Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 226



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226. The hunter-hunted clash took place in a damp, cold fog.

Royalty and interest.

Those who long for an era of humans only and those who wish for the return of an era of non-humans did not hide their hatred and anger towards each other.

“Cast out the god of the unworthy!”

“A sacrifice worthy of the great gods!!!”

The pagan warriors did not form formations, but instead displayed large physiques, ferocious violence, and wide strides.

The warriors closed the distance in an instant, wielding huge axes and long spears that the average farmer would never have seen.

The soldiers could not hide their fear in the face of such terrifying bravery.

Eyes wandering, unfocused, in a state of fear.

Fingers and the tip of the knife tremble incessantly.

Dry saliva that sticks to the roof of the mouth and tears away.

Yurid was one of them.

If the loud noise had not been enough to mask the soldiers’ agitation, I might have continued to lose my mind.

Chorrrrrr!

The sound of chains entangling and scraping momentarily drowned out the warriors’ shouts.

When the soldiers inadvertently turned their heads in the direction of the sound, there was a knight confidently swinging a chained mace.

Terveer burst into laughter and shouted, oblivious to the countless gazes directed at him.

“Shield up!”

It was a shout mixed with laughter, but it was clearer than ever.

The tinnitus that had been piercing my eardrums was instantly erased.

The only thing that filled their minds was the words to raise their shields, and the soldiers did as they were told.

Yurid had no shield.

Instead, he positioned himself between the shield walls and stood upright with his sword pointed at the point.

At that moment, a second command cut through the fog and beyond.

“Right foot back!”

At those words, the sound of feet shuffling echoed all at once.

Enough to make the ground shake slightly.

This time too, the soldiers moved without thinking, simply following the orders that filled their heads.

But Yurid heard a different voice in Terveer’s roar.

‘…Tsk.’

I heard a voice that said it was annoying and repulsive, but at the same time, it was amazing.

‘Is it over just because you have a shield? What are those footworks? Are you really the son of Lord Terveer?’

And then the discordant, chaotic sounds began to tangle.

The sound of shuffling feet, the sound of swallowing, the scraping of chainmail, the sound of shouting as if scraping phlegm, the sound of mumbling a prayer…

finally.

“Take it!!!”

I heard a shout indicating that the fight had begun in earnest.

At the same time, one person’s life was ended.

Kwajik!

He was an unlucky soldier.

He happened to be at the very front line, and he happened to meet a warrior who was good at wielding an axe, and he got split in half along with his shield.

He died in an instant without even being able to scream or exhale a single breath.

But the empty space left by the split soldier was filled in the blink of an eye.

Because just before the warrior could swing his axe again, there was a blade stuck right on the handle.

Kak!

“huh?!”

The warrior groaned in embarrassment and retrieved his axe.

Thanks to that, I got some time to catch my breath.

The shield wall did not fall.

The soldier who filled the empty spot gave a grateful look and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

The warrior clicked his tongue and glared at Yurid, realizing that he had already missed his chance.

“Woman? I’ve never seen a female warrior who guards the land?”

“Hoo…”

“Hmm. I don’t think you have that much skill… But I will acknowledge your courage and make you my spouse. What do you think? If you put down your sword and come into my arms right now, I will cherish you.”

It’s a provocation.

Although choleric, Yurid, who had her own intuition, saw through that fact.

I was so angry that the veins on my forehead were red and my insides were burning.

“…”

Yurid knew exactly what her role was.

The confidence that he could do it as a child of Terveer was completely trampled by the author who was his teacher.

Still, it seems he is a master after all.

now.

As the moment of life and death came, the harsh words of the teacher who had never been untrue to the young child came to mind.

‘No matter how great a knight is, he avoids more than 3 vs 1 duels. He just repeats 1 vs 1 duels as quickly as possible.’

‘Uncle, then how many people do you think I have?’

‘You’re a bad knight, so avoid one-on-one combat if possible. Got it?’

‘Uncle, you don’t have to provoke me like that. I’m being serious.’

‘Don’t run away like that. I’m serious too.’

Even though he is a vicious person who says things he shouldn’t say to his only nephew and disciple.

‘Exactly halfway.’

Looking back.

‘At your level, it’s exactly half a step. Don’t get further away from the soldiers than half a step.’

I have never neglected teaching.

The evidence that his teaching was correct was right before our eyes.

