Chapter 93 : Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Chaeng!

Right after the swords met.

Slice.

A Brussels knight collapsed, spewing blood.

Demian surveyed the battlefield with indifferent eyes.

How many knights had he cut down alone since the engagement began?

“Their numbers aren’t decreasing.”

Knights in white and red armor were fighting well against the knights in gray armor.

Among them, the performance of the red knights was brilliant.

Thanks to the twenty or so additionally organized members handling the high-ranking knights of Brussels, the White Knight Order was able to continue the engagement with a balanced force.

Whoong.

Demian, standing in place, unleashed a sword strike.

The strike, which tore through five infantrymen, vanished after cutting down one Brussels knight.

‘Have the elites headed to the center?’

The center was being led by Escardo himself, so there was no need to worry.

Excluding the number of conscripted infantry, the level of the Brussels knights was nothing special.

‘Pathetic.’

There were kingdoms that worried about their meals every year due to being situated on the barren eastern frontier, yet these people, despite enjoying abundant land resources, had grown weak by resting on their laurels.

If Eurasia had summoned all the knights of its affiliated families, Brussels would have had to shed an incomparable amount of blood.

Demian scanned the battlefield once more.

‘I need to advance to the rear and take care of the mages.’

To do that, it was first necessary to reduce the number of high-ranking knights.

Just then.

Kwang!

With the roar, gray mana flowed over his head.

“So you were here, Demian Eurasia.”

“……”

At the chilling voice, Demian’s gaze turned to the source of the gray mana.

‘Full plate armor.’

Unlike the other high-ranking knights who wore light armor to increase mobility, this one was clad in armor from head to toe.

If it weren't for the aura he was emitting, or the two fallen red knights at his feet, he would have dismissed him as a low-ranking knight focused on defense.

“A Chiliarch.”

“So you’re the commander of these things.”

Kwajik.

The Brussels Chiliarch stepped on the head of a fallen red knight. Seeing no movement, he seemed to be already dead.

“You will soon be like this too.”

Hwaaak.

Gray mana spread from the Chiliarch’s body.

Demian’s eyes twitched.

‘A 6-star master?’

To deploy such a large-scale Carpe on a battlefield where mana was clashing like this meant one of two things.

Either he was confident in his control of mana, or he had found a target he had to kill even at the risk of reflux.

“……”

Enduring the murderous intent that constricted his body, Demian flowed white mana into Pisaro.

“It’s both.”

Hwaaa.

He contracted his Carpe, offsetting the pressure of entering the opponent’s domain, and swung his sword.

Kwang.

Iron clashed with iron, yet the sound of an explosion erupted.

“……”

The shockwave belatedly transmitted to the hand holding the sword.

Grip.

Demian gritted his teeth.

He had faced countless knights of Brussels so far, but among them.

‘He is the strongest.’

Tzzzz.

He reinforced both hands holding the sword with mana.

Pisaro was a sword made of Uncheol, which had excellent mana conductivity. If a knight of Demian’s caliber infused it with mana, it would boast a cutting power that could slice even steel.

Kaang.

“……”

Demian narrowed his brow and stared at the iron sword that had blocked his own.

Pisaro, infused with 6-star mana, was unable to cut the opponent’s sword.

“They said you were one of the continent’s foremost talents, but you were just a brat who didn’t know his place.”

The smirking Chiliarch began to unleash a barrage of relentless sword strikes.

Kagagagak.

The sword he barely blocked was aimed at his neck.

Kaang.

The sword he deflected was aimed at his waist.

Kaaaang.

The sword he parried was aimed at his Mana Heart.

‘He’s inducing a defense.’

Demian, who had been busy blocking, closed the distance with his opponent again.

Eurasia Style, Thorn.

Kwang.

He continued his movement without minding the opponent's reaction.

He lowered his stance, twisted his sword, and squeezed his muscles.

Eurasia Style.

Pajijik.

