Translator: CinderTL
Before Roland could fully assess the battlefield, a dull thud echoed in his ears.
He turned sharply to see a rickety wooden ladder teetering against the edge of the wall.
A raggedly dressed rioter was swiftly climbing up the ladder. In the moonlight, his rusty hand axe gleamed with a chilling cold light.
Seeing this, a burly guard immediately drew his iron sword to meet the threat.
Watching the rioter's wild, uncoordinated swings, the guard curled his lips into a contemptuous sneer. He held his iron sword steady in a defensive stance.
In his experience, such brute-force attacks could be easily countered with a skillful deflection, leaving the rioter open to a swift counterattack.
Clang!
The piercing clang of metal on metal shattered the night.
The guard's confident expression instantly froze.
The force behind the axe blade was far greater than he had anticipated.
His tiger's mouth went numb, his wrist screamed in agony, and his iron sword was violently knocked aside, leaving his chest completely exposed.
Before he could regain his balance, the rioter's second swing came crashing down.
Moonlight danced across the axe blade, reflecting in the guard's terrified, widening pupils.
Just as he thought his death was certain, a flash of cold light sliced through the air.
Clang!
An iron sword precisely deflected the axe blade, then followed through with a Momentum Slash.
Pfft!
The rebel's head flew off with a sickening thud, blood gushing from the severed neck like a fountain.
But then something strange happened.
The headless corpse continued to swing its hand axe wildly, hacking at the air!
Once... twice... three times...
Only after the fourth swing did its movements gradually stiffen, until it finally collapsed to the ground with a thud, completely still.
The horrifying sight left the surrounding guards frozen in place, a chill crawling up their spines and prickling the back of their necks.
"Don't just stand there gawking!"
Roland roared, lunging forward to kick the wooden ladder away from the wall.
"They're not immortal! Remember! Retreat immediately after decapitating them! Watch out for death throes!"
His shout snapped the guards out of their stupor.
Staring at the corpse that had finally stopped moving, they tightened their grips on their weapons.
But their slightly trembling arms betrayed their inner unease.
Just then, John's calm voice cut through the chaos, quickly restoring order.
The commotion soon subsided, and the defensive line solidified once more.
After confirming that the situation was temporarily under control, Roland shook the blood from his sword and reached down to help the terrified guard to his feet.
"Are you alright?"
He recognized the man.
During his training sessions at the manor, he had often sparred with the guards.
The burly veteran, with his extensive combat experience, had once been one of Roland's most formidable opponents. Before his Warrior Class Change, Roland hadn't even been certain of victory without using Momentum Slash. Yet just now, this seasoned guard had failed to withstand even a single blow from the rioters.
"Where the hell did these bastards come from? Their strength is unnatural!"
The guard, using Roland's palm for support, pushed himself up and spat fiercely. The fear in his eyes gradually gave way to renewed fighting spirit. He clapped Roland heavily on the shoulder.
"Thanks, brother! Consider this life debt paid!"
With those words, the guard tightened his grip on his iron sword and pressed forward to defend the manor.
The dull thuds of wooden ladders slamming against the walls echoed repeatedly. More and more rioters surged over the ramparts like a tidal wave, plunging the entire manor into a vortex of bloody combat. The clash of metal, shouts of defiance, and cries of agony intertwined, reverberating through the night.
Despite the guards being battle-hardened veterans, the rioters' human wave tactics relentlessly breached their defenses. Roland's figure darted between the flickering firelight and moonlight like a black bolt of lightning. Whenever a guard found himself in peril, his iron sword would appear just in time to save him.
Wherever Roland's sword flashed, a head would soar into the air, accompanied by a crimson spray of blood.
Gradually, the soldiers realized that these seemingly terrifying rioters were not invincible.
Whenever Roland appeared along a section of the wall, the defenders there would erupt in cheers.
And the crumbling front lines began to miraculously stabilize.
The scales of victory were subtly tilting.
Pfft!
The instant his iron sword pierced the rioter's heart, Roland followed through with a powerful front kick.
Crack!
With a sharp crack of bone, the rioter before him flew off the wall like a broken sack, smashing the wooden ladder below along with the men climbing it.
Whew...
Standing at the easternmost edge of the wall, Roland exhaled lightly as the rioters' attacks gradually thinned.
The continuous fighting hadn't drained his stamina too much, but the constant tension had left him feeling somewhat weary.
Just as he kicked over another wooden ladder, he felt a tremor beneath his feet.
Looking up, Roland's pupils constricted.
