Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 255



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Season 3: Episode 63

“Three years have passed since the outbreak of war in 1671, and many things have changed, but the actual situation of the war has not changed, so His Majesty Gwangryong is very worried.”

It was a statement from Cheongseong Mirngardia.

The current leading payqueer, Tars Alter Surpin, answered on behalf of everyone.

“It is a miracle that the war has continued until now, Your Majesty.”

No matter how much blood was shed and how much was stolen, the border was still fragile and was eventually returning to its original place.

Mora River area defense line.

This river, which flows broadly to the Sea of ??Dwarves in the west and has the Shurigana Mountains rising high in its upper reaches as it cuts through the central inland, was the lifeline of mankind.

“It is not my virtue, but the enemies also have their own agenda, so I am hesitating instead of advancing with all my might. I must find out. I will not tolerate a tragedy caused by ignorance like the incident more than once.”

“What would you like to do, Your Majesty?”

“If the enemy is concentrating their forces for a fierce attack, we can penetrate deep into the weak point that opens up when they shrink back to conserve. We will unite with the Ain Navy and retake the western coast.”

Lamine raised an eyebrow.

“Uncle, are you giving up the Mora River defense line?”

Since the outbreak of war in 1671, the southern part of the mouth of the Mora River also rapidly collapsed as the three armies and six garrisons were defeated.

The cities and towns were well-organized and ideal places for the Uruk sea tribes and the Nagas to establish nests. The Ma tribe used these lands as forward bases.

From the west, through the north, and to the east, the plan to attack humanity’s throats via the coast was being crushed by the Ain Navy assembled by Cheongseong.

“It’s not about giving up. It’s about moving forward to learn. If you know, you live, if you don’t know, you die. That’s what knowledge is. The ultimate goal is to recover the 3rd Army, 6th Army, and .”

Cheongseong looked down at the map and thought.

Since ordinary units are neither self-sufficient nor self-reliant in a flat-land battle… … .

We should form a breakthrough formation by placing the Payqueer Corps as the vanguard and deploying regular units as a line connecting those points.

“Speak your mind, Aydin.”

Aydin, who had been standing behind Eshir, opened his mouth.

“The enemy leaders in charge of the lower reaches of the Mora River are the Rocktrigue Clan, the High Kun Tark, and the Uruk tribe of the first rank. The number of demons gathered under their banner is confirmed to be 3 million, a large army.”

It is not surprising that the water mass of the estuary basin where the sea opens is the Rocktrige, the largest of the maritime tribes.

The number of demons gathered under that flag.

The Rocktrigue Clan was struggling, unable to make a strategic breakthrough by sea or land. On the surface, it seemed that way.

“Excluding the upstream garrison, the current number of human troops available for deployment downstream is 2 million. Considering the tactical value of the Payqueriers and the shipboard support of the Ain Steel Fleet, this is by no means an insignificant number.”

‘Black Summer’ was so different from ‘Red Summer’.

At that time, the number of troops summoned from both continents by the general mobilization order of Cheongseong Mirngardia was well over 4 million people from among the human race alone.

It was literally an all-out war between the human world and the demon world.

“I don’t know the reason, but I think it is suspicious that the High Kun Tarks are not appearing on the front lines except for Locktrigue, and that Locktrigue is not actively attacking. If we are going to use this to our advantage, now is the time. Human soldiers have become perfectly skilled in combat over the past three years.”

It was the opinion of the greatest expert on the Demon Tribe, especially on Uruk. Cheongseong nodded.

“Jojenna.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Give the order to Commander-in-Chief of the Upper Defense Line, General Jozenna.”

“Order all artillery units to launch a suppressive barrage across the river. This is a smokescreen and a diversion to deploy all the payqueriers to the downstream breakthrough front.”

“Leave it to me. I’ll create festive music with the sound of cannon fire and make them dance.”

“With the Payquerier Corps as the main force, we will divide the breakthrough force into three frontal armies. The first frontal army, Krauzan, you will lead it. The Taesan, Hongryeon, Yongchu, and Blood Horse Corps will be placed under your command.”