The mana imbued in the sword sparked.

Thunder Flash.

Kwajik!

The Chiliarch hastily swung his sword to block it.

Without a moment to catch his breath, he reinforced his mana even further.

Pajijijik.

The mana that collided with the air around Demian sparked again.

Eurasia Style, White Thunder Flash.

Kwajik!!

“Keuk……”

A groan escaped the Chiliarch’s lips.

Demian quickly retrieved the sword that had failed to strike its target.

‘He’s contracting his Carpe to distort space.’

It was similar to the trick Paian performed with his prosthetic arm, Kinect, but in this man’s case, it seemed to be more precisely refined and sublimated into a skill.

‘This has become troublesome.’

To seize victory, he had to take down the Chiliarch before him, even if it meant taking a risk.

‘I need to manifest a sword beyond the White Thunder Flash.’

In a fleeting moment.

He recalled a knight from the Annihilation Squad with whom he had once crossed swords.

Footwork closer to a Walker than a knight, and swordsmanship that aimed for vital points at the right time.

A female knight who had forged the same 6-star Mana Heart but was one step ahead of him.

“Huu……”

Demian lightly caught his breath.

A new technique he had realized while receiving her sword.

Haki.

Kugugu.

Fighting Spirit and Killing Intent.

A power that was a mixture of the two forces was imbued into Pisaro.

That alone changed the surrounding atmosphere.

The first to notice that energy was the Chiliarch.

He instinctively closed the distance with Demian.

The space before him was distorted due to the contracted Carpe.

‘It will be different this time.’

He swung Pisaro, regardless of the distorted space.

Kagak-

The moment the swords met.

Kwajik-

Blood scattered along with fragments of armor.

“H…o…w……”

His voice trailed off.

The intestines that burst out from the severed armor spilled onto the ground.

Thud.

Soon, the Chiliarch’s body collapsed.

‘That was lucky.’

Demian exhaled and flicked the blood off his sword.

He could only maintain Haki for about three seconds.

Just that made his body creak.

‘I can probably use it one more time.’

He looked around and shouted, his voice imbued with mana.

“The Chiliarch of Brussels is dead! Soldiers, surrender!!”

The battlefield grew chaotic, and soon, a voice imbued with mana erupted from the opposing camp as well.

“Soldiers of Brussels, kill Demian Eurasia!”

“Show the spirit of a Brussels knight!”

“Mages, prepare your support magic!”

It was an expected reaction.

Just then, Vice-commander Las approached.

“Commander, the mages have joined the battlefield. It might be better to fall back and buy some time……”

“Unless they are Arch Mages, there’s a limit to how much power they can exert in a chaotic battle like this.”

“In that case……”

“Help the Red Knights and deal with the high-ranking knights first. The mages come after.”

“Understood.”

Feeling Las's presence recede.

“The First Prince of Eurasia is here!”

“They never get tired of this.”

Demian raised his sword to meet a new enemy.

***

Information about the noisy surroundings gathered in the sharply honed senses of the Superhuman.

Puuuuuu.

What echoed in his ears through the air was the sound of a horn.

Dooong. Dung. Dooong. Dung.

What rhythmically struck his eardrums was the sound of drums.

In the chaotic battlefield, the clashing of metal was becoming more intense.

‘So they were aiming for a surprise attack from the beginning.’

Ten minutes had passed since the engagement with Killian began.

It was hard to find any leisure on Konrad’s face anymore.

Generally, a knight who freely handles Haki is called a 7-star novice, one who creates a new Shik by projecting an image onto their Carpe is called intermediate, and one who dominates an area with Haki is called a master.

Konrad was a knight born with the greatest talent not only among the Norton Family, which had produced a considerable number of Superhumans, but also among the historical Superhumans of Brussels, and he had maintained his master-level status even at the age of nearly sixty.

Norton Style, Chain Formation.

A sword path created by mixing Haki and mana.

