Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 246
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Season 3: Episode 54
“Stab!”
The Holtrans faction, a legendary infantry phalanx said to have been used by ancient angels.
1st row: Fix the great shield to the ground.
Rows 2, 3, and 4 repeatedly thrust and retrieve spears of abnormal length through holes intricately drilled into the great shield.
“Pull!”
That repetition destroys the devil.
The Holtrans faction was something that only the Fairy Soldiers could recreate in the modern era, and so it was their pride.
Humans couldn’t use Holtransks.
They did not have the manufacturing skills to forge spears and shields suitable for the Holtrans, nor did they have the strength to wield those ridiculously strong and heavy spears and shields.
A military flag that achieves unity.
In order to form the Holtranks faction, everyone must give up their individuality. They must give up themselves.
As if it were a single limb.
Humanity, which seeks to elevate and reveal itself when it acquires power, has not been able to achieve such unity.
“Evesran, advance the shield formation three steps.”
That is why it is said that chivalry flourished among the human race.
The difference between the human race, which used shock tactics led by knights and heavy cavalry, and the fairies, who inherited the Holtrans faction, arose here.
It is a turning point of individuality and awe. History does not record it, but in order to complete Holtrans, they had to become one like clones.
“Fix the shield, stab again! Glory be to the firstborn!”
The Fairy Soldier is estimated to be equal to five human spearmen combined.
But if the Holtrans camp was equipped… … it would be at least fifteen times as many, although it is impossible to estimate accurately.
To begin with, the fairy soldiers belonging to the Holtrans phalanx were truly the best, and were a type of unit that should be compared to knights, not human pikemen.
Although Balbrey’s force was only 3,000, they were all the strongest fairy soldiers, so their strength felt greater than 100,000.
“Open the center of the shield! Guide the Samigles (the Elvish people, the unchosen ones) inside the square, to safety.”
With the help of Balbray and the Elven Soldiers, the Necron offensive was repelled.
The survivors of the Blood Horse Cavalry Dragoons under Vinessa were only about 1,500, a little over half.
When the chaos finally died down, Hwang Eun-ui’s envoy spread his arms in an exaggerated manner and said:
“Welcome, Payquerier. It’s been a long time.”
Second Step, Accompanying the Leading Payquerier (9)
The sage had a turban on his head that rippled elegantly like moonlight.
Although he was a middle-aged man in his forties, he gave off the impression that he was somewhere between a young man and a middle-aged man, as befitting a fairy who ages slowly.
Vinesa replied, spitting a mixture of sand and foam to the side.
“I need information, Balbray.”
“So you made a path out of corpses to get here? You’re still so self-righteous and arrogant. Of course, that’s part of your charm.”
As can be seen from the phrase ‘first descendants’, the fairies were people steeped in the idea of ??being the chosen people.
However, Payquerier was treated as an equal, probably because he was the successor to Ascensiquarius, the right-hand man of .
Of course, since the Payquerier, the strongest soldier in humanity, and the Paladin, the strongest warrior of the fairies, are in a tacit rivalry, there is often a strange atmosphere flowing between the two.
“No, who is this? A Samigl who knows how to handle Tervel’s miracles just like me has come.”
Balbray looked at Aydin with a rather pleased expression.
Aydin, who had maintained his miracle for ten whole days, staggered as if he was about to collapse.
Of course, Balbray recited the holy words in Elvish and placed his hand on its head, and its color returned in an instant.
“You never cease to amaze me, performing miracles over the course of ten days to get here through that ash storm.”
Aydin, who had come to his senses, got straight to the point.
“Sir Balbray, I don’t know if you have received the information, but a primordial curse has occurred in . It is thought to be a joint front between Uruk, Bloodline, and Necrons. Do you know anything about it?”
Aydin asked politely.
But the heavily armed fairy soldiers began to murmur.
Balbray furrowed his brow.
“A primordial curse? Are you sure?”
“yes.”
“It’s hard to believe… … . It’s not unprecedented, but it’s not impossible to accept since we’ve seen the appearance of ancient entities.”
“Your Majesty the King is absent and I cannot contact Your Majesty the King, so I need your wisdom.”
“The curse of the primordial is the power of Neigalas’s first lieutenant, the Bone King Hyrkan.”
“How can the Necrons, who were originally slaves… … that is, slave managers who persecuted their own kind, wield such power?”
“Not all of them were slave managers. The three highest ranking ones, the Falk-Sha, meaning Highest Priests, were Hyrkan’s vassals. Falk-Sha and his six subordinate priests are the real deal, capable of casting primal curses.”
“How, no, why did they suddenly come to the front line?”
“It would be better to ask that directly, Father Samigle.”
As Balbray snapped his fingers, a large ancient entity bound in silver chains was dragged in, creaking painfully.
“What you encountered on your way here was a tragedy, but the sacrifice was not in vain. I, Balbray, will make it so.”
Suddenly, Balbray’s pupils changed into a strange shape.
It was a swastika.
Somewhere, it gave off a pious or holy feeling, similar to the cross-shaped eyes of Setsunen from Brain Fragrance. If we had to compare, Setsunen would win by a landslide.
The name of those eyes is El Taron.
It is said that everything in the world can be read based on the providence of creation, and that anything outside of that providence can be clearly identified.
That’s why mind-reading was also possible.
Even though I can’t read minds properly, I can sense the hostility and injustice within them.
“Here it is.”
