Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World-Chapter 196
Castle Buster (1)
The massive wall collapsed.
As if he had been waiting all along, a middle-aged Elven knight rode on a stylish Golem Steed, his sword already drawn.
He was Lord Lacrell, the commander of the Allendia 1st Corps, a level 101 Magic Swordsman. He had been praised as the strongest knight in the Fairy Kingdom.
“Warriors of Allendia!”
His warcry amplified by the Force resonated throughout the field.
“Everyone, charge!”
Three thousand troops were divided into five divisions and began their march.
Through the collapsed walls, Fort Meliben and the 7th Corps of the Kaldris Kingdom came out. With their protection down, they were forced to block the entrance.
A battle soon erupted.
The 7th Corps had a total of 5,000 troops. There were two thousand more than Allendia’s side.
Nevertheless, it was the Allendia 1st Corps that overwhelmed the battlefield.
“How can you disobey the will of the Goddesses, you fools!”
With a loud cry, a blond young man invaded the battlefield.
In one breath, he defeated all enemies and used the spiritual light.
“Althea, let your light shine upon me!”
As his Uroboros’s coat fluttered, dozens of ectoplasmic bars rose around Leon Hart.
He continuously threw punches at the enemy.
“Fall!”
A storm of white blades fell upon them.
Dozens of spears and swords were shot in all directions and penetrated dozens of soldiers, causing blood to spill.
“Argh!”
“Argh!”
Whenever he took a step, the enemy’s formation crumbled.
Leon Hart ran wildly through the enemy line, and a thousand troops of Allendia followed suit and ravaged the enemy.
“Kill them all!”
“Punish the enemies of the world!”
“For the Goddesses!”
In the echo of their screams, the knights of the Kaldris Kingdom fell into despair.
“The Spiritual Boxer…”
“How can we fight against one of the Top Four…”
Furthermore, Leon Hart wasn’t the only one in the Allendia army.
Latna’s new absolute powerhouses, who were no less than the Spiritual Boxer, ravaged through the battlefield.
-Magic Swordsmanship Technique: Dark Sky’s Roaring Thunder!
A silver-haired girl wielded her double sword and held swordsmanship. All over the place, electric lights roared as they danced.
Dozens of lightning struck equal numbers of the Kaldris knights at the same time.
Boom!
The electrifying attack’s destructive capabilities were so strong that not only the knights but also the Golem Steeds they rode were burned and ruined.
The soldiers shouted in dismay.
“What? Who’s that?!”
She was the colleague of the Sword King, who appeared to be a young girl in her teens, but was known to be above level 110!
“Effir of thunderstorms!”
At that point, Effir and Artis had also gained fame throughout Latna. Their levels couldn’t have been unknown.
Effir, the Magic Swordswoman of Thunderstorms.
Artis, the Mage of Incineration.
Both were named as one of Latna’s absolute powers and gained new titles.
The Kaldris knights quivered at the sight of the hopping silver-haired girl.
“Oh, my God! She’s so young, isn’t she?”
“No matter how much of a genius she is…”
“She looks younger than my daughter. How could she attain such a high level?”
Taking advantage of their difficulties, Effir once again took a stance.
-Magic Swordsmanship Technique: Land of Thunderstorms!
Thunder and lightning hit the battlefield once more.
Countless screams spread with countless roars.
“Ahhhhhh!”
* * *
On the other side of the battlefield, a red-haired Mage raised his staff high and chanted, “May the energy of heaven and earth be reconciled by the rain of fire in the skies.”
Kaldris knights rushed in, setting up spears.
“The Mage of Incineration is invoking a spell!”
“Stop him before he finishes the incantation!”
“If you don’t stop him, it’s over!”
Perhaps it was a considerable high-level spell, considering the incantation was quite long.
Before he could finish chanting, the knights managed to reach Artis first.
“Taaaaah!”
More than a dozen spears coated with Aura and Force aimed for him from all directions.
Calmly, Artis touched the necklace with his free hand.
-Activate, Prismatic Arcane Shield!
Tatatatang!
