Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 254



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Season 3: Episode 62

The Uruk general who led the charge against the fort was large, strong, and cruel.

The corpses of soldiers who had tried to defend the battery until their deaths covered the area red.

Nikumig, the female warrior of the Sogo clan.

“Kishi! You’re weak! Hot!”

In the Uruk society, where strength was valued above all else, both men and women were warriors, and the value of a warrior was proven through massacre.

Depending on the clan, the fangs, ears, noses, and neck bones of the prey were taken as trophies; men hung these on their beards, and women hung them on their hair.

From Nikumig’s hair dangled countless rotten, rotten Uruk and human noses.

“You, you monster… … .”

“How could that be… … .”

It was a time when the fighting spirit was broken by fear, and the artillery soldiers were losing their will to fight and retreating.

One step.

A girl walking without a moment’s hesitation towards Nikumig’s killing radius, her crimson hair mixed with white blowing in the strong wind that carried volcanic ash.

“Ru has? Ha, you little brat!”

As the hammer swung down, aimed at crushing skulls, the blade rose gracefully and smoothly from its scabbard.

The first form of the ten-letter alphabet is circle.

The circle killed the momentum of the iron hammer that was destroying the platform in one go, neutralizing its killing power and bouncing it far away.

“… … ?!”

“… … ?!”

“… … ?!”

Uruk is 7 feet tall on average, and his entire body is a weapon. Nikumig threw down the handle of his hammer before his posture collapsed and thrust out his arm.

The ten-letter sword is a sword technique of linkage.

When Nikumig’s movements were slowed by the third form’s dullness, the power of the fifth form’s sudden attack dug deep into his arms and struck like a dragon.

“Kuha!”

Before his eyes could open wide in shock, he caught up to him in an instant and struck again with the blade of the chain.

The fifth type of island magic that gathers all the power that has been running wild until now into one.

Since the power of the island sword is released over a wide area, the destructive power of a single target is rather weak. Therefore, the physical power is concentrated into the island sword, but the release of the power is decided to be the 10th type of cross-cutting.

– Kami, Cross-Beheading is different from Island Beheading. Its strength lies in inflicting great damage to a single target.

Through the island sword, the boiling magical power concentrated on the blade is released in a cross shape.

That magic could do it.

Easily break the iron frame of the Uruk General Nikumig, tear apart his iron-plate-like muscles and bones, and burn his internal organs with the flames of magical power.

“… … !”

Thump… … The moment the girl sheathed her sword to calm the excited blade, Nikumig’s body was torn into four exact pieces and scattered around.

“Why is that pig crying and making a fuss in the middle of the battlefield? I’m so hungry.”

The name of the girl who had become very foul-mouthed after fighting alongside mercenaries on the front lines for four years was already becoming famous throughout the battlefield.

Camilla, disciple of Hongryeon Laminea.

Of course, that low-quality monologue was buried in the pouring cheers and was not conveyed.

“Wow, damn, this is awesome! I guess he’s the disciple of Hongryeon Laminea!”

“This is not the time to be impressed! Push forward with momentum!”

“Gutassssssssssss!”

A band of Uruk warriors charged at Camilla, aiming their blades at her, but she remained unmoved.

Because I trust him.

As if responding to that belief, an ice pick suddenly rose from the ground, piercing their heart and head, or cutting off their limbs.

“joy.”

The one who exchanged glances with Camilla was a boy… … The wizard’s hair, now close to that of a young man, was fluttering in blue.

Johann, Johann Frost.

A genius wizard of the century who rose to the rank of GLaDOS (4 stars) at the age of 17. The melody of magical power swirled majestically around his long, pure white fingers.

“In accordance with the special forces command order issued by the Commander-in-Chief, I, Johann Frost, will assume temporary command. We will recapture the garrison and battery and reestablish the defensive line.”

The Uruks, who had been hesitating, ran towards the two intruders with shouts of anger.

The opponents are just two kids anyway.

If we surround them and focus our attacks, it won’t be impossible to take them down, and if we take the artillery units prisoner and threaten them, it will be even easier… … That’s what I was thinking at the time.

Roar.

