Chapter 150 : Chapter 150
Chapter 150
“Kuheok!”
Sven, who rolled on the ground several times, raised his body relying on the greatsword.
As if his insides were damaged, Sven, vomiting blood several times, stared blankly at the axe embedded in his waist.
‘Was I… hit?’
More than half of the axe blade was already embedded in his waist.
If he had been even a few seconds late, the axe would have split his waist.
Sven, spitting blood along with retching, asked blankly.
“Are you there?”
At the rustling sound heard from the left, Sven bowed his head slightly.
“…Thank you. You saved me.”
The one who saved Sven just now was Garius, who had hidden his appearance.
Following Mireska’s advice that wizards would be targeted first, he hid his presence and appearance with all sorts of magic, and in a state where he couldn’t even speak, he raised a weak wind instead of answering.
“Thank you. I will repay this debt someday.”
Sven, bowing his head once again at the warm wind, gripped the axe embedded in his waist and said.
“It’s shameless, but could you help me one more time? I would appreciate it if you cauterize the wound.”
After waiting for a moment, Sven pulled out the axe with a calm face, and flames rose over the wound.
“Kugh…….”
Sven, amidst the pain of cauterizing raw flesh with fire, reviewed the exchange from just now.
‘The sword didn’t reach.’
Sven, chewing over the exchange several times at the sudden question, crumpled his face.
Clearly, his attack was first.
It was a blow swung with life force beyond full power, and he was convinced he could cut the guy’s neck with that blow.
‘And yet, it didn’t reach.’
It was the same no matter how many times he looked back.
‘It’s not that the guy’s fighting spirit blocked the attack. It just didn’t reach the guy from the start.’
Just before the greatsword touched the guy’s neck, the greatsword stopped.
No, he stopped the attack.
‘Mental magic? Or Authority?’
‘Authority’ was the reason why Masters were called strategic weapons.
A privilege of those who crossed the wall causing miracles with sheer strength, and the reason they are called ‘Masters’ who reached the peak.
‘If it’s an Authority that blocks attacks…….’
Sven, pondering for a moment, shook his head.
No matter how much it’s praised as ‘Authority’, it was merely a unique technique created by individual desire.
‘There can’t be an Authority that blocks all attacks.’
Maybe a similar Authority, but there can’t be an Authority that blocks a Master’s full-power attack.
If he could block all attacks, that guy would have killed the Tyrant and become the King of Orcs.
‘Then what was that just now? If it’s not simply blocking attacks…….’
After repeating worries, Sven, belatedly realizing the treatment was over, gripped the greatsword, and Garius’s voice flowed into his ears.
“Preparation for the magic circle will be finished soon. Please hold on just a little longer.”
Pausing as if hit by a hammer, he turned his head and looked at Mogul swinging his axe madly.
“Please just die, you son of a bitch!”
It was an appearance running wild like a foal as usual, but something was strange.
‘What about the plan, why is he running wild like that?’
The plan was to drag time until the magic circle was completed.
Not risking life to fight to the death with the guy.
‘Just why did I…….’
It was the same for him swinging the sword with full power.
Didn’t he clearly think throwing a gamble was the only way now?
‘Just why……? Because the Legion Commander targeted me? No. Then if I kept running away widening the distance, I could have bought enough time. The two of us could have blocked him sufficiently.’
Clearly, blocking attacks alone was overwhelming.
But why did I block the attacks?
Were all attacks really unavoidably fast?
Then why didn’t I run away?
“Because I had to kill him here without fail.”
Surprised by the words that flowed out unknowingly, Sven looked at himself reflected in the greatsword.
‘Hostility……?’
The moment he recalled the Legion Commander, a distant impulse surged that he must rush and kill the guy immediately.
“Ah…….”
As Sven, gripping the greatsword, directed his gaze towards the Legion Commander, endless fear and the thought that he must stop the guy filled his head.
“Authority controlling the opponent’s killing intent?”
Sven suppressed the desire to rush out immediately and stopped to watch the battle between the Legion Commander and Mogul.
“No. That’s not such an Authority…….”
He didn’t pressure Mogul by moving his fighting spirit, nor erode his mind.
He just poured attacks, and poured again.
As the exchanges repeated, large wounds accumulated on Mogul’s body, but on the Legion Commander’s body, abrasions were all.
‘Just what is it……?’
The battle between the two was one-sided.
Just as he was, due to the clear difference in skill, Mogul was busy defending.
‘I should help for now.’
Just as he was about to pick up the greatsword and rush out, Sven suddenly spoke towards the back.
“Buying time against that guy might be impossible.”
An opponent attacks don’t work on.
Even with the magic circle, he couldn’t see a chance of winning.
“Sorry, but please take care of the rear as promised.”
Sven, speaking calmly, gripped the greatsword and rushed towards the Legion Commander.
* * *
Mogul, blinking his eyes a few times in the world turned red, shook his head vigorously to shake off blood and raised his axe.
Bang!
Even though his body was pushed back by the offensive pounding on the axe as if attached by a magnet, Mogul sneered with veins popping on his neck.
“Uhahahaha! You are also an Orc bastard with nothing special! To not catch even me yet!”
- Grrk?