Formless mana took the shape of a chain and tried to bind Killian.

Eurasia Style, Thorn.

Then, the Aether disrupted the shape of the chain.

Norton Style, Chain Severing.

Eurasia Style, Thunderbolt.

Kwajik!

The two swords, aiming for each other’s vital points, crossed evenly.

‘That bastard Crimson Wolf… he gave a false report.’

Konrad gritted his teeth and swung his sword relentlessly.

The opponent before him, not even in his mid-twenties, was unleashing a marvelous sword.

Not only was his mana level high, but he also possessed the body of a Superhuman that enabled incredible movements.

Kaang!

Konrad, pushed back a couple of steps, caught his breath.

In his youth, he had brought many talented knights to their knees, and upon becoming a Superhuman, he became the kingdom’s strongest knight, his name renowned throughout the continent.

To him, who had lived for a long time enjoying the same authority as the king, a situation like this was unfamiliar.

“Count, your sword has become dull.”

Killian caught his breath and raised his sword.

Contrary to his words, his heart was pounding as if it would explode at any moment.

‘Is he one… no, two steps above Revric?’

If he had been in the same incomplete state as during the Cornelia fight, he wouldn't have been able to achieve such an even match.

The reason neither could inflict a fatal wound on the other was that they were not using swords that carried risk.

‘Carelessness is forbidden.’

The sounds of horns and shouts were heard through the Carpe.

It was clear that the Annihilation Squad and the knights who had been on standby nearby had made their move.

‘Baron Nantes is no match for Sir Escardo.’

The second sword of Brussels after Count Konrad.

If it was Escardo, he would be able to hunt him down and achieve a great victory.

He could picture the balance of power rapidly collapsing.

For Eurasia, a chance like this would never come again.

Kwang!

Killian parried a surprise sword strike.

He could feel a considerable density, as if it would interfere with his Carpe if he didn't block it directly.

“How did a young brat like you get such power!”

Konrad shouted as he closed the distance again.

Kwang!

When the two swords, infused with Haki, clashed, the sound of metal exploded.

“You must have used some sordid method!”

Kwaang!

The masterpiece sword, Arund. Konrad Norton’s signature weapon mercilessly struck down on the Aether.

The shoulder he had injured against Escardo creaked, but he swung his sword without a care.

Gray and blue, the two Carpes tensely divided the area.

The one who did not back down until the end would seize control of the domain and would be able to manifest Carpe Illusion.

The two Superhumans, who knew this fact better than anyone, clashed their swords without mercy.

Tzzzzzt.

Sssss.

The mana spewing from Arund was sucked into the Aether.

“You bastard!!”

He unleashed his Haki, but this time, it was nullified along with the Sword Membrane.

The ultimate spear and the ultimate shield.

At this rate, the battle would never be decided.

As time passed, it was Konrad who was becoming anxious.

‘Baron Nantes cannot stop Escardo. If I lose him too…….’

It would mean losing half of the Superhumans supporting Brussels.

His face, no longer able to hide his emotions, contorted mercilessly.

At first, he thought he could subdue him without difficulty, but that was a delusion.

The level of his Mana Heart, the body befitting the status of a Superhuman, and the swordsmanship that realized it all—the opponent was not inferior to him in any of these aspects.

Everything was unexpected.

“You look anxious?”

Kaang.

Killian, who was in no hurry, taunted as he parried the sword.

“Tsk.”

Konrad clicked his tongue as he retreated.

He circulated his mana to cool his head and calm his emotions.

As his excitement subsided, rational thought became possible.

‘I must take a risk.’

‘Is he planning to settle this?’

Reading each other’s thoughts.

The two Superhumans fought to the death to move on to the next stage.

Blue and gray.

When their constantly clashing mana reached a balance.

“Carpe Illusion.”

“Carpe Illusion.”

Ssssss.

Tzzzzzz.

In the space where the two manas were mixing as if to devour each other, a single image was manifested.

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