A colossal behemoth, as tall as the manor's walls, was bearing down on them in the moonlight at terrifying speed.
Rioters who failed to dodge were crushed under its feet like ants. The crunch of shattered bones mixed with the dull thud of flesh bursting, leaving a trail of crimson footprints in its wake.
The effects of the Sharp Eye Potion allowed Roland to clearly see the monster's terrifying appearance.
Its face was twisted and grotesque, its skin an unnatural bluish-gray. Bloodshot, cloudy eyes stared out from a gaping mouth that stretched to its ears, revealing jagged fangs. Its hunched back was covered in pale blue crystals, making it look like a walking hedgehog.
Each step it took caused the ground to tremble.
But what startled Roland even more than the monster's appearance was the faint silhouette of a figure in a black robe emerging from the direction the giant had appeared.
Moonlight outlined its slender frame, and its pale jawline was barely visible beneath the hood.
Roland didn't have time to examine the figure closely.
In the blink of an eye, the giant had already closed the distance.
"Watch out!"
The warning had barely left his lips when the giant slammed into the manor gates like a battering ram.
Boom!
The earth-shattering impact shattered the already weakened oak gates into splinters, sending wood fragments raining down like a violent storm across the entire courtyard.
"Damn it!"
Seeing the destruction, Roland immediately sprinted along the perimeter wall toward the manor entrance.
Cough, cough, cough
John shook his buzzing head violently, struggling to push aside the heavy oak fragments pinning him down.
He gasped for breath as his vision gradually cleared.
In the next moment, his movements froze.
Through the swirling dust, a colossal figure, as tall as the manor walls, was wreaking havoc.
The manor guards, experienced and well-trained, were utterly helpless against this giant.
The moment one guard raised his shield, it was swatted aside by the creature's palm, as broad as a fan.
The iron shield crumpled like a thin pancake, and the guard was sent flying through the air, spewing a mist of blood.
"Help me!"
Another guard was pinned beneath the giant's crystal-encrusted foot, the brittle snap of his spine drowned out by the monster's guttural growl.
Suddenly, it bent down and seized the dying soldier, its barbed fingers easily piercing the gaps in his armor.
With a sickening tearing sound, the guard was ripped in two, his entrails splattering like rain across the faces of the remaining defenders.
The few remaining guards gritted their teeth and attempted to surround the monster with their spears.
But the creature let out a rasping laugh like sandpaper on stone, allowing the spearheads to pierce its flesh.
It deliberately turned slowly, skewering the spear-wielding soldiers like candied hawthorns, then swung the screaming human kebab against the arrow tower.
The wooden structure collapsed in a thunderous crash, sending not only splinters flying but also a gruesome mixture of flesh and blood.
The gore pooled on the ground, forming a stream that slowly crept over John's boots.
Despair and terror spread among the survivors.
"What kind of monster is this?"
John, a veteran of countless border skirmishes, had seen all kinds of alien races.
Swift elves like the wind, mighty dwarves of immense strength, savage orcs prone to fits of rage...
But he had never seen such a pure and savage killing machine.
Its twisted body and frenzied slaughter were like a demon risen from a nightmare.
"Damn beast!"
John spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, drew his saber, and roared as he charged toward the giant who was butchering his men.
But he didn't even get close. The shockwave of the battle sent him flying like a broken kite, crashing into a wooden hut. Splintered planks rained down like hail.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Blood gushed from his mouth, a look of despair flashing in his eyes as his consciousness began to fade.
In a daze, the veteran seemed to see a handsome, golden-haired young man waving at him.
"Ha..."
John spat another mouthful of blood, gasping for breath.
"Forslin... now I don't owe you anything anymore..."
Just as his vision was about to plunge into darkness, a figure suddenly overlapped with the illusion.
"Roland... Roland? Roland!"
The fantasy abruptly vanished.
John's eyes snapped open.
On the wall, the blood-soaked young man leaped down, sword held in both hands.
Moonlight flowed across the blade, and the piercing sound of air being torn apart signaled the terrifying strength behind the strike.
Swish! Pfft!
The dull thud of steel piercing flesh and the spray of blood erupted simultaneously.
John gaped in disbelief.
The killing machine that had been invincible just moments ago was now impaled from head to waist by an ordinary iron sword.
With a twist of Roland's wrist, the blade sliced diagonally through the ribs, sending a crimson rain of blood into the air.
Thud!
Accompanied by a shrill, rasping scream, the giant's body crashed to the ground like a felled oak, sending up a cloud of blood-soaked earth.
(End of the Chapter)
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