Goblin Knight - Chapter 375
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EP.375 Decapitation Operation (Part 2)
“Ghhhhhh!!”
It was Yael who rushed in first.
He was already covered in blood with large and small wounds all over his body, and his movements were incredibly slow compared to what he had seen inside the fortress.
Now that Blanc was so weak that he could easily gain the upper hand even if he were to confront him directly, that charge seemed like nothing more than a suicidal act.
And maybe.
‘… That’s right.’
Blanc gritted his teeth.
‘I know that. You can’t be of much help in battle right now. That’s why you’re willing to sacrifice your life to give me an opening… … !’
Regardless of her mistakes, Yael was a great warrior and commander. No matter how hard she was pushed, there was no mistaking bravery for recklessness.
Atonement. You said it was for atonement.
Is it really something worth atoning for, when not all of your actions were malicious, but you were caught up in a much greater evil and unknowingly helped the evil?
‘… … Anyway, that sacrifice cannot be in vain.’
Blanc took out two swords and followed Yael.
If you see a gap, stab it. If you don’t see a gap… stab it with Yael.
If we don’t do that, there’s no way to get through this crisis.
“Shallow.”
“… … !?”
With that brief muttering, the powerful presence that had been felt in front of Yael suddenly disappeared.
Once again, the silver enforcer appeared in the empty space.
Goethe spoke, looking down at them, rising on the red-hot runes as a stepping stone.
“The thoughts of those who are cornered cannot be this shallow. Donggwijin… Even if it means sacrificing one’s life, one must open a path to go forward.”
“You-”
“How many times do you think I’ve seen something like that?”
Goethe created another springboard behind him and kicked it, sending it flying at Yael, striking her in the head with his foot.
Urgh… …! With a cracking sound, Yael’s large body stumbled backwards.
Immediately after, Goethe, who had wrapped Blanc’s twin swords with the tassels (threads of thread used as decoration on spears, flags, clothes, etc.) attached to his spear, swung his spear.
He was left with no choice but to put his sword away in shock as his own slash swung along the spear with the same force as it was cutting off his leg.
‘What is this… technology… …!’
Goethe began his onslaught, not giving us time to reflect on what had just happened.
The power contained in each attack did not feel that strong compared to his status. It was only at the level of a human who had trained to the limit. It was clear that a normal werewolf who was not a combatant would have better strength.
But the technology… the technology was so strange.
The moment you think you’ve blocked it, you feel your sword tremble, and then the blade breaks through your defense and grazes the side of your neck. Or, on the contrary, an attack that should have at least grazed you gets dragged by the alcohol and instead disrupts your movements.
Even the ‘flaming spear’, as if it wasn’t just for show, would occasionally shoot out flame spikes from the tip of the spear blade to target vital points.
If Nellyvia hadn’t noticed it in advance and protected him, he would have already been skewered.
“… … How strange. That was the blow that made me certain that it would end.”
Goethe, who had raised his third flame blade, muttered while looking at Nelivia being carried by Blanc.
“That girl over there, she seems to be quite a skilled magician despite her appearance… Are you not thinking of surrendering right now? You are not a target for execution-”
“Stop talking nonsense, you puppet of Yul! You may be acting all decent, but to me, you and those guys are both just as crazy as the murderers!!”
“… … .”
Even setting aside the fact that she wasn’t actually human, Nelivia’s cries seemed to be full of sincerity.
Goethe also did not respond to those words, but soon sighed and muttered.
“I guess so.”
At the same time, he swung his flaming spear sideways.
What had seemed like simple darkness just a moment ago suddenly became distorted, and soon a silver wolf jumped out, narrowly avoiding its attack.
“Tirascia!”
“Except for those who would stay on the battlefield to waste time, I managed to gather everyone who could move… This is not good. And Yael… …!”
“I, I… I don’t care… This little thing, it’s just… It’s just a scratch… … !”
Dozens of werewolves poured out of the space behind Tirassia and each began to growl.
Although you might think that there are quite a few support troops, about half of them are the same ones we saw in the prison earlier, and the people carrying them are unable to move properly.
In other words, the only people capable of fighting among them are about ten werewolves, including Tirasya.
With that level of support… is it really enough?
Of course, given enough time, they could win with sheer force, but their current goal is to ‘run away as far as possible before the other Executors arrive.’
Can we really get through that guy?
A few more executors, no, not far away, just Mephis returning and it’s over-
“Hey, hey… Goethe or something, you, are you, are you okay? How did this number come to this point… …!”
“… … No problem, Archbishop. I am here and the other executors will be here soon, so the complete execution of these monsters is as good as scheduled.”
“That’s not what I was asking! I was asking if you could really protect me by yourself until the others come!!”
aha.
Hearing that solid voice, Blanc turned and turned, finally convinced that the man had the key again.
