Goblin Knight - Chapter 370



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EP.370 Beyond the Line

The beginning was, as it always has been, a gunshot filling the space.

Although the werewolves had infiltrated the fortress from underground, there was ample range for firing.

The volley of plague bullets, which would gradually turn into a berserk wolf if hit even once, was both an attack and the best defense against the wolves’ charge.

The wolves who don’t want to go crazy will scatter their formation in all directions to avoid that.

“Ha, haha! That’s right! So what if a few bastards swarmed you!? The weapon imbued with my power is still intact! If you don’t want to go crazy, you have no choice but to crawl on the ground like a dog… …!?”

Ira laughed, still remembering that he had the upper hand, but his laughter did not last long.

The sight that was revealed after the smoke cleared was that of werewolves rushing at them without breaking their formation at all.

“Wh-Why? Don’t you know that yet? This bullet is contaminated with a plague! If you get hit with just one shot, you’re done for!!”

“Who doesn’t know that, you idiot?”

Yael muttered in a low voice at Ira’s screaming in panic.

It was an extremely bitter voice.

“We know that this unknown weapon is dangerous enough to wipe us out. That’s why… the ones who are already infected have volunteered to come forward.”

As you said.

Yael, who always ran at the front of the pack, was not moving forward this time, and instead, the wolves who had already suffered major and minor injuries took the lead.

Those who were shot in the morning raid or bitten by the madmen on their way here.

Those who have no future ahead of them… … .

That’s why, there are people who can only be seen today.

“Hahahahahaha!! This thing is just ticklish compared to the claws of those who are crazy about you!!”

“If there’s anyone among you who seems to be going crazy… you know!?”

“I know… I, know.”

Wollang, who had run in front and had been hit with the most plague grenades, smirked and thrust his claws into my neck.

“Someday, again… for the garden, the moon.”

Crunch!!

The werewolf, who had cut off his own neck with a smile, threw his head, no longer connected to anything, into the enemy formation.

This was possible because he possessed a transcendent vitality that allowed him to live for a short time even without his head.

“Eww!?”

“Blood, blood! Plague blood is scattered!!”

Blood from the severed wolf’s head sprinkled across the archbishop’s camp.

The soldiers who had barely managed to recover their formation from the massive collapse fled in panic once again, and this affected even the aloof executors.

Each individual executors were able to simply avoid the spot or swing their weapons to ward off the plague, but the line of fire was blocked by the soldiers scattered in all directions.

And that brief moment of gap was more than enough time for the wolves to close the distance.

“Hehehe, finally… I caught it… … .”

“… … !!”

“I’ll tear you to pieces and kill you!!”

“All white, take up your sword!! We’re going into close combat!!”

Thanks to the wolves literally risking their lives to charge, we were finally able to take the guns out of their hands.

This means that the weapon that prevents all movement by simply clicking your fingers has been rendered ineffective.

And that means… … .

This means that the ‘real mainstays’, including Blanc, can now be active.

“Yeah, what did you say a little while ago? You said it was a really fun day, different from any other day?”

“flaw……!”

“I’m really looking forward to that. What kind of day is that? Let me ask you directly!!”

“Protect me, protect me!!”

As Blanc shouted at the Archbishop with a murderous intent, Ira looked at the surrounding blue executioners with a terrified face.

The only ones mobilized for that escort were three blue and eight white.

Even if you fight with all your might, you probably won’t be able to break through that defense… but that’s enough.

What a cost-effective deal this is, as we’ve tied up 20% of their main force just by scaring them.

‘But… why haven’t you used the power of anger or whatever?’

In a sense, it was surprising that the attack, which had been more vigilant than the fortress and its enforcers, had not come.

I had guessed that it wouldn’t work against the majority. If it were possible, there would have been no need to manipulate emotions through the plague.

But why against Blanc or Yael?

Are there any restrictions on reusing it? Time? Or some kind of condition… …?

“Shit, shit, shit- why the hell haven’t the red shoes come yet!!”

‘Hoo.’

Even though I don’t know why he doesn’t use his powers, I can understand why he doesn’t take out the red shoes.

