Chapter 1300

<Chapter 1300> 1300. The Plum Sword Reincarnated Into the Viscount Family

“AAAAAAAAAAH!”

The slave soldiers screamed in terror.

Slave soldiers who had given up on the charge and were trying to flee the battlefield began to appear one by one. Of course, there was no intention of allowing the desertion of slave soldiers. Slave soldiers fleeing are hunted down by their own soldiers.

The slave soldiers have only two choices: charge or die at the hands of their allies.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

When about 10,000 slave soldiers had died, the magical mines that had been exploding continuously finally quieted down.

The enemy army looked at the continuing charge of the slave soldiers despite the efforts of the magical mines and made expressions of shock, as if looking at madmen.

“Lord, please permit the magical bombardment.”

“Already?”

“No matter what, I don’t like being on the receiving end unilaterally. Since we’ve taken a hit, it’s only fair they do too, right?”

“That’s true. Begin the magical bombardment. However, do not target the rear. Duke Deckard must not be injured.”

“Understood. We will bombard the vanguard of the enemy army. Though there is a significant risk of involving our own forces, it’s a minor issue.”

Scarlett gave orders to the officers, who moved busily.

Our side’s mage battalion prepared spells all at once. The disturbance of mana could even be felt by me from afar.

‘We’ve got an Arch Mage, Sharnel, on our side.’

Mana also stirred within the enemy camp, preparing for the magical bombardment. Watching the enemy army, I curled my lips.

“This won’t cause much damage.”

“Huh?”

“The enemy has an Arch Mage. At Sharnel’s level.”

“…It’s Duke Hallgaris. The Arch Mage of the Solphmed Kingdom. A noble who maintained neutrality until now… It seems he’s recently come under Duke Deckard’s command.”

The presence of Duke Hallgaris could be felt among the enemy mages. An old man with white beard holding a magical staff, casting large-scale defensive magic.

An impressive old man with a white beard. Just by appearance, he’s compared to Sharnel. In this case, Sharnel, who became an Arch Mage at a young age, is absurdly remarkable. He might be the youngest on the continent.

Our magical bombardment began. Numerous attack spells crossed the sky heading towards the enemy. That grand scene was akin to hundreds of missiles flying.

But the enemy wasn’t idle either. Attack spells were shot down mid-air or nullified by defensive spells.

‘I don’t see any Hellfire. Where’s Sharnel’s magic?’

Just as I felt curious, dark clouds formed in the sky, instantly dimming the surroundings.

‘Judging from the fact that the dark clouds gathered only above the enemy’s heads… It’s Sharnel’s magic.

Red flames descended from the dark clouds onto the ground.

It wasn’t Rain of Fire.

It was Rain of Lava. Even more intense than fire. Though its temperature drops rapidly as it falls to the ground, meaning it likely won’t melt armor instantly, unlike rain, it carries a heavy mass.

Not all enemy soldiers wear steel armor. For soldiers wearing leather or wooden armor, this is the worst magical attack.

“What a spectacle. I didn’t expect Mr. Sharnel to use magic of this magnitude.”

“Did you ask him to use this?”

“Mr. Sharnel doesn’t follow my orders. You need to tell him the Lord commanded it.”


“It’s about the extent they’re cooperating. They probably used that magic to try and end the war even a little faster.”

“How will the enemies respond, I wonder?”

I looked at the enemy with eyes full of excitement. I don’t think the tide of war will change just from one grand spell. They have their own Arch Mages too.

ZEEEEEEENG.

A huge sound rang out. It was a sound like the air itself had frozen.

Startled by the sudden noise, I furrowed my brow and touched my ears. Then, when I saw the enemy, my eyes widened. A massive ice shield had been conjured in midair, blocking the rain of lava. The lava turned into rock upon touching the ice and rolled down the shield, falling to the ground.

Of course, where it fell, there were no enemies.

“Ah. Wasn’t that guy a Frost Barrier Mage or something?”

“Blocked it more easily than expected. Enemy casualties… around 7,000. Still, we must consider the significance of them using large-scale magic.”

Even an Arch Mage can’t go throwing around large-scale spells willy-nilly. We won’t have to worry about that for a while.

Scarlet called over the officers and started issuing orders. She was telling the officers something-something beside me… but honestly, I couldn’t understand half of it. Too many technical terms, and she mixed in some code words, as if aware of who might be listening. Thorough woman, she is.

“My lord, please move with the Golden Rose Knights.”

“I was planning to anyway. Where should we head?”

Scarlet pointed with her finger.

“To the right. Do you see that spot?”

“Yeah, I see it. It’s all chaotic over there.”

“We’ll force our way through. Charge in wedge formation and capture Duke Deckard in the rear. If that’s impossible, simply causing chaos among the enemy will suffice.”

“…So you don’t expect this to finish in one blow, huh.”

“The scale of this war is far too large for that.”

I nodded and mounted my horse. Summoning Stormbreaker, I crafted it into armor. After completing my full armament, I prepared with the Golden Rose Knights for a mad dash.

I glanced back at them. All these knights had shared my bed. They swore their loyalty by kissing my behind.

“Floy, are all preparations done?”

“Yes, milord. Everyone has been given a teleportation scroll. As long as we don’t instantly die, we’ll evacuate the battlefield using the scrolls.”

“With dwarven-made armor on, there shouldn’t be any instant deaths. If things look bad, everyone tear your scrolls. Your lives are more important to me than hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Don’t forget that.”