Archbishop Ira’s astonishingly insignificant personality puts himself first, with no regard for the success of the operation or the lives of other executors.
Still, the Executors have to guard that guy, so the best way to create an opening for the Silver Executor is… … .
“ha!!”
“… … !”
As Blanc pulled out a throwing dagger and threw it at Ira, Goethe extended his spear, his pupils slightly dilated.
Kang! The dagger bounced away without a hitch.
That was enough.
“Everyone… …! Run at that damned bastard! Until our knight Nari finishes her job!!”
Yael must have thought the same thing as Blanc, because she ran towards Goethe and shouted:
As expected of an executor with a lot of experience, Goethe responded quickly.
He jumped high and disappeared from sight as if he was about to strike Yael, then appeared in front of Ira and opened his spear wide to the side.
“And yet the moment does not stop… … .”
“Kur- Awwww!!”
“There is nothing truly beautiful in this world.”
Hwaruruk- kakakakakakan!!
The spear he was holding began to burn with a fierceness he had never seen before, and it became a spear twice as long and began to sweep away the werewolves rushing at him.
Amazingly enough, Goethe was fighting on equal terms or with only a slight advantage, even while under the combined attack of numerous werewolves and Thirasia’s magic.
Every time the trajectory of the flames swung, boiling blood gushed out, and the werewolf that had been hit by the spear was thrown back with a howl.
Even the idea that they could win with the power of quantity if given enough time was an optimistic judgment.
Fortunately, they had Archbishop Ira… … .
No matter how strong Goethe is, he is not strong enough to block even Blanc’s attacks alone.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
“Hic-”
After several attempts, Blanc managed to deflect the flaming spear and sneak up behind Goethe, roaring loudly as he charged forward.
Even Goethe’s spear couldn’t reach him in this condition. Instead, it ended up sending a few more werewolves that were distracted by him flying away.
This time, no one could stand in the way of his sword cutting off that filthy neck.
so.
“Offer that neck to the silver sword!!”
“Damn it!!”
Chook!!
As Blanc swung his silver sword at Ira, a clear spray of blood spurted into the air.
It was Blanc’s.
“……uh?”
Suddenly, his left arm was attacked from behind, and the silver sword ended up grazing the wall next to Ira instead of his neck.
And the one who attacked him was… a werewolf who had been helping Blanc until just a moment ago.
Blanc looked back at the wolf, unable to understand what was happening or why he was suddenly attacked.
Before they knew it, they had turned their attention away from Blanc and were fighting each other with their claws and teeth exposed.
Those two eyes were bloodshot and red.
As if he was so angry that he wanted to vent his anger on whatever was in front of him –
“Damn, damn it… If only you hadn’t been here, if only the red shoes had come back on time… No, if only those damned bastards had been just a little more useful!!”
At the same time that Ira shouted like that.
Boom… …! And something like a red wave burst out from his body in all directions.
He felt the unpleasant and unnatural anger he had felt that morning gradually rising, even though Nellyvia was protecting him.
That is, the others that Nellyvia could not protect.
– Yeah, yeah- Aaaahhhhhhhhh!!
– Monsters… filthy, monsters who can’t even receive Yul’s guidance! Die! Die!!
– Hey, guys? Why are you suddenly like this!?
From all over the battlefield, the cries of those mad with rage could be heard.
The influence did not stop at Pia. Of course, the werewolves, the common soldiers, and even the executors.
Tirasiana Yael… didn’t seem to be as crazy as them, but they were consumed by rage like Blanc and couldn’t move properly.
It wasn’t all that surprising to hear the young voice of someone who seemed unaffected by anything.
“Damn, I shouldn’t have wasted my ren twice in the morning… Great man, Great lord, Great saint… Of the three ren I used in a day, this was all I had left… … .”
“Your Majesty… Bishop… Sir… … ?”
While Ira was mumbling something he didn’t understand, Goethe, who had escaped from the battle, staggered toward him.
It seemed as if he had escaped while the werewolves, who had lost their minds, were fighting each other, but he was holding his temple with one hand as if his head was throbbing.
The fact that even this level of madness ended with only that level of aftereffects seemed to prove the difference in class.
“Please take away the power… Please take away the power. If this continues, not only the monsters, but also others will die meaningless deaths… … .”
“Don’t make me laugh… …! If you think about it, it’s all because you failed to protect me!!”
“… … .”
“I will no longer guarantee my safety to you incompetent bastards! At least until all the monsters in front of me are destroyed, I will never release the contract!!”
“… … Is that so?”
Goethe slowly turned to Blanc.
It seemed like his movements had slowed down, perhaps because of the headache, but it was much better than Blanc, who couldn’t even move his body.
At this rate, I was sure my neck would be impaled on that window… … .
… … There was only one way.