Mogul, naturally drooping his trembling hand and axe, glared at the Legion Commander and corrected his breathing.
‘Already at the limit.’
Sven nervously spat out blood mixed in his panting breath.
- Grrk?
Mogul crumpled his face seeing the guy clicking his axe as if asking if he’s ready now.
It was regrettable.
If this were a battlefield, if there were more enemies.
If he could use his Authority freely.
He would have ground that unlucky face with his axe.
“Consider yourself lucky, unlucky bastard.”
Mogul gripped the axe with both hands.
‘Is defense useless anymore.’
Mogul’s breath rose to his chin, but not a single sign of exhaustion was visible from the Legion Commander.
He tried to block attacks somehow and aim for an opportunity, but the result is this situation now.
Trembling hands and a body on the verge of collapsing.
‘I must throw a winning move before it’s too late.’
Thinking further defense is useless, Mogul gripping the axe with two hands solidified his resolve.
‘Since the guy will expect me to be busy blocking attacks, I’ll aim for that gap, giving flesh to take bone.’
Considering the Legion Commander’s combat style which was all offense, aiming for a gap would rather inflict a fatal wound.
Mogul, standing with both hands on the axe, beckoned with his hand.
“Hey, pig bastard.”
- Grrk?
Mogul’s eyes, looking at the panting Orc, sank low.
“Come try.”
- Grrrk!
The moment the Legion Commander’s figure, disappearing suddenly, appeared in front of Mogul’s eyes.
‘Now!’
Mogul twisted his body to dodge the attack while swinging the axe gripped with both hands towards the guy’s neck.
‘Done!’
The Legion Commander’s axe, which he couldn’t completely dodge, would dig into his shoulder, but his axe would cut the Legion Commander’s neck.
“Die now……!”
As Mogul, convinced of victory, shouted as if roaring, the Legion Commander smiling fishily thrust his neck towards Mogul’s axe.
Then his axe stopped abruptly.
‘Uh…….’
Simultaneously, Mogul’s pale gaze moved towards the Legion Commander’s axe.
He clearly thought he was aiming for the shoulder, but the axe rushing towards his neck flashing its blade before he knew it.
‘Uh……?!’
Kwaaang!
Before he could retrieve his axe, someone blocked Mogul’s front, and a loud roar echoed.
“…Sven?”
Mogul blinked looking at Sven’s back.
‘Mm……?’
Only then did the image of Sven falling unsightly after attacking the Legion Commander come to mind.
And that he stopped the Legion Commander trying to rush at Sven.
‘But why didn’t I look for Sven?’
The surprising thing is, even though he blocked the Legion Commander to save Sven, he had completely forgotten Sven’s existence.
‘Mental magic? Spell? Authority?’
To not even know he was hit even though he was hit.
“No, just what is that… Why couldn’t I remember? No, first, are you okay?”
“Wake up, the guy seems still angry.”
As the flustered Mogul spoke hurriedly, Sven pointed at the Legion Commander with the tip of his sword.
“Ah, right! I could have killed the guy just now, but clearly……!”
“It didn’t ‘reach’, right.”
“Uh? How do you know that?!”
Unfortunately, there was no time for Q&A.
- Grrrk…….
Seeing Sven appearing again as if unpleasant, Sven raised the corner of his mouth towards the Legion Commander raising his axe.
“Hey, Orc.”
- Grrk?
“I received your axe well. It was terrible.”
Before his words ended, as the Legion Commander threw his body towards Sven, Sven quickly moved behind Mogul’s back.
“Block!”
“You crazy bastard!”
Kwaaang!
Mogul, screaming seeing the Legion Commander suddenly rushing towards him, urgently raised his axe and blocked the attack.
“Why come this way suddenly, you crazy bastard!”
Sven moved forward of Mogul again and deflected the axe flying towards him with his greatsword.
“Just what are you trying to do!”
As Mogul, who suddenly struck empty air with his axe, shouted, Sven answered calmly.
“Joint attack.”
“What kind of joint attack is this, you crazy bastard!”
Despite Mogul’s shout filled with spite, Sven’s will was firm.
“From now on, we both only defend.”
“Do you think that bastard will get tired?”
“Stupid bastard, Orcs don’t get tired.”
“Then what on earth are we doing!”
As Mogul, blocking the Legion Commander’s attack instead of Sven moving back again, asked while being pushed back, Sven answered calmly.
“Do you remember the magic circle?”
“Magic circle? Of course! We are doing this bullshit to wait for that to activate……!”
Mogul, stopping his words for a moment, looked back.
“Uh?!”
Kwaaang!
“Stupid bastard, not an opponent to relax against.”
Sven, barely blocking the attack instead of the flustered Mogul, shouted coldly.
“Prediction is mental erosion. Seeing he attacks only one person, a certain number of attacks might be the activation condition.”
“Ah! Authority!”
“Right. Until we confirm the Authority while waiting for the magic circle to start…….”
“Just defend and drag time, right?”
Mogul, nodding and grinning, stood next to Sven and said.
“If it’s dragging time, I’m confident. I’m not called Iron Wall for nothing.”
Mogul, saying so, gripped the axe with both hands, then rushed towards the Legion Commander.