“Haha, I will gladly accept this honor that is too much for an old man.”

In that brief moment, those whose fateful paths intersected exchanged happy glances.

Camilla’s eyes lit up with delight.

First, he exchanged glances with Ashir, then he looked at Roberis, and finally, he looked at the youngest, Ryunel.

‘This time, with those three… … .’

It was an ideal arrangement according to the type of troops and the scale of power of the corps.

The Taesan Corps is the leading corps.

Just saying that one thing will make no further explanation necessary.

‘Even though it doesn’t have the same status as the old Blood Demon Corps… … .’

This is an extremely unfair relative evaluation, but if we look at it from an absolute standpoint, the Taesan Corps was also very strong.

The 6th Red Lotus Corps was a unit with musketeers as its main force, so it could be said to be stable enough to serve as the backbone.

Also, the armored breakthrough capability of the 9th Yongchu Corps had been proven in several battles.

‘The Blood Horse Corps is a slight exception.’

The Blood Demon Corps, which originally operated on a division scale, was greatly reduced in size after Vinessa Alter Renault went missing during the Battle of and casualties continued to mount.

Now the number was around a thousand, and only the famous dragoon cavalry was in operation.

There was no official hierarchy as Asher was not a full-fledged Payquerier, but the Blood Horse Corps was provisionally considered the 12th seat.

‘From the beginning… … .’

They lived almost like a community with the Blood Horse Corps. They were always on the same front, each taking on the left and right wings.

– In , Ashir, who did not receive any mental education, is afraid that his heart will break from the sorrow of losing his teacher. So, how about keeping him by Mir and Laminea’s side? He can become a second teacher.

Cheongseong, who always listened to Noehyang’s words, assigned the Blood Horse Corps to the Red Lotus Corps.

There was no internal opposition to the Blood Demon Corps joining the ranks of the Aesong Corps(?), with which they had previously been unable to even make eye contact.

This was because the priestess Silamine and the witch of sloth, Melene, were priestesses, and above all, the old survivors of the Blood Demon Corps had developed a favorable impression of Camilla during the second great offensive of .

“… … .”

As usual, the Master and Aydin were seen exchanging warm smiles. If you were to ask who seemed more affectionate, it would be the Master.

‘The ratio is 8:2? 9:1?’

It was almost a one-sided expression of affection, but rather than disliking it, Aydin seemed to be avoiding it as a burden.

At first… … .

I felt a prickling sensation in my heart, a feeling of jealousy. I felt sad that I couldn’t monopolize that smile and that someone else was taking it away from me.

‘Of course, it’s all just childhood.’

Now, he was secretly blessing the Master that he was having a fantasy of happiness with a certain man. Above all, Aydin was trustworthy.

– Your anger and sadness are proof of the existence of the creation.

If I had to choose one man in this world to marry my Master (which would never happen), I would trust him enough to choose Aydin without hesitation.

“Then let’s begin. All history is written by the victors. In order to become the victor, you must be the subject. Tomorrow’s history will be written by your own hands, with the blood of the Demon Tribe. This all-out offensive operation will begin at dawn in December, two weeks later. Disband.”

3 years later, the payquery call (2)

“If you’ve mastered the cross-beheading perfectly, then you’re ready to challenge the 8th form.”

Camilla swallowed nervously.

The 8th form of the Ten Characters Chart, Thunder Flame Sword Dance.

As you can see, it was the first type to be learned after the 7th Jin-Rain-Ryong, but because it was extremely difficult to learn, the 9th Lightning Sword and the 10th Cross-Beheading had to be learned first.

“The Brain Flame Sword Dance is a martial art performed in a still posture. And in the Shipjamundo, which is a combination of single-shot martial arts, the number of times the attacks are made is exceptionally high.”

“How many times?”

“Number 36.”

“?”

“Why is that?”

“Numbers 3 and 36? If you swing that, you’ll get hit and die!”

“If it’s slow, and you don’t use a scabbard, then yes.”