There was a roar of beasts that shook the earth more magnificently than the battle cries of Uruk.

The physical abilities of humans who have not received any blessings from the king are insignificant compared to those of mere beasts. But what if there were humans who had fangs and claws like beasts?

The beastmen warriors rushed in in droves and attacked the Uruk warriors. Of course, they were only the vanguard. The joy and sorrow of the battlefield crossed in an instant.

“Oh, it’s the Red Lotus Corps!”

“The Red Lotus Corps has arrived!”

“The strongest musketeer unit led by Laminea Alter Aradmantel!”

A fresh, sweet, and faint floral scent covers the battlefield. The scent of blood seeps into the very end of that floral scent.

With one graceful stroke, red flowers bloom across the land.

The fertilizer for that flower to take root were the many Uruk warlords and chieftains.

“I, Irishin… … !”

“Irishina ro Raminea (Red Lotus Raminea)… … !”

Similar but different.

While Camilla linked several herbivores to defeat one strong opponent, Laminea defeated one strong opponent with one herbivory.

In short, every time a link of prey began, the lives of the senior officers leading the Uruk forces were cut down into clumps of blood, one by one.

“Ugh, this is the end! The Uruks are running away!”

“Chief Griffvern, the Uruk remnants are retreating across the river!”

“Don’t chase! The first priority is to restore the battery!”

3 years later, the payquery call (1)

The battlefield after a fight was always filled with cheers of triumph and the pain of remembering the dead.

“Hey, really?”

“Yeah! Camilla, this guy is holding down the High Tarc battle captain all by himself?”

“I didn’t just catch it, I actually caught it!”

“Hahahahahahaha! That runny nosed guy who was shaking in the back during the first battle is now a full-fledged member of the Hongryeon!”

The Red Lotus Corps always belonged to the former. Behind the pain and sorrow of the battlefield, there was the joy of the youngest members of the corps growing up.

“I still have a long way to go. Looking at the dance that the master has established, well, what I have done is… … .”

Griffberen said.

“You only managed to buy a little bit of time?”

“That’s what it is.”

“That little bit of time saved countless lives. Be proud of the courage you displayed today. Captain Laminea carries a different burden than you do now.”

Even though he was so tall, Griffberen still stroked Camilla’s head as tenderly as when they first met.

Well, it wasn’t a bad feeling.

He also scratched her scalp pleasantly with the eagle’s claws. Then, at that moment, Camilla’s face brightened as she looked over there.

“Master!”

Lamine, who had been inspecting the changing situation (defense lines, barbed wire, trenches) as a field commander, was returning.

“Kami!”

Laminea smiled brightly as Camilla ran towards her as if she was going to hug her.

“I heard stories about Kami here and there in the fort. They said she was so pretty that they wanted to ask her out on a date.”

“No one ever said that.”

As soon as Delfred Wolfblad pointed out the facts as usual, Laminea’s elbow slammed into his side, with incredible force.

“Today, I used the crucifixion very cleanly. I didn’t even use the foot when linking!”

“Oh my, really?”

“Yes! Ask John! It’s been over three years since I came to the battlefield! I’ve gotten incredibly strong in three years, haven’t I?”

It was great. After everything was over, this moment of talking to the teacher about growth was the best in the world.

I was happier than ever.

The Master smiled every time. Behind the curtain of the smile, there was a sadness and self-reproach for bringing his disciple to this miserable place.

“Three years? Oh, right… … It’s already been three years.”

Originally, he was offered to join the together with Sharon in late 1672, but he refused, just like Aesir had done in the past.

You can go there anytime… … .

But the time we can spend with the Master is limited. I learned the truth after seeing the separation of Vinessa and Eshir.

“Yes, so I’m used to war now! Don’t worry.”

I wish I hadn’t gotten used to it, I wish I could have prevented it from happening.

Maybe that’s what it meant.

The words that the Master could not say out loud that day and expressed with a sad smile were… … .

“Then, shall we start learning about the 11th type of lightning strike? Make sure you are prepared! It is incredibly difficult, incomparable to the 10th type!”

“yes!”

“Yeah! I love how Kami is always so cheerful! Let’s eat first.”