Balbray reached into the core of a nightmare-like entity created by hundreds of primitive men tangled together like a thread.
After rummaging around in it for a while, he seemed to have grabbed something and then pulled it out.
A gleaming, dark blue ray of light was caught in his grasp, the dark thread stretching out into the distant volcanic ash.
“Necron necromancy is nothing more than a puppet show using the corpse. This thread will be a clue to the one controlling this ancient entity. We better hurry. Before he notices and escapes.”
Vinessa nodded, catching her breath.
“That information is enough. Can you guard us for one day? We’ll regroup and move.”
Vinessa tried to take the thread, but Balbray playfully pulled his hands out here and there, and a bizarre battle ensued.
“What are you going to do now?”
A vein appeared on Vinessa’s forehead. Balbray smiled and looked away.
“Evesran, select a hundred of the most incompetent men from among your subordinates for this journey of the Samigles.”
Evesran immediately called forward the names of the ten subordinates he considered to be the least qualified.
All one hundred of them were young.
They all had expressions of helplessness and pain at having to accompany humans. That was until Balbray said this.
“Then, let these incompetent bastards guard the flame of the red flame, and bring the remaining 2,884 fairy soldiers and follow me.”
“S, Sage… … ?!”
“What are you talking about… …!”
“Isn’t your ugly younger brother begging for help? As the first descendant, it’s time to help him.”
Ebesran, who had silenced his subordinates by striking the floor with the base of his high-ranking lance, bowed respectfully.
“I will follow the will of the Lord.”
Vinessa was glaring at Balbray when someone asked.
“Why?”
It was Camilla. She was so exhausted that her thoughts just came out, but she didn’t quite realize how crazy this was.
But we could guess… … .
The moment that question was asked, the emotions that flashed in everyone’s eyes were…
The Blood Horse Legion was perplexed.
The fairy soldiers could not contain their rage.
I immediately covered my mouth with both hands, but it was already spilt milk.
The Sasa is the most noble of the fairies, and no one except the high priest and the priestesses is permitted to speak to him.
The exceptions were the Paqueria and Paladin, both of whom had ranks comparable to the High Priest and Priestess.
But the kid… … .
That too, a human kid… … .
You dare to speak to the priest… … ?
As Asher, Chapel, and the Blood Horse Legion surrounded Camilla to protect her, and the Fairy Legion was about to show their hostility, Balbray burst into hearty laughter.
“Heh, heh, hehhahahahahahaha! What a cheeky guy. Judging by that sword, you’re the disciple of Payquerier? Why, what on earth is that question?”
“No, I’m really sorry.”
“No, ask. I will answer.”
“No, I mean, at the strategy meeting, the fairies, they, they said that they thought the mission was very important and that they wouldn’t deviate from the mission of guarding the fire… … .”
How should I explain to this young child the history of martyrdom that has continued since the time of creation… … Balbray opened his mouth.
“By their wounds we are healed, by their death we live… … Do you know this verse? In this verse, they means .”
“… … ?”
“They had no need to get hurt or die, but they came to this land and shed light with their lives. My ancestors followed in their footsteps and fought. That is why I received the blessing of circumcision in my ears.”
Balbray waved his long, fairy-like ears as if to show off.
“My men are still young and full of energy, and they are mistaken about what is important. The chosen people do not become great simply by being chosen. They become great only when they act as chosen beings.”
“A chosen… … being… …?”
“Acting as a chosen being, that is, following in the footsteps of our ancestors. That is expressed as ‘becoming like’.”
Balbray was concerned that his people’s minds were becoming arrogant and exclusive in the sense of chosen people.
Chosen people are… … .
Only when you act like a chosen people do you become one… … Therefore, this was not a sermon to Camilla, but to the fairy soldiers who followed her.
“What must we do to become like them? We must fight the same fight of faith as our ancestors. It is not the sign of circumcision that makes us their descendants, but the same actions that make us their chosen people.”
“… … !”
“You too, disciple of the Payquerier. Remember that it is not the fact that you were chosen, but your actions that make you the disciple of your master.”
“My actions… … ?”
“Yes, it is action! When you act just like your teacher, when you try to resemble your teacher’s heart! Even without saying it out loud, the world will know. That you, none other than you, are the disciple of the teacher who chose you and raised you.”
In those words, Camilla remembers her heart boiling hot and aching.
Blood from all over the body rushes to the heart.
The experience of that day, the first and last time I heard the sermon from the priest, that was one of the steps I took towards the goal of being a warrior.
“Do you understand now? Why I am helping you.”
Balbray smiled broadly.
“So that you may see my actions and not doubt the footsteps of faith left by my great ancestors.”
There were several experiences that helped me build my faith as a pay querier, and the words I heard from Balbray that day were definitely the bedrock of my life. On top of that bedrock, Camilla built her structure of courage.
‘Really, let’s become that kind of disciple… … .’
No need to say it with difficulty.
No need to explain in detail.
Let’s become a warrior who can make people know that I am the Master’s disciple…
“Did you put oil on your tongue?”
Vinesa spat.
“I’m helping because I have to help. If continues to be taken away, this continent will be destroyed, and soon even your hometown, the Idea Peninsula, will be reached.”
“Hey, is it only the payqueer people who spit on pious worship with their worldly values?”
“I just stopped them from spreading false religion. Please hurry up and treat my men and give them food. I want to resume the march within two hours.”
“Okay. But where are you going now?”
Vinesa answered without even looking back.
“I’m going to bury my dead subordinates.”