Lamine placed her hand on the hilt of the Aradmantel, the ultimate sword hanging from her back.

As the blade slid out of its scabbard, the Master’s gesture seemed reverent.

Even the act of drawing a sword could be imbued with graceful beauty, a realm he seemed to never be able to reach.

“I am Laminaria Alter Aradmantel.”

The sword responds to the agent’s call.

Aradmantel’s red sword began to spit out misty clouds and let out a long cry.

“Today too, please spread your fragrance to this land through me.”

When he said that, the Master seemed to be praying rather than speaking.

At that moment, the fog that had been dyeing the surroundings red was sucked back into the blade.

A breathtaking and noble majesty ran across the blade, and the surrounding air seemed to burn and ripple.

“beautiful…….”

I muttered that absentmindedly at the beauty of killing.

If beauty can bloom even in the spirit of killing, it would probably take this form.

The murderous intent of the sword was like a flower, neatly woven around the blade and blooming again.

The master took up his position.

A posture where the feet are spread a hand wider than shoulder width apart and the entire body, along with the center of gravity, is firmly fixed to the ground.

“The 8th form of the ten-character diagram, the brain inflammation sword dance.”

Suddenly, I had the illusion that the supernatural providence of time was being cut into individual pieces.

In one piece, three slashes that feel like one single strike are delivered almost simultaneously, leaving deep scars on the target.

This is done exactly twelve times, during which time the orbit of the magically enchanted scabbard is inevitably placed firmly over the weak point that emerges.

“… … !”

The target was literally blown to pieces.

It was a devastating blow that accurately slaughtered the vital parts, but it was not able to withstand the rampage of the sword light of the Ultimate Sword Aradmantel.

As Camilla blinked blankly, Laminea took a deep breath to calm her breathing and snickered.

“Okay, Kami, do you want to try it too?”

“Me? Right now?”

“Yes, with this Aradmantel.”

Laminia thrust Aradmantel into her scabbard.

At the end of the day, my heart felt empty as if the sunset that beautifully illuminated the world had suddenly disappeared.

Laminea cut the sash of her sword and handed Aradmantel, sheath included, to Camilla.

“Okay, take this.”

Camilla received the Holy Sword respectfully with both hands. As she received it, Laminea was ready to intervene immediately.

The Sword of the Polar Satellite will never leave its side unless it chooses to do so.

‘If you are chosen, the Holy Sword will be lighter than any other sword, but if you are not chosen, it will take five adult men to lift it.’

But as always, just like during the first Origin training session, Camilla accepted Aradmantel without difficulty.

‘As expected, Aradmantel loves Camilla so much.’

Laminea barely suppressed the laughter building up inside her.

‘There’s no way I would hate you. You have such a kind heart.’

But unfortunately, Camilla hasn’t been able to pull out Aradmantel yet.

“It’s happening again. I think something is blocking it.”

“That’s because the origin of the sword hasn’t yet been connected to Aradmantel. You said that you had to train for the origin alone, right? Try harder.”

“yes!”

“Now then, let’s begin the training of the Brain Inflammation Sword Dance. Put Aradmantel down over there.”

Camilla took a long inhale and entered a state of complete hyper-focus on her breathing, posture, and consciousness.

The realm of memory and the realm of imagination.

He remembers the exact posture his teacher had taken, without a single flaw, and places his feet on top of his footprints.

‘Your posture is really great. It looks like a picture already.’

When Camilla spread her feet shoulder-width apart, Laminea clasped her hands together nervously. Her own heartbeat rang in her ears.

‘I might be able to do it.’

On your first try, you might succeed.

I couldn’t do it either, but Kami.

‘If you are Kami, the best disciple given by the fate of creation, whom I am more proud of than anyone else… …!’

Camilla enjoyed supplementing what she could not understand with the realm of imagination.

The Master performed three slaughters in one second. How?

Rather than a posture that collapses after one slash, if you set a posture that can give strength to the next slash and tie it three times… … maybe you can do it?

good.

Let’s try.

“The 8th form of the ten-character diagram, the brain inflammation sword dance.”