As Yurid struggled to maintain his formation between the shield walls without falling for the provocation, the warriors were left with no choice but to fall back.

“Tsk.”

Even from a warrior’s standpoint, a knight was a difficult opponent.

He could easily cut down the conscripted soldiers who had just come from plowing the fields yesterday, but he had to be on his guard against knights and servants who had learned specialized combat techniques.

To begin with, warriors are not good at formation-to-formation fighting.

Despite the advantage of a surprise attack in the fog, the warriors failed to induce melee combat, which was a mistake.

The moment when the warriors lost their momentum and were licking their lips in front of the solidly formed shield wall.

The melody, like the strings of an instrument being plucked, reached everyone’s ears.

Ting-♪

A peaceful melody that doesn’t fit with the battlefield at all, but touches the human heart.

It was a nice sound to listen to just before falling asleep, on a soft leather couch in front of a cozy campfire.

So much so that Yurid’s eyelids, which had been tense just a moment ago, began to close slowly.

At that moment, Yurid’s body was suddenly pushed backwards.

“Ugh!”

Yurid jumped upright and opened her eyes wide.

But the anger I felt at not being able to hear the cozy melody quickly turned into bewilderment.

Huh, huh-!

The one who pushed Yurid was the soldier whom Yurid had just saved.

But that lifeline didn’t last long.

The soldier who had filled the empty space in the shield wall was on his knees, scratching at the grotesque arrow feather that had pierced his neck.

He was dying on his knees, spitting out blood from his gaping wounds.

Only then did Yurid and the other soldiers realize the identity of the invisible bird.

“The identity of the bird’s sound…”

“What the heck!”

A commotion begins to spread among the soldiers.

A leader who leads the warriors.

White-Eyed Toryon sneered as he stroked the bowstring that was shaking from the recoil of the arrow.

“Hehe. That’s why the Chieftain’s expression is like that all the time.”

There is a difference between a death that is expected and a strange death.

There are many who sing of heroic and beautiful sacrifices, but none dare to speak of death that is thoroughly trampled under the wrath of God.

The same was true for the soldiers who served the people.

They are the old gods of Ise.

I didn’t know how angry the true gods of this world were.

Unlike their ancestors in the past, who rose up to end all non-humans and open the world of humanity.

Toryon laughed at the agitated soldiers and said to his warriors-.

“!”

The eyes that had been leisurely smiling are filled with shock.

Toryon threw himself back hastily and pulled at the empty bow.

Ting-.

One note.

It was only for a moment, but it was beautiful enough to become a memory.

It was a melody that was more than enough to comfort the souls of those stained with blood.

But the melody of the instrument was meaningless in the face of the hammer that was about to crush life.

bang!

The ground is crumbling.

The iron ball covered in sharp thorns was aimed precisely at the spot where Toryon had been just a moment ago.

And the moment I realized that I had missed the mark.

The mace spewed out pieces of broken stone as it was dragged along by the chain attached to its head.

“Lord Herset, command the shield wall!”

Terveer.

He shook the battlefield with his seething shout, his coat of arms fluttering with the emblem of a crow looking up at the Blue Cross.

“How dare you use such cunning tricks in front of me!”

Boom boom boom-.

The chained hammer returns with a fierce force.

The momentum grew stronger as Terveer began to run.

Terveer glared at Toryon with sparkling eyes.

“Die, infidel!!!”

He struck the hammer with all his might.

bang!

It was such a powerful force that it created a tiny cloud of dust.

But Terveer had to frown and straighten his posture.

It has no taste.

It was indeed as I had intuition.

Toryon was walking through the fog with his characteristically gliding movements, gaining distance.

While putting his hand into the quiver.

“Great nature goddess, you who gave me permission to hunt!”

and.

“Let those who only eat be vomited out!”

The protests are marked with arrows.

If it had been as usual, I would have spun the hammer and caught the arrow.

Terveer tried to do the same this time.

But the moment the arrows that were pointed at him during the protest.

Terveer was flying sideways without realizing it.

That judgment was soon proven correct.

Shh …

The sound that had filled the battlefield just moments ago was torn apart.

All that entered Terveer’s ears was the sound of the wind blowing fiercely.

The momentary vacuum came then.

A storm that sucked in rather than repelled swept through the entire area.

Those who were relatively lightly armed were bounced back in the direction the arrows were shot without even being able to touch the ground.

The properly secured tent was torn apart by the strong wind, and the flagpole that was swinging precariously broke shortly after.

