Chapter 894 - Madman Ropord
The Great Emperor laughed.
Naurillia does not know.
How many troublesome things it took for him to get here.
Should one call it a hurdle?
No.
It wasn't to that extent.
They call those who dominate the Demonic Realm demons, but Lihin-Stetten and the Great Emperor call them Lords of the Demonic Realm.
'Since they rule parts of the Demonic Realm, they are indeed Lords.'
Among those ruling the split Demonic Realm like that, three Lords who thought of him disapprovingly had hindered him until now.
Considering even that, the reason the South finally decided to step forward in earnest was two things in the big picture.
One was thanks to Beelrog's absence, and the other was that all Lords of the Demonic Realm finally stopped keeping him in check.
Looking at the result, one knows the cause.
The Great Emperor didn't ignore the change in stance shown by the Lords of the Demonic Realm.
What is the reason for acting like that suddenly?
Even the Great Emperor cannot know everything happening in the world.
Meaning, he cannot know all.
But one thing was certain.
'Someone incurred the hatred of all the Lords.'
This alone was enough.
The reason all six Lords of the Demonic Realm stopped the hands restraining him.
They enjoy finishing things by borrowing others' hands.
A habit worthy of being called demons indeed.
The Great Emperor read the expectation those six subtly revealed.
Leave the continent, achieve what you want, and while doing so, sweep away everything unnecessary and cumbersome.
I shall do as they wish.
I shall do as they hope.
For now, I will do so.
'Once I place the continent under my feet, next is you all.'
Joining hands with other Lords and eating them one by one.
The Great Emperor's dream was big.
Amidst this, the Great Emperor wasn't even surprised by a few enemy knights entering.
They would be taken care of on their own.
What is important right now is not the hand holding the sword but the head putting it forward.
What needs to be broken is the center and core.
"Advance."
He doesn't want the vanguard that went ahead to retreat in vain.
His will reached those stepping in the vanguard as is.
There is no retreat for Lihin-Stetten's vanguard.
Even if Naurillia's army doesn't give up their King with this one move, they will have to pour out their knight power.
'Knightly Order, act cute with me.'
That wish shall be fulfilled.
If that is the will of the King who unified the southern continent and lived rubbing shoulders with the Demonic Realm, it is well possible.
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Ropord, standing at the front, knew even before the enemies took the medicine that they wouldn't just retreat.
'Not pulling back.'
If they had something like atmosphere, momentum, or intuition, they might have flinched, but there was no such thing.
They just push in blindly.
Furthermore, isn't it right after suffering actual damage to their formation?
When Rem and Dunbakel rampage, the aftermath is tremendous.
Moreover, isn't it after his prophecy came true thanks to Ragna?
Yet they attack?
'The commander's judgment is set on reckless charge.'
Subordinate soldiers faithfully follow those words.
Unless there was some hidden move, there was no reason to act like that.
Although he doesn't know what that move is, guessing wasn't difficult.
It means they must still have the means left to push in like that.
Therefore, Ropord wasn't surprised even after seeing them change after taking the medicine.
'The means is medicine.'
He just gathered his thoughts, concluded, and responded ahead of anyone else.
"Spearmen forward! Vanguard switch positions!"
In the castle wall formation he momentarily combined, soldiers holding spears and swords stood together.
In this process, Ropord kept many things in mind.
First, he acknowledged the fact that complex orders are difficult to respond to.
These aren't soldiers he handled like his own limbs.
For this reason, orders were simple and intuitive.
"Switch! Change, come out!"
Spearmen stand in front.
'Those rushing there are cavalry.'
A conclusion reached by gauging the enlarged bodies and rushing speed.
In reality, it's not a charge with the breakthrough power of cavalry.
No need to assume that far.
'Instead, they will stick more persistently than that.'
Once stuck, they will have to fight more fiercely.
Cavalry pierces through and passes, but they will stop here and tangle with the allies.
Although the effect of the medicine is unknown, isn't it felt just by looking?
A terrible fight will begin.
A fact everyone knows.
Ropord's eyes turn left and right.
Thoughts continued without rest, bringing out another conclusion.
"Arrows!"
As soon as the arrow range was reached by the enemy's charge, several prepared archers released the bowstrings.
Although there aren't many arrows left due to dealing with gryphon bastards, this wasn't the time to save.
Black sticks flying in a curve pour on the enemy ground.
Cases of piercing the heads of rushing bastards are rare.
