest warrior…”

I tried to scream.

-Until the sharp tip of the spear struck the ring in his hand.

Thanks to Ariaba’s quick movements, the unfortunate incident of his hand being completely pierced did not occur.

However, the ring he was planning to offer as a tribute could not avoid being tossed around on the dirt floor.

“I’m not generous enough to let you transform to become stronger.”

Even more so because you know who owns the window.

‘The Grand Knight of Lux Stella! You noticed that I was about to offer tribute…!’

I have to run away.

Dealing with these two here and now is suicidal.

Ariaba tried to retreat hastily, but soon looked around and realized that it was too late.

“There is no escape, pagan.”

The new intruder was extremely brutal.

While Terveer and his knights were struggling to focus on the refugees, he completely ignored them and deployed his army.

It was designed to form a siege net to keep the enemy from escaping, thus attracting as little attention as possible.

In fact, Ariava and his group were caught in a state of confusion between the order to retreat and the order to advance.

The result was a merciless massacre.

Aah, ah…

Aaaahhhhh…

Similar groans and screams from before resonate.

But this time, the one spitting it out was different.

Those who always called themselves warriors, those who called themselves predators, were trapped in a tightening net and were mechanically slaughtered.

And the one who planned all this was right before my eyes.

“Sir Terve, no, brother.”

A black shoulder cloak flutters.

The great warrior of Lux Stella, Bishop Narva, jumped down from his saddle and swung his spear.

“I will join.”

“Narva…!”

The unexpected appearance of a younger sibling.

Instead of revealing his emotions directly, the upset Terveer shouted in a hoarse voice.

“Why are you getting off the horse?!”

“Seeing your brother’s horse die earlier reminded me of the price of horses these days.”

The market will be shaken again.

Narva responded mischievously, but did not let go of the hand that was holding the spear.

“If you want to pass anyway, it’s better to get off.”

“Are you okay? Your main weapon isn’t a spear, is it?”

Eventually, Terveer picked up the hammer and expressed his worries about his younger brother.

But instead of reassuring her, Narva smiled with her teeth bared.

“Who said that?”

I remember the days when I was a warrior king.

“My nickname is-.”

Reflecting on old memories of the past.

“-It was a broken window.”

All the users who called themselves Naero recalled the old nickname that made them vomit and say it was disgusting.

Episode 164