It seemed as if only the fog was dispersing with the wind, but then it kept coming together again.

Terve was no exception.

Even though I threw my body to the side, I couldn’t avoid the strong wind that sucked me in, so I rolled on the ground several times.

Then, desperately, my outstretched fingers dug into the dirt and I was barely able to stop myself.

But this was exactly what Toryon had been waiting for.

“Hmm. Is this a dud or not? Is this all there is to being a warrior king, or am I just wrong…”

When the storm that had engulfed the surroundings died down, the only one left standing was Toryon.

The warriors of Ise and the soldiers of Inse were all busy gathering their wits, lying down without exception.

Only Toryon is unharmed.

He was pulling the rope hard after falling a long way.

“Whatever it is, the Chieftain will like it.”

“Ugh, gasp.”

“Don’t be too discouraged. You are not a weak warrior. Rather, I think you are one of the best among the landkeepers.”

Toryon looked at Terveer, who was breathing hard, and offered words of comfort.

“only.”

While targeting the protesters with arrows.

Kiriririk!

The tightly-stretched protest lets out a strange howl.

Toryon spoke with a hollow smile on his lips, beneath his white eyebrows.

“You cannot defeat the gods.”

Still, Terveer did not back down.

Rather than roll over onto his stomach and meet an ugly death, Terveer chose to stand up proudly.

All those who were still lying there groaning could see the back of Terveer standing up against Toryon.

Even the warriors admired the reckless courage, and the soldiers sighed as they thought about the scene that would follow.

The same was true for Yurid, who was bounced off the shield wall.

A true fear I’ve never felt before weighs heavily on my heart.

Yurid became a goldfish who could only open her lips even when she wanted to shout something.

On the other hand, Toryon looked at Terveer, who was standing up proudly, with a satisfied smile and said.

“Haha… That’s right. Now I know you’re the warrior king I know!”

Toryon acted like a judge passing judgment on the silent Terveir, like an executioner passing sentence.

But even in his seemingly arrogant words and actions, he never let his guard down.

At that moment, I thought I was killing time by laughing heartily.

Toryon took the protest by surprise.

The rapid fire was so fast that even Terveer, who was a great knight, had difficulty reacting.

The bizarre bone arrow flew towards Terveer’s heart without any resistance.

The bone arrow tore through the air that had already been torn apart, and advanced forward, crushing the circus with the crow drawn on it.

-Shattered and broken into pieces.

“?”

Toryon was the first to panic.

Next were the soldiers who had secretly expected Terveer’s death.

Finally, the warriors furrowed their brows.

“…Did I miss the mark?”

“The chief? Well, that could be possible.”

All this noise and commotion was drowned out by a loud crash.

Slurp-.

The chain with the hammer starts to turn.

Terveer had calmed his breathing, which had been raging behind the visor of his helmet.

Beneath the perforated surcoat, he revealed a chainmail suit dyed a deep silver.

“Narva gave me some precious armor.”

One step.

There was now only one arrow left in the quiver.

Nevertheless, Toryon, without any hesitation, simply aimed his arrow at the thought that if not now, it would be difficult.

‘It’s a coincidence.’

Toryon consoled himself.

It was a sure-kill blow.

Yet the enemy is still alive and breathing because he has failed to properly handle the miracle bestowed upon him by the great nature god.

This is because his faith in wishing for a miracle and his piety in dedicating himself completely to God were shaken the moment he encountered the person he thought was a warrior king.

The arrow shot with that thought produced the same result this time as well.

Kwajik!

Terveer didn’t even try to stop it.

The crudely made bone arrows that lacked miracles were not even able to penetrate thick surcoats, let alone chainmail.

Instead, the bone arrow shattered into a handful of ash as soon as it pierced the surcoat.

Only then did I realize.

Toryon looked up at the sky, throwing down both his quiver and his bow in belated realization.

“Ariaba, Bateson. That’s why.”

Although it was covered in thick fog.

“Hehehe… Chieftain. What if you hide something like this?”

The sky still faintly reflects the light of bright blue stars.

But faith is not broken.

Toryon lowered his head again and glared at Terveer, who was running towards him.

“For the true gods of this world who have been usurped by the alien starlight!”

Toryon opened his mouth wide, covered in blood.

“I will not acknowledge the god of those who are not qualified to do so!!!”

He stuck out his tongue, stained with crimson scabs.