The helmets shaped like cones with sharp tips towards the top protected their heads.
Arrows stuck in the remaining arms, shoulders, legs, etc., lacked stopping power.
Swollen muscles even bounced off arrows.
Like that, a monster unit knowing no pain rushed in.
The eyes of the guy rushing first were bright red.
A guy approaching shedds tears of blood as the blood vessels in his eyeballs all burst.
The vanguard of the allies was Ropord.
He purposely stood a little in front of the containment line, the castle wall formation made by allies.
Running half a step forward from there, his sword swung diagonally struck the neck of a guy holding two longswords in both hands.
Peok!
The sound of cutting the neck was cheerful.
"Are you showing off alone?"
Fel's shout.
Ropord stopped, calculating the distance with allies in his head.
"Cannot go past me."
He muttered and grasped the sword.
Now was the start.
All this was the scene the Border Guard standing army would have welcomed if Esther hadn't blocked the enemy with the swamp and fog at Border Guard.
The unit leaving Border Guard and those rushing at them now were all of the same affiliation.
Whatever it was, it wasn't something for those fighting here to consider.
Before fighting, Ropord used the time earned by Ragna and Rem frugally.
It was the moment to check if that time was used properly.
Spear blades pop out abruptly to Ropord's left and right.
Allied assistance.
Just as if threading the rushing cavalry, they threaded the bodies of bastards to left and right of Ropord.
Shouts bursting simultaneously.
"Discard spears if necessary!"
"Drop the spears!"
Before the fight started, Ropord ordered all officers.
"There is to be no hesitation in the first engagement. Widen the distance from the enemy even if you have to discard weapons."
The castle wall formation Ropord requested has many gaps.
If a real castle wall was built like this, it would be fine to grab the architect by the collar and yell that it was built poorly.
Those gaps became spaces for allied soldiers to stab spears and retreat.
Things impossible if stood in dense formation are done smoothly.
Soldiers holding shields filled the spots vacated by spearmen.
Teodeodeodeong! Kwang! Tang! Bbeong!
All sorts of noises struck the surroundings.
"Kkiyoohat!"
A few among the natives living only in the South burst out strange shouts.
Guys who filled their whole bodies with tattoos.
Guys who became even more bizarre looking as every blood vessel swells from taking Carni Festa.
Besides that, the Southern army losing reason stormed in countlessly.
The bastards didn't rest.
Even if a forearm flies off, they don't hesitate.
If told to watch and fight against it, even considerable veteran soldiers would feel their knees tremble and spines chill, but the Naurillia army endured well.
The reason was one.
They chose a fight enduring shoulder to shoulder, not winning by confronting.
"Three more steps!"
Ropord shouted and retreated three steps more himself.
Creating space and earning time.
He is the center of the castle wall, and actual cutting and killing of enemies is done by other swordsmen.
The core of the strategy he thought of.
"Crazy bastards."
At the center of the allied camp, Fel drew Idolslayer.
He disliked complex things and preferred simple ones.
Should one call it a unique personality.
And Ropord's wish requested to Fel was simple.
Fel ruminated on what he had to do while drawing the sword.
'Sense danger.'
Swing the sword there.
Understood the basic structure.
The rest he figured out and added on his own.
'Time staying in one place shouldn't be long.'
So.
'Do not slash more than once.'
Fel kicked the ground.
Mobilizing intuition beyond five senses, he found the first hole and filled it.
Peok!
His afterimage blew away an enemy soldier's head.
The allied formation is a loosely woven net, but looking at this from above, it was a slightly different form.
Not simply a formation with many holes, but five or six each clumped together back to back.
Viewing a small group as one, there are no gaps.
Gaps existed only between groups.
Between those, a hunter rampaged.
Fel ran, stopped, and struck down the sword.
Repetition of simple movements.
Time to gauge enemy skill was also wasteful.
He struck the enemy's rear without hesitation and used blind spots.
No matter how drunk on drugs, the difference in martial power is clear.
How to block attacks impossible to block from the front while distracted.
Fel fought Ropord often and knew his habits and nature.
This formation is also on the familiar side to him.
He knows where to run and head to open a path.
It is the result of pondering and researching, ruminating several times on everything learned and mastered while clashing with Ropord in the meantime.
Should one call it the price of effort.
"Shit, hey, I got stabbed!"
"Inside! Inside!"
"Hey, attach!"
The core of this formation is that soldier groups are limited to acting the castle wall, meaning blocking.
Fighting and enduring is the core.