In that way, I could enjoy the second happiest time in the world, that is, a meal with my teacher. I would be happy even if I had to chew on stones if I was with my teacher.

“Laminea Alter Aradmantel.”

If only the Griffin Rider hadn’t landed right on the other side, causing turbulence at that moment.

‘Looking at the unit insignia, it says it belongs to the 7th Fighter Squadron… ‘

The 7th Fighter Squadron was directly under the Cheongseong Mirngardia. The flag bearer bowed respectfully.

“His Majesty the King has issued a summons to all officers above the rank of colonel and all Payqueriers. His Majesty the Lord Noehyang has opened the dimensional gate, and His Majesty the Lord General has passed through the gate first, along with Sir Jacquard and Sir Floret. Please hurry as well.”

The time of the Payqueer gathering was a time of joy and fear at the same time.

That time was the time of intersection.

It was a time when the lines of fate that had been scattered to various places briefly came together as one, and then fleetingly scattered again.

Even now, even today… … .

I often dream of going back to that dazzling light, that time when I arrived through the dimensional gate… … .

“Hehehe, Camilla. How does it feel to finally catch up with that cheeky key?”

“Don’t be a jerk. Straighten your back.”

“Oh my, this is the perfect quote for Camilla right now. She catches pupae in front of wrinkles.”

Each train on the tracks was different.

Sharon and Asher… … .

Although Ashir had not been officially commissioned by the Vatican, he had gone through the entire process of being injected with the Dragon Spirit Stone, and thus had white hair and a brave face.

“Ah, Sister, just stay still! Why are you meddling in a fight between ordinary people when you’re practically a pay queer?”

“Sister, you are still Asher Eijin. Ebebe. Why, Camilla is baptizing you instead of His Holiness the Dragon? This is blasphemy, isn’t it? And you are not an ordinary person either.”

“That’s right, haha, you got plastic surgery in the primitive kingdom. If you hide that when you get married, it could be grounds for divorce. And Camilla, read some books. When Senior Ashir made a pun, it shouldn’t have been ‘catching a pupa in front of wrinkles’, but ‘catching wrinkles in front of a pupa’.”

However, as was the custom in which one had to be baptized by Gwangryong and make the ‘Oath of Courage’ to become a full-fledged Payquerier, Ashir was not a Payquerier.

Still, everyone considered them warriors.

While there are trains that have crossed paths many times since long ago, there are also new trains that have been created while using the same tracks.

“Senior Camilla! I heard you defeated the High Tark warrior! Wow! I respect you! Don’t you think you’re getting more awesome by the day!”

Runel, 11 years old this year.

Disciple of Silky Alter Gaumris.

She was a short girl who spoke the eastern dialect of the empire with a strong flavor.

“Ryunnel! I told my seniors that I would not forgive such an informal attitude!”

Aresia, also 11 years old.

Disciple of Mozuna Alter Solang.

She was the youngest at the time of the incident, and she also took on disciples, so these two are considered the youngest among the disciples.

As the war grew more intense and prolonged, the existing payquery priest system changed significantly.

The verification of ability, including the inspection system, has been replaced by a ‘short-form verification’ through pay queriers. Whether or not one will participate in the battle is determined by three pay queriers, not the master.

If you fail, you can stay in the field camp but you cannot enter the battlefield. This was the situation for Runel and Aresia.

“Senior, you didn’t say anything, but why is Arecia always meddling in this and that, even though she’s not your mother! Heh heh heh! Eat some melon!”

“What did you say?!”

What was interesting about these two was that they had extremely different origins: one was a native of the eastern part of the country, while the other was a princess of the House of Hosen.

A commoner and a princess… … .

Those were the guys who overlapped with Sharon’s relationship… Sharon was also laughing next to him.

“… … .”

“… … .”

However, Sister Asher, who was so happy to see her teacher again after such a long time that her heart fluttered, smiled as if it was going to burst.

The two people have different… … .

So, I was superimposing another, similar relationship that existed before onto those kids: Vinessa and Mizari.

“Read the mood, and if you can, you should be quiet. If you can’t, then that’s an urgent matter.”

