Goblin Knight - Chapter 380



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EP.380 Pig Slaughter (Part 2)

Blanc paused for a moment to draw his sword as Goethe continued to babble incomprehensible words.

The first thought that crossed my mind was whether this person was going to talk about repentance.

No matter how much Ira is human trash, humans are still humans, so if we just fix them and use them properly, they will repent and act like humans. That’s what I’m saying.

Of course, it was a ridiculous story.

Blanc had already faced this kind of dilemma in the village where he had met Trasha, and had come to his own conclusion about it.

Even if he did not have the right to punish evil, the victim had the right to judgement, and the werewolves would not forgive Ira.

There was no reason for the judgment to be delayed.

and…….

Even though it may have been distorted by the law, it is unlikely that Goethe, who had his own subjective views, would not have known about such things.

‘… … Then, what does that mean? Is it the best?’

Blanc continued his thoughts, frowning.

How could it be… not the best?

There was only one reason for going through all that fighting, for so many werewolves to be killed to open the way, and for everyone to be knocked out to defeat Goethe.

Allowing the werewolves to escape safely by taking advantage of the gap left by the enemy’s command.

After going through all kinds of hardships, we have finally managed to reach the enemy’s leader. Shouldn’t we immediately cut him off and cause confusion in the command structure?

okay.

The commotion caused by mobilizing the entire fortress’ forces just to capture one Blanc prevented the rest of the werewolves from noticing that they were digging a tunnel.

Even when the number of troops was insufficient, they showed off surprising tactics such as placing soldiers on the firing line and using them to shoot or as shields.

They were able to easily recapture the captured werewolves by over-investing in escorts without properly understanding their objectives.

Using the power he had been saving and saving only for his own self-defense, he laid the foundation for Blanc to defeat the silver executioner Goethe… … .

Ignoring the advice of other experienced executors.

He pushed his own agenda and was defeated.

The life of this outstanding… commander… ?

“… … .”

“Ugh… Ugh… … ?”

Looking down at Ira’s face, frozen in pain, Blanc realized his mistake.

If this were a normal war, his judgment would not have been wrong, for the breakdown of the command structure would mean the immediate defeat of the corps.

But this case was different.

Didn’t this commander have an amazing talent for dragging his legions down by their very presence?

‘If I kill this… this here… … !’

To redefine it again, the shackles of being an archbishop.

Shackles that bind the executors so that they cannot move freely.

And once Ira disappears, once the Executors are no longer under the constraint of having to protect Ira… they will pursue Blanc and his party without the slightest delay.

If that happens, there is no other way. It is annihilation.

Therefore, as a commander, he was a being that had to be neutralized but could not die.

The Archbishop was the most powerful tactical weapon possessed by the werewolf forces.

‘This… villain who should not exist… It’s truly a terrible feeling to have to keep alive… …!’

Blanc trembled for a while with his sword against Ira’s neck.

Finally, he closed his eyes tightly and put the sword away.

“Uh… Uh… … ?”

Ira looked at the sword moving away with eyes that seemed to say that he couldn’t believe it. It seemed like he thought that this time, he was destined to die without being able to move.

Nellyvia was equally surprised. Her eyes suddenly turned to him as if asking what was going on, and whether she had fallen for Goethe’s nonsense.

And Blanc, clenching his teeth, glared at Ira’s dumbfounded face as if he was going to kill her… … .

“ah.”

Suddenly, I realized.

“It would have been better if I just didn’t kill him right away.”

“what-”

Skakakakakan!!

As Blanc swung his sword at a speed that was too fast to be seen, red lines were drawn like a comb from Ira’s hand to her wrist, and from her foot to her ankle.

It’s a bit odd to call it a cut… I just left the ends connected on purpose. If I had to describe it, it looked like a fish fillet.

Immediately after, each solid line splits open and blood bursts out.

Blanc winked at Nelivia.

“Freeze it.”

Damn it… … !

Squares of ice appeared on Ira’s hands and feet, encasing all the wounds on her hands and feet.

Ira, who realized belatedly that she had been ‘chopped alive’, began to scream and struggle as if she had lost her mind from pain and fear.

“Uh, ah, ahh- Kkaaaah! Huh, ah- Ahaaaaak!!”

“Don’t make a fuss, the ice that’s stopping the bleeding might break. What will happen to that wound after that… Do I really need to tell you?”

“Ugh, ahh, eek, hic- ah, aughh… … !!”

“… … You do it when you have to. You are truly creative.”

“I don’t really want to hear that as a compliment.”

Whatever Nellyvia’s impression, to this extent, the original purpose of buying time has been successfully accomplished.

If the ice were to melt or break, he would die from excessive bleeding. To keep him alive, he needed someone to keep the ice frozen.

Conversely, if he remained frozen, hypothermia, necrosis, and infection were new threats. Those who could continue to look after his condition were also needed.

Even if I somehow survive… well. All the blood vessels, bones, and muscles in my hands and feet were finely ground at 0.5cm intervals.

