The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party - The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party chapter 125

125 – Knights who swallowed monsters (9)

The knight lifted into the air and breathed heavily, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He gritted his teeth, straightened his sword, and glared at the woman standing upright in front of him. The woman, who threw a nonchalant glance and took a stance, had a black dress fluttering around, and had knuckles in her hand.

The knight had heard of the woman before. The knight fixed his sword and said. The joy and tension of meeting the strong man combined, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

“You are the priest of the Hero party.”

Ashria didn’t answer. He only flicked his fingers, changing the position of his feet as if he were to attack quickly. Shields still stood firm behind her, and spears poked out sharply.

The knight listened to the sound of the horses’ hooves. Still the cavalry were far away. If you can quickly defeat this nun and destroy the shield camp, winning isn’t impossible.

As the knight took up his posture, Ashuria made a strange expression. Seeing a sense of déjà vu appear on her face, the knight also had doubts for a moment, but all those doubts and trivial expressions were buried in the sound of Jin-gak and a short, thick spirit.

“OMG!”

The knight’s sword aimed at Ashuria’s head and flew in a straight line. An honest but fierce and powerful shot hit the floor.

Ashria, who avoided the attack by spinning around, was looking at the knight with both fists clenched. The wind blew through the floor, and the hem of her dress fluttered from side to side like a captain on a voyage.

Ashuria did not stand by the knight’s blow. She leaned over so that the outline of her muscles could be seen through the pants she was wearing, and hurled forward like a bullet. A person’s body only moved, but there was a sound of air exploding, and the soldiers who were maintaining the shield camp only opened their mouths at the strange air that was unfolding in front of their eyes.

bang!

The knight’s body was pushed back. He only blocked Ashuria’s fist with his sword, but the knight felt as if he had participated in the ringing ceremony as a pinch hit. My arms were shaking from the pain that resonated through my bones, so I couldn’t properly grip the sword.

“You are weak.”

Ashuria didn’t deliver a follow-up hit, but returned to her original position and took her stance. The knight, who showed a gap so big that his body collapsed, had no choice but to grit his teeth as he saw her insipid words and the way she distanced herself.

“….what?”

“He said he was weaker than the knight I met last time. If there are only knights like you left, I think I can deal with it alone.”

The knight’s face contorted. Those who are obsessed with magic, if they do not awaken, they become no different from beasts. The knight simply chose the safe way. Like everyone else, he just chose a reasonable way to take advantage of his body.

The knight could not accept what the nun of the Hero party said. He could not accept the fact that the training he had accumulated and the power he had gained by betraying his country was only worth a single punch to someone.

“This bastard!”

Demonic energy erupted from the knight’s body. His muscles stood out, and his face turned into a ferocious devil-like figure. He made a beastly sound, exposing his sharp fang-like teeth, then pointed his sword at Ashuria and shouted.

“Don’t make me regret that!”

Ashuria took her stance.

In that brief moment of raising their shields, the soldiers saw only a vague afterimage as if someone had painted them through the cracks and rushed towards Ashuria.

Ashuria’s body faded away as she faced the traces, as if she had been painted over with ink, and a white flash flashed, followed by an exploding sound a beat later.

bang!

The wind rose.

A strong wind halted the charging cavalry, forced the soldiers to hide under their shields, and in the light the figures of the two slowly took their place.

The knight, who had only vague traces of it, was unable to move with both arms grabbed, and Ashria, who had lowered her stance, grabbed the knight’s arm with one hand and pulled the other hand back as far as she could.

The black demons preparing for a blow flew like snowflakes in the air, and the cavalry was now halfway across the plain.

“No, no way… … !”

The knight dyed his face red and shook his head.

he had to win

There were many things I left behind until I came to this place, so of course I had to win this fight.

“I can’t do this… ! It can’t be like this!”

The knight did not give up the game. It was because I was able to push Ashuria away with my feet and prepare for the next attack. He moved his body, laughing at Ashuria holding her hand and acting complacently.

bang!

“Ugh… !”

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No, I was trying to move. As her eyes shone brightly and she pulled her waist hard, an impact as if struck with a huge sledgehammer hit the knight’s side. It was impossible to lift one’s foot or apply strength to the sword in front of an overwhelming blow.

“Ah, ah… … !”

The knight’s body bent into a C shape. Judging from his current state, he could become an excellent archer and contribute to the Imperial front.

Rather than leaving a comment on the knight’s stance, Ashuria chose to retrieve the thrusting fist and strike it again.