There was no need to establish military discipline or order, because there was someone else who told them to do so.

Roberis, 14 years old this year.

The girl who was as pure and expressionless as a doll became a noble lady with controlled emotions and good conduct and joined the battlefield.

Roberis was a man of few words.

Because it was written down, the weight of the words once spoken was terrifyingly enormous. Just like now, when Ryunel and Aresia became one in an instant.

“Hehehe, thanks to our Lolo, the troublemakers have become a bit quieter.”

Although he was a scary disciplinary leader to his juniors, he was still a cute guy to his seniors.

Sharon also loved Roberis.

Sharon was the first to be called ‘Roro’ by taking only the first consonant of her first name, Roberis, and her middle name, Loradi.

“Don’t call me Lolo.”

The nickname spread to everyone in an instant (even though he hated it). Of course, Roberis only allowed his superiors to use the bizarre nickname.

“Yes, you guys. If you mess with us, we’ll be the only ones who get in trouble. Sorry, seniors!”

Loro had two disciples of the same age.

The one who cheerfully puts the two youngest in a headlock and drags them away is Gorgotia. She is the disciple of Niven, the representative of the holy sword Jierda, a bow-shaped sword.

The one who keeps bowing while apologizing to his juniors for their rudeness with an extremely nervous expression is Eltire. He later becomes the successor to the holy sword Fladimarte, a sacrificial sword.

“I’m sorry… … .”

Although their personalities were all different, they were all equally talented. Camilla really liked all three of her juniors.

“Now that everyone is here, let’s begin.”

If there was one being who could turn the world white with just his presence, it was only one being in this era.

His side was always white.

Sin, night, and curse were gone, and everything visible became spotless and pure white.

“Everyone, stand up!”

Clear voice.

Mirngardia of Cheongseong.

The last of the three miracles that Yong Hyun Rain Ludwig left on this earth.

“Salute to His Excellency the Generalissimo of the Three Clans’ Unified Forces!”

If Brain-Hyang’s Setsunen consoled and cared for the sorrow of the battlefield with motherly love and compassion, Cheongseong’s Mirngadia gave the joy of victory with fatherly strictness and strict rules.

It was all thanks to Cheongseong’s efforts.

The Demon Clan front, which had been collapsing due to Vinessa’s death, was reassembled, and the path of defeat and retreat changed into the current one of constant attack and defense.

“There is no need for superficial formalities. Everyone, sit down.”

“All seats, please!”

Before explaining the outline of the operation, Cheongseong’s Mirngardia would start with an academic or theological story.

“The Payquerier is the most powerful soldier in human history. The Demon Tribe front can only be equal if there is at least one Payquerier.”

“… … .”

“However, the battle line is vast, and since you and I are only one body, the place where you will be active must be a place that has a great influence on the entire battlefield. In modern warfare, the way you utilize special forces determines victory or defeat.”

As a child, I usually found Sunday sermons boring, but Cheongseong’s sermons were neither messy nor boring.

Nobody, nobody.

A winter snowfield that has not been stepped on, a sense of wonder as if looking at it. A sense of awe that makes the questions and doubts in the mind… …clear and new in enlightenment.

“You cannot split the sky or cut down mountains like the old warriors. But you can lead those who follow you with courage like the old warriors.”

“… … .”

“Remember, then, that the power you have received from the providence of creation is not to rule, but to serve and protect the lowly and small.”

“… … !”

“This is your mission, the power you received from birth, the purpose of your ‘anointing’. On top of this mission, your sword becomes more valuable than anything else. It means that you can sharpen the power of the holy sword, that is, its tangible value, more powerfully with the intangible value based on spiritualism.”

Looking back, I think it was Cheongseong who taught and guided me.

Growing up on the battlefield.

Blossomed on the battlefield.

So that the hearts of the next generation of payqueriers may not turn red in this bloody and blood-soaked battlefield, but may retain a pure white light.

“Historians have yet to find a term to describe this era, so it is entirely up to you to decide how this era will be recorded.”

Will this be the age of heroes?

Or will it be a dark age?

“Isn’t history written by the victors? Let’s get started.”