Rather than trying to treat it, it would be better to cut off all the limbs and replace them with wooden sticks.

What a fun life that would be… … .

“This is enough.”

Let’s look at the ugly sight of someone who, whether alive or dead, will live out the rest of their lives like a piece of well-cut bacon.

Goethe, the one who caused Blanc to achieve this result, let out a small sigh and said.

“The command to protect you by any means necessary has been well kept, hasn’t it, Your Majesty?”

“Th, ah, ah… you… you… … !”

“There were some unfortunate incidents along the way, but… life is a wandering. Isn’t it better to wander than not be able to move forward?”

While Ira was trying to say something, she started foaming at the mouth and groaning in pain.

Blanc looked at Goethe with eyes that seemed utterly incomprehensible.

I dug into his mind and even broke his heart, but I couldn’t figure out his true intentions.

Why did you stop Blanc from making a fatal mistake? Doesn’t letting the monsters live go against Yul’s wishes?

Or is it simply the result of being faithful to the decree to protect the Archbishop? Because this is the only way to ‘hold on to the Archbishop’s lifeline a little longer’?

While all kinds of thoughts are mixed together and I am in confusion.

Goethe smiled broadly as if he could see what he was thinking, took out a pack of blood-soaked tobacco leaves, and lit it with his fingertips.

“The most important virtue for an executor is thoughtlessness. To follow without thinking. To believe that everything is arranged according to the law and to silently carry out the law… … .”

“Whew,” he said, blowing out smoke.

“So I did it this time too.”

“you…….”

“The rest is yours… ‘you who are greedy’, goblin. You blasphemous believer in a state other than Yul.”

“… … .”

“You can either cut off my neck when I clearly block your path again in the future, or gather those monsters and run away right now… … .”

The voices of the werewolves who had come to their senses late were heard.

“Huh, gasp, gasp… The restraints, are… released… … ?”

“Knight- Knight Nari! Are you safe!? What the hell happened-”

Goethe asked with a bloody face and a grin.

“What are you going to do, blasphemer?”

“……you.”

The worries were short.

“You are neither evil nor tragic… You do not stand in my way any longer. Then there is no reason to strike.”

“Has it always been like this?”

“It’s always been like that.”

After a short Q&A.

“There’s no time to explain!! I’ve neutralized it, so gather the werewolves right now!!”

He shouted in an urgent voice, while preparing to leave.

Finally, let’s turn our attention to Goethe…

After nodding slightly.

“To the escape point!!”

Blanc left the battlefield.

* * *

Goethe, who had been quietly watching her back, finally lost all strength and collapsed.

It wasn’t that his life was finally over.

He only suffered two fatal wounds, which was not even enough to hinder the Silver Executioner’s ability to continue fighting.

This was due to the weakness caused by the broken image.

‘It’s always been like that, La.’

Goethe glanced in the direction they had left, then shook his head quietly.

Anyway, Goethe had guessed that he would soon be defeated.

As he himself said, the true power of the Executor comes from his fanaticism for the decree.

Once the ‘thought’ sprouted, his image could not be as solid as before.

‘I never dreamed that defeat would come in this place, in this form… … .’

A mutant goblin.

A goblin so greedy for nobility that he would even shatter the image of an executor in a proposition discussing faith and good and evil.

It was a story that even the world’s most absurd storyteller would not tell… … .

‘Well, that sounds good.’

Goethe was able to accept reality with a surprising lightness, even to himself.

Because I already knew something much more ridiculous than that.

“Reporting! Although an emergency situation occurred, I was able to safely guide all 117 people I touched without any additional injuries… Master!?”

So much so that you could believe that it was the very embodiment of law.

He has something more than all the talents in the world combined, and sometimes I wonder if I can really hear Yul’s voice…

The moment he began to doubt Yul, Yul appeared, and in the end, the Yul decree and its executor were the ones who made him believe that Yul’s will was clear.

His disciple.

Mephisto.

“Master, Master! Come to your senses! What the—oh my, even the Archbishop!”

“You, you… Me… Heh, please, save me… Heh…! Please, do it somehow…!”

“Huh? Huh? Uh, no, move your arm away… Eww, what- ow, let go of it!!”

Ironically, the being Mephis was now chasing was his complete opposite.

A person born with a birth that could not have been blessed by Yul, who probably hates Yul, and who directly goes against Yul’s will.

Goblin Knight.

“Hey, everyone over there! I’m speaking as Adjutant Mephis, not as a White Executor! Imperial soldiers, please heal the wounded here! Executors who know how to use magic, please look after the Archbishop here!!”

What will happen when it and Mephis face off?

As one might expect, will Mephis subdue the Goblin Knight and prove once again that Yul’s intentions were right?

If not… … .

“And other than that, the executors who are still able to move… … .”

Snap.

Mephis looked north, fiddling with the plain sword hanging from his waist.

“I’m chasing the monsters that escaped with me!!”