Convex!

Toryon’s cheeks swell up like a frog.

I will vomit out as much as I have eaten.

It was at that moment that belief appeared most vicious and most messy.

Woofwoofwoof-!!!

The disgusting sound of vomiting filled the battlefield.

The blood he had swallowed so far shot out like a waterfall from beyond Toryon’s throat.

A power that can instantly destroy an ordinary person.

But Terveer was no ordinary man.

As soon as he realized that Toryon was up to something, he took action.

Raise your shield and place your foot behind you to become the pivot.

Crouch down and tilt your shield diagonally-.

-Be patient.

bang!

The pouring blood cannot penetrate the shield and splits it.

Of course, it could have been blocked by the armor that had just displayed mysterious powers.

But Terveer didn’t do that.

Instead, he volunteered to be a shield wall.

“Look!”

A knight who stands alone as a shield wall and blocks the blood.

“Humans.”

He shouted at the soldiers who were still agitated.

“I can fight against evil forces!”

The shout woke the knights.

The knights began to scold the agitated soldiers, albeit belatedly.

In particular, the voice of Lord Herset, who was performing the role of adjutant, was the loudest.

“Get back up, when did I tell you to sit down! Damn, Sir Terveer is going to have a lot of fun with this later…”

On the contrary, there was a knight who could not say anything.

When Martin, who had been blown away by the strong wind, barely managed to return to the ranks, Yurid was holding her sword but was in no condition to speak.

“Sir Yurid! Sir Yurid, are you okay!?”

“….”

“Sir Yurid?”

He’s trying to say something, but no sound comes out.

Even though he was holding his sword with a confident attitude and pointing in the direction with his finger, there was an unnatural silence.

Only then did Yurid realize that she had no voice and looked at Martin with a puzzled look.

As soon as Martin saw this sight, he shut his eyes tightly.

“Considering Sir Yurid’s condition, I will assume command of our unit for the time being. Is that okay?”

“….”

Yurid nodded quietly, caressing her neck.

***

As a result, royalties and interest.

Of the two, the one that recovered the fastest was Inse.

The warriors were no match for the soldiers who had begun to form up again.

It was a defeat that was somewhat expected from the moment the attempt to induce a melee by taking advantage of miracles and surprise attacks ended in failure.

The veteran warriors shook their heads as they held back the rookies who were trying to rush into the battle line, reading the situation.

“Tsk, back off.”

“But the enemies are right in front of us… and above all, the chief…”

“Huh. It’s because of lack of faith that you can’t kill your enemies. Just like you always say.”

The experienced warrior sneered and mocked Toryon.

However, most of the warriors were hunted despite their attempts to escape.

This is because the fog that had been covering my body dispersed in the blink of an eye, opening up my view.

Here, the activities of the soldiers under Yurid stood out.

“Spread out to both sides! Shoot the ones running away first!”

The soldiers under Eurydice were drawn from the militia conceived by Bishop Narva.

Bishop Narva was concerned about the militia’s inherently weak fighting ability and mixed nature, so he carefully regulated its armament.

The spread of crossbows is a representative example.

The results of the efforts made to actively attract the Knights of Dorre, who were considered heretical in the Saint Idea, were finally being revealed.

The warriors of Ise who relied on individual bravery and mystery died like that.

Only a few quick-witted warriors were able to escape into the forest, using the other warriors as bait.

Another exception was Toryon.

“Heh heh heh…”

Toryon, who had vomited out all his blood, stood there dumbfounded with his arms spread out.

He stood there dumbfounded for a while and then started laughing loudly.

“Hahahahahahaha!”

A knight who blocked all the blood containing the power of the nature god.

Terveer approached Toryon, who was making a huge noise.

Boom, boom-.

The moment I thought he was going to strike me with a hammer.

“Crossbowmen, take aim!”

He shouted at the slingers who had already formed a semicircle around him.

Soldiers aiming their crossbows without any hesitation.

Terveer glanced at the sight, then stepped back with a satisfied smile.

“Pagans. You said they were unworthy, right?”

how is it.

Behind the helmet’s visor, eyes filled with pride were asking that question.

“okay.”

Toryon answered that question with an even bigger laugh.

“We are so insignificant and unworthy to be chosen by such a powerful god!”

It was a will.

The hunter could not defeat those he considered prey.

Toryon was buried under countless arrows aimed at him and fired at him.