Kwajik!

The second hit shattered the armor, and the knuckles struck directly into the knight’s bones. Clothes and flesh are entangled and smashed together, and broken bones spurt out with drops of blood.

“aaagh!”

The knight screamed as if he were being flogged by hanging, and rolled his eyes in pain.

And

bang!

bang!

bang!

Ashria did not stop.

Until the knight’s body was cut in half, her fists continued to advance in a single straight path.

******

The two knights did not want to comprehend the magnificent view unfolding in front of them. The hero standing dignifiedly looked at them with his blond hair brushed back.

“You are weaker than the knights I met last time. Is it because you’re sane? By any chance, is it a mechanism that makes you stronger when you lose your mind?”

The hero’s question was enough to make their eyes glimmer. One of the knights gnashed his teeth and shouted at the hero.

“As expected, this is the mouthpiece that made Damon’s blood spill backwards! warrior I’ve heard your rumors! However, in this place, shouldn’t we fight with only swords!”

The hero had a very displeased expression even though the knight had praised him in his own way. She blinked and cleared her throat, then straightened up again. The voices of the soldiers came from behind.

“Also… … .”

“Then, as rumored, there too… … .”

“I guess… … .”

The hero wanted to yell at the soldiers chatting while fighting, but now he was fighting. She blushed and calmed her excitement, and gripped the sword with both hands. The golden sword was rising brighter than ever.

The two knights broke out in a cold sweat, but they couldn’t retreat. Isn’t it the law that the size of power doesn’t decide the end of a fight. They were ruthless men who abandoned their homeland and conscience and pointed their swords at humans.

There was nothing to be afraid of, even if a little bright light blocked the way.

Because from before, they were reckless and reckless bastards.

“let’s go!”

“aaa!”

Two knights were bathed in light. A yellow flash soared into the sky, and an explosion resonated from the center and covered the field.

******

“It’s not even a fuss. I thought the hero would come out himself.”

The knight on the side looked at the man in front of him and spoke to him. He somehow felt that the man with his face covered was friendly. From the posture of using the sword to the habit, everything aroused strange feelings in him.

Swords collided once more, and the two stepped back. White flashes and horrible screams were none of their business. The face-covered man posed bluntly, and the knight posed the same as him, as if looking in a mirror.

And muttered while observing the man.

“Imperial swordsmanship? no. But something is different. I’ve never heard of an Imperial Knight joining the army. I’m not a regular soldier, and I’ve never heard of a guy like you even in a warrior’s party. Who the hell are you?”

The knight with his face covered did not answer. Instead, he only tilted his sword crookedly and made slow, sluggish movements. The first stance was obviously imperial swordsmanship, but what he was showing now was not imperial swordsmanship.

The imperial swordsmanship that the knight knew was straight and simple. A domineering swordsmanship that puts the power into the sword, drives it in one shot, and overwhelms the opponent.

However, what that man showed was a movement closer to a sword dance that imitated it rather than imperial swordsmanship. At the end of the leisurely movement, as if he was making fun of himself, the blade of the sword snapped.

The knight’s face turned bright red.

“This bastard!”

His sword flew towards the man. Without hesitation, he rushed at the man in black, who was full of black demonic energy, with the momentum to cut off the head, and the man stopped moving with the tip of his sword fixed.

“uh?”

That was all.

According to the article, that was really all.

There was no reason for his sword to cut through the air and fall forward in vain.

However, the situation he thought could not happen actually happened with the ground attacking him, and he flew into the sky without a black pulse and was stuck upside down.

“Now! Kill!”

The cost of falling right in front of the shield camp was devastating. It was because the soldiers stabbed the spear at random without giving the knight a chance to rise.

“Quaaagh! Aagh! oops! aaagh!”

The man was watching the knight’s pain all the way. Black blood flowed from the knight’s body. So much blood was oozing from all sides that it seemed like it was melting.

The knight trembled and stretched out his hand toward the man.

“You, what are you… … .”

The porter carefully removed the hood that covered his face. The face was revealed, and the knight frowned to recognize the porter’s face.

“Ahh… ! ah… … !”

Then he screamed in a high pitched voice and went into a fit and reached out for the porter.

“Uh, why… … ! why… … !”

The porter did not answer.

He simply puts his sword in and hides behind his shield before the cavalry arrives.

“Why… … !”

The knight’s shriek was drowned out by the sound of hooves and shouts.