A rainbow-colored mana barrier unfolded, preventing the knights’ attacks.
Frustrated, the knights broke out in cold sweat.
“Did he just cast such a high-ranking magic instantly?”
The Prismatic Arcane Shield was a level 100 magic.
“He lives up to his title!”
“His name isn’t fake!”
He smiled bitterly as he pulled his hands off the necklace of absolute defense. He used an artifact, one of the national treasures of the Allendia royal family.
‘My name is indeed fake.’
His level had risen dramatically, but the only high-level magic he could use were fire-type spells. For other attributes, only level 75 and below spells were available.
Still, it didn’t matter.
The wealth of the Six Churches had been combined with the wealth of Allendia. As such, it had become much easier to acquire magic tools.
The number of magic tools currently used by Artis was around 80.
It was no exaggeration to say that he wore not only one castle but a small country in the outskirts of the continent in terms of his equipment’s total value.
Allendia knights soon rushed to protect him.
“No way, you bastards!”
“Protect Sir Artis!”
The knights from both countries engaged in a fierce battle. Using that gap, Artis finished chanting his spell.
“Let fragments of emptiness strike the earth, Meteor Swarm!”
The sky howled.
The blue sky turned red, and an ominous sunset covered the noon sky and flashed.
Soon enough, hundreds of fireballs penetrated the clouds, falling into the battlefield.
“Oh, my lifelong wish was to use this meteor strike at least once…”
Boom!
Along with the roar, the rain of fire reminiscent of a meteor shower hit the enemy line.
“I thought it would only be possible once I was over 500 years old, but I’ve already fulfilled my wish.”
Artis was moved as he watched the massive sea of flames cover all of his vision.
“This is no time to be mesmerized! You still have time to deliver one more blow!”
The black-haired beauty approached and scolded him, riding a type of chariot pulled by two Golem Steeds.
“Oh, sorry.”
Leaving the embarrassed Artis behind, Kibie engulfed the extended spear with pitch-black Aura as she shouted at the cavalry.
“Keep going!”
“As you wish, our dear incarnation!”
The chariot rushed furiously into the enemy’s camp. The Knights of Allendia followed behind closely.
“Forward!”
“Follow the incarnation of darkness!”
The Kaldris Knights also charged in retaliation, and the one at the forefront was dumbfounded by Kibie’s tram.
“What the hell is that? An ancient chariot?”
Like Earth, in Latna, chariots were used in ancient times when Latnains hadn’t developed magic tools yet.
It had been a long time since magical tools became common.
Kibie snarled at him.
‘Huh! I’m not driving a tram because I didn’t know!’
Currently, all of Kaldris and Allendia knights were on Golem Steeds, galloping through the battlefield.
Knights of the Three Continental Powers didn’t ride actual horses like in the countryside.
The cost of raising a good warhorse wasn’t much different from Golem Steeds. Of course, the one who was many times more efficient would be the primary weapon.
Kibie couldn’t deal with Golem Steeds because of level issues, but she couldn’t run to the battlefield on foot either.
To fight for a long time on a murky battlefield, they had to pay attention to physical arrangements.
The problem was that after the Golem Steeds became familiar, the Three Continental Powers didn’t foster war horses separately.
So, in a desperate measure, she chose a tram, an old trick that had already disappeared in Latna.
It would allow a horseman to control the Golem Steeds while Kibie herself stirred the battlefield to her heart’s content!
Soon after, the two factions clashed once more.
Locking herself in the chariot, Kibie continued to fire Blade Aura from side to side.
-Aura Break!
It had been a long time since she last descended as an incarnation anyway. She was more familiar with chariot-riding than with horse-riding combat.
“Taaaaah!”
Her pitch-black Aura incessantly devoured the Knights of Kaldris, and the combination of Aura and Force delivered continuous explosions.
Boom!
* * *
Ryu Han-bin was racing on the battlefield on foot.
Unlike Kibie, he had a lot of stamina.
“Come on!”
He flew from the ground, took control of the enemy’s airspace, and released red Blade Aura.
-Aura Smash!