“My lord, we won’t die.”

Floy and the other knights said confidently.

This is war. Even with teleportation scrolls and dwarven magic, there’s no guarantee of 100% survival.

Still, I can’t stop them. They chose the path of knighthood. Stopping them because it’s dangerous would mean disregarding their dignity.

“HIIIIIING!”

I fed the horse a potion and tore a scroll.

The potion enhances the horse’s physical abilities, and the scroll removes its fear.

ZZZT.

In my right earpiece, Scarlet’s voice came through.

-Lord, please advance.

CLUNK.

I put on my helmet.

I turned my head and looked around. The Golden Rose Knights had also donned their helmets. In one hand, they held the reins; in the other, lances.

“Let’s go. I’ll lead the charge.”

I began galloping toward the enemy. My splendid red cape draped over my shoulder flapped dramatically. This level of flashy is perfect. It’ll make sure they follow me well.

“KRAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

THUD.

Looks like the horse trampled an ally. Not just any horse, but a battle horse doped up with potions and magic. An ordinary human would die instantly just from being stepped on.

Scores of allied soldiers died under the horse’s hooves. About a hundred allies seem to have perished. No concern. Regular soldiers are only slightly better than slave soldiers. There’s not much difference when it comes to expendability.

-My Lord, you’re slightly off to the right.

Following Scarlet’s transmission, I immediately corrected my direction.

The enemies came into view, fighting amidst our allies. The smell of blood filled the air.


The clashing of blades resonates like a dirge, filling the air with an eerie gloom. The soldiers’ screams have become so commonplace they now sound akin to the chirping of bugs in a field.

“We’re penetrating!”

I lowered my lance, angling my upper body forward as I channeled aura energy. A brilliant blue aura blade enveloped not just my lance but my entire body—and even my steed.

KWAHAAAAANG!

I collided with the enemy. Their bodies shattered like dropped glass, scattering in all directions. Blood splattered against my armor.

And with that, the Golden Rose Knights and I began our charge across the battlefield, teeming with foes. There were so many enemies it was hard to determine which direction to go.

—My Lord! To the right!

Every time we lost our bearings, Scarlett’s precise orders would guide us back on course.

In the corner of my vision, I caught sight of Duchess Leonhardt Dycard, the commander of the enemy forces. She was getting closer.

—…My Lord, can you move left?

“Left?”

—I apologize, but Allied Squad 15 is collapsing rapidly.

“Do we really need to go there?”

—It’s necessary for a perfect victory.

I glanced behind me. The bloodied Golden Rose Knights followed faithfully. If I concentrated, I could hear their labored breathing.

After a brief moment of deliberation, I decided to follow Scarlett’s advice. I gripped the reins and turned my horse’s direction. The Golden Rose Knights followed without complaint, despite the sudden change.

“Hold them back!!!”

“Throw the knight nets!”

“Knights aren’t invincible!”

The enemy shouted desperately as we charged forward, mocking their futile attempts.

Knights may not be invincible, and they’re right about that. Even if a group of superhuman knights gathers, they can still be overwhelmed by hundreds or thousands of soldiers attacking at once. But when there’s an Aura Master involved, the story changes.

The nets thrown by the enemy are shredded apart by the aura I release. With every swing of my lance, at least five enemies die. As long as I don’t tire, the enemy has no way to stop me.

—The Valtmut Knight Order is pursuing you, My Lord. They’re responding far more smoothly than expected. Duchess Leonhardt Dycard seems to be an exceptional commander, even beyond her reputation.

I briefly glanced over my shoulder. Knights clad in black helms were charging toward us—Duchess Leonhardt Dycard’s elite force.

—The captain of the Valtmut Knights is an Aura Master. Both you and the Golden Rose Knights are fatigued. I recommend a retreat.

“No, we’re not tired enough to retreat. And we’ve got two Aura Masters on our side. Floy, any issues?”

“None.”

“Good. Let’s make a wide turn and collide with the Valtmut Knights.”

The warhorses surged forward.

Common soldiers and conscripts scattered in terror at the sight of knights, fleeing in every direction. This left the area relatively clear, though I didn’t give the horses a rest. A single pause would disrupt the momentum.

DINGGLANG!

Discarding our lances, the knights and I drew our swords. Against other knights, a sword feels far more natural.

Knight squadron clashed with knight squadron.

KWAHAAAAAAAAANG!

A massive impact threw me off balance, dismounting me from my horse. The steed exploded into pieces upon death. I quickly assessed the situation around me. Both allies and enemies had suffered, with over eighty percent having been dismounted.

Judging by the damage, the enemy suffered greater losses due to our dwarven-made armor and enchanted warhorses.

KWAHAAAANG!

Before hitting the ground, I heard another impact. Floy was battling the enemy squadron leader.

‘…If the squadron leader is over there, then who the hell was the guy I collided with?!’

As soon as I landed, I searched for my opponent. The one I had clashed with was charging toward me, wielding a greatsword. A crimson aura blade blazed from its edge.

‘Another Aura Master…?!’

I hastily raised my sword to block his incoming attack.

KIIIIEEEEEENG!

The clash of aura blades produced a deafening screech.

“It’s been a while, Eugene Fruckas! Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day?”

His face was obscured by his helm, but his voice struck a chord somewhere in my memory.

“Dullibard…!!”