Simultaneously, groups attaching and merging must be free.
Placing the injured inside the circular formation like that, and if hands are short and in crisis, joining another circular formation right next to it.
There are no difficult tactical actions.
Gathering shoulder to shoulder to make a circle and not leaving the back empty.
That was all.
Behind that, blocking with shields and stabbing with spears and swords to endure.
This was the reason they weren't terrified while facing bastards with bloodshot eyes and revealing blue veins.
Unexpected dangers were eliminated by the blade of a fellow appearing from somewhere cutting and stabbing.
"Feeeel!"
Ropord shouted with veins standing on his neck.
Right after seeing Fel floating his body parallel to the ground and stabbing the sword to make holes in the necks of three enemy soldiers.
That wasn't the end.
Immediately after killing three, Fel kicks the ground.
Peong!
He slashes the sword while kicking the ground.
The necks of six enemy soldiers caught in his movements path are cut.
These guys attack even if limbs are cut.
They stop only if the neck is cut or the heart explodes.
No need to explain such things.
Fel did what he had to do on his own.
Soldiers who should have died lived due to the stunt shown a little.
The circular formation that should have broken endured.
Ropord put emotion into that shout.
Cheering for what he accomplished was also included.
"Whyaaa!"
And Fel answered wondering why that bastard calls him when he is busy.
'That tactless bastard.'
Ropord's admiration cooled quickly.
Right now, that Fel bastard is rampaging without knowing what he himself is doing.
Then leaving him be was enough.
The Great Emperor's wish was broken.
Is an Empreror's will unconditionally fulfilled just because it's the Emperor's will?
"We!"
Ropord, who destroyed half the enemy vanguard unit, shouted.
Shouts of enduring allies followed.
"Endure!"
While Fel jumped here and there like a grasshopper, Ropord received the charge of all enemy soldiers from the front with his bare body.
Excluding the beginning, he never retreated even once.
After the formation took position, he endured until the end.
The core of this strategy is enduring.
Fel's presence was large, but what Ropord did was also formidable.
Being a knight doesn't mean not dying.
He also performed stunts similar to Fel in his own way.
Naturally, just watching that quietly makes one an invalid.
One knight of Lihin-Stetten aimed for a gap.
Poking the gap when Ropord was soothing the charge while taking care of soldiers.
Ropord endured instead of dodging or blocking.
A sword slash grazed his flank and blood spattered.
He tightened his muscles.
Is the wound deep?
Not shallow.
At least he twisted his waist so it stopped here.
He might have to thank Audin later.
Since the movement just now was learned from him.
"You dodged that?"
The enemy knight leaving a single word left three more sword slashes.
All aimed for moments Ropord found hard to dodge.
A guy utilizing his advantage.
Above all.
'Fast.'
Ropord experienced this speed for the first time even including all of The Madmen Knights.
'Even if it wasn't a disadvantageous position.'
Could he have blocked easily?
The opponent held a thin and slender sword.
Although not bending, just looking at the outside, it looked thin enough to be broken with fingers.
"Let's stop here."
He turned around leaving five stab wounds on Ropord's body.
If any one of those five deviated even a little, he would have met the Father Audin serves before anyone else.
When Ropord roughly resolved himself to take the opponent with him to the grave, the opponent withdrew swiftly.
Like that, he kept his position.
Although he shed not a little blood, it was a somewhat satisfying moment.
Ropord stood in front of the knight order he once hoped to belong to and showed his back to all of them.
"We!"
It is after killing the majority of the enemy vanguard.
Ropord shouted.
As he shouted and raised his hand, blood leaking from his flank.
Of course, it wasn't easily visible from the outside.
"Protect!"
Chants burst out.
"Sir Ropord!"
A few officers shout.
They also know.
No one among the Crimson Cloak Knights can do such a thing.
Neither Ingis, Lien, nor Cypress has such talent.
Although they could cut enemy rows in one breath, in this battle, even if dozens died like that, the enemy charge wouldn't have stopped.
As a result, allies would have died randomly.
It was such a fight.
A hero who blocked it with minimal damage.
A result made by deploying formation and knights in between, and becoming a dike at the front himself.
His name spread on the battlefield.
"Madman Ropord!"
Naturally, his affiliation was also included.
Crossing with that shout, a roar burst out.
Kkwareung!
Lightning fell from the dry sky over there.
The lightning connected like a stem didn't end with once.
It was an event happening where Ragna was fighting.
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