Along with the explosion, the land was dug, and numerous debris was flung across the battlefield.
Those caught in the explosion flew in unison.
There was no distinction between knights and soldiers.
“Argh!”
“Oh, my God, that monster…”
The knights gritted their teeth, looking at their falling allies.
They had expected that he would be strong.
But they didn’t expect to be unable to do anything against him!
When a soldier rushed in, Han-bin stunned him with a punch.
“Ugh!”
When a knight rushed in, Han-bin knocked him down with a single kick.
“Argh!”
Running on both feet wasn’t a disadvantage for him.
The cavalry charging with their Golem Steeds was fast, but…
Whoosh!
The dominance of horseback riding didn’t mean much in front of monsters that just broke them apart with ease.
The result was no different, even if they pushed by numbers.
When soldiers took a formation and attacked all at once, he crushed the entire formation.
“Here I go again! Aura Shoveling!”
If the knights rushed in at once, Han-bin rained down a formidable sword storm at them.
“You’re high level, so you’re hanging in there, aren’t you?”
He released a simple but magnificent orchestra of roaring, explosions, and striking sounds.
Waving his Gigant instead of a baton, Ryu Han-bin continued to play symphonies of violence throughout the battlefield.
Boom, boom, boom!
“Argh!”
“Argh!”
Numerous soldiers flew like petals all over the warzone.
The Kaldris knights were mesmerized. They couldn’t understand the reality.
‘We are also Aura users over level 60…’
They, too, were powerful. They could slaughter most knights in the countryside.
An incomprehensible monster committed massacres against such powerful beings.
“Taaaaah!”
Ryu Han-bin’s Gigant burst into flames once again, and a blazing red Aura quickly engulfed the lands with a swing.
Boom!
Groans and screams echoed all over the place.
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“Argh…”
It was like listening to the cries of hell.
But the knights found it weird.
Groans and screams could only be released by the living.
The noises meant that there a lot of them remained with their lives intact.
“What’s happening?”
“He’s running so violently and wildly…”
“But many of us are still surviving?”
Looking around, Ryu Han-bin grinned.
“I don’t have to kill you, do I?”
Victory had already been decided anyway. Even if he didn’t fight hard, they had already won that battle.
He didn’t have to something as dangerous as gaining experience.
“All I have to do is practice Dog-Beating Swordsmanship.”
If he could subdue humans without killing them, that served as proof that he was getting used to the antics of Dog-Beating Swordsmanship.
He was determined to control the distance and the power of the attack while still caring about controlling the Aura range.
‘Every time I save a man, my skills improve! This is nice, isn’t it?’
Thus, Ryu Han-bin continued to run wild like an insane warrior, but he swung his sword with benevolence.
Watching the contradictory scene, the Kaldris knights were amazed.
“Oh, my God…”
“Is the rumor true?”
Felard Bean, the new Sword King, was said to have a completely different character from the previous Sword King.
Even though he was a Valtara warrior, he knew chivalry and the importance of life, and he could indeed be a model for a warrior.
Of course, they didn’t trust the information.
The ruthless Valtara warrior, the disciple of Baotolt, couldn’t be someone so merciful!
However, they couldn’t help but believe the rumor upon witnessing it for themselves.
“He isn’t killing us on purpose?”
“He has mercy on the enemy!”
“He deserves the title of the Sword King!”
Though they were enemies, they couldn’t help but admire him.
The eyes of the Kaldris knights were softening.
“Oh? They’re awake.”
Ryu Han-bin ran like the wind and swung his Gigant.
“Huh!”
They weren’t sliced apart. Instead, they were batted away like balls after being hit by the flat of his sword.
Not killing someone on purpose didn’t mean not beating them again.
He smiled.
“Okay! I know how to beat a man like a dog!”
In their fading consciousness, the Kaldris Knights realized that they had made a grave mistake.
‘He is a real Valtara barbarian!’
‘As expected, he’s a vicious man with no care for blood or tears!’
Ryu Han-bin tilted his head while holding his Gigant.
“Why do I feel like I’ve been misunderstood somehow?”