How could someone be so kind in this world? That must be the ‘talkative villain’ that Annelly so pitifully looked down on.

Well, since Nellyvia saw that sight here just now, the idea must have been passed on to Annelly… … .

‘… … The red shoes haven’t come back yet. Does that mean they’re still on the blue enforcer? If so.’

He is not using the power of rage, and his secret weapon, the red shoes, are not in his possession.

In that case, the range of actions that Archbishop Ira, who is a coward by nature, can take is limited.

He probably will try to avoid this place since he has no intention of taking even the slightest risk to himself.

And you will think of a way to overcome this situation. Something that can greatly slow down the wolves’ momentum and is also located inside the fortress… … .

‘Captured hostages.’

Blanc predicted Ira’s next move in the blink of an eye and smiled without realizing it.

The reason he gained confidence so quickly was because he had experienced Ira’s way of thinking once a long time ago.

Blanc’s first enemy, the Goblin Chief.

That guy looked so much like a goblin.

‘Then he shouldn’t leave here.’

The idea is the worst, but it works. Threatening the hostage he has captured is the best option he has at the moment.

So we have to act before he even thinks about that option. If we can just rescue the hostages, we’ll definitely have a chance of winning.

My only concern is the possibility that Nellyvia had cautiously asked about on the way here… ‘the hostages might already be dead.’

For Blanc, those worries were for nothing.

Because in the future he came from, Yaul was alive and well.

so…….

“Hey… Can you hold that disgusting guy down with the other werewolves?”

Blanc asked as he got off the wolf he was riding.

The adjutant asked back, his ears pricked up.

“How much is it?”

“Until we can get into the fortress and rescue those who have been captured.”

“It’ll probably take a while. Not only the blue ones, but those white enforcers are also ridiculously strong, so there’ll be a lot of casualties.”

The adjutant said with a grin.

“But, it’s good to buy time, but if we tear that guy to pieces… it won’t really matter, right?”

“… … Please refrain from saying such strange things. No matter how much I think about it, I just have an ominous feeling.”

“yes?”

Leaving behind the thought that this must have been how Anneli felt when she saw herself saying, “I think I can pass through this city with an easy heart, Anneli!”

Blanc, who had been watching the adjutant rush toward Ira with about a dozen of his subordinates, soon turned around.

Nellyvia, Yael, and Tirasia, who had stayed behind and not participated in the battle as they had discussed before entering, were watching him.

“The war is in full swing. At this rate, even if the four of us disappear for a moment, we won’t be noticed. How is it, Yael? Were you able to find us properly?”

“How could I miss the scent of my groom? It seems like everyone is trapped in that central building over there. It’s a good thing it didn’t collapse.”

“Tirasya, is the food ready?”

“The Grace of the Moon Shadow… It’s hard to maintain because there are many targets, but we can easily maintain it for 5 minutes. Unless we collide, it will be difficult for anyone to notice us in this chaos.”

“Okay. And Nellyvia, you… stay with me.”

“Why don’t I have any other instructions?”

“That’s enough.”

At Blanc’s signal to swing his silver sword, the moon in the sky seemed to shine brightly, then a cold moonlight engulfed them.

As Blanc became one with the ‘blur’, the last thing he chose to take in was the sight of wolves.

Even though he had destroyed the fortress, attacked their weak points, and used his own death as a weapon to push them back, the battle situation could not be said to be favorable.

Werewolves are powerful monsters in their own right, but… the Executors are those who have dedicated their lives to hunting such monsters.

As one White Executor fell, the werewolves were seen dying in their multitude, and even then, most of them were only delaying death with their transcendent vitality and mental powers.

Just to buy time for Blanc and his party to rescue the captured people.

So, they definitely… … .

‘… … is a knight.’

The fourth rule of bravery.

Never back down. No matter how great the evil you must face, fight against it without doubting defeat.

The only reason you should fight without giving up until the end of your life is because you have something to protect.

Even if your deaths are forgotten in history and you are reviled as nothing more than mad monsters, I will remember your devotion… … .

… … Finally, the moon’s shadow covered their bodies.

“let’s go.”

Blanc turned his eyes away from the knights and took a step forward.