Chapter 180 – For A Certain End (6)

Swish!

Arrows flew high in the sky. At the shower of the arrows raining down all at once, Count Fabius tightened the reins of his horse and raised his shield.

Papak!

“Kuak!”

“Ack!”

The soldiers who were hit by the arrows collapsed. Although they protected themselves with their shields and armor, they weren’t completely safe when hundreds of arrows were raining down at the same time. The arrows pierced their flesh accurately. The soldiers who fell to the ground screamed but the others didn’t care as they rushed to the wall.

And at the forefront was Fabius. He ran ahead on a war horse, and his heart continued to beat hard when he approached the wall.

Thud. Thud.

He was no longer young. Like the other nobles, no one would criticize the man for turning back but he risked his life here. The people of Cairo called Fabius a Raccoon for his ever-changing attitude, but it was his way of life.

Now that he had betrayed Marquis Benedict and followed Dmitry, he would devote himself to Dmitry as if today were his last. It was the same on the Southern Front. He took the risk to prove his worth to everyone.

Wheik!

Wheik!

Flames were continuously falling from the sky, yet he ran through them. He kept moving toward the wall despite the fact that arrows were hitting the knights all around him and screams were echoing.

All his life, he faced many obstacles on the battlefield. And once he made a decision, he followed through with it.

And so…

Jump.

“Die!”

He jumped right into the hole in the wall. As soon as the hooves of his horse crushed the enemy, he jumped off his horse and swung his sword like lightning.

Blood splattered. Even though he didn’t possess the strength of an aura swordsman, he still had the power to defeat a single soldier.

At the same time, the other troops arrived. Count Fabius and the knights arrived a little earlier, but in an instant, the walls inside the castle turned into hell.

“Kill those traitors!”

It was the start of a full-blown battle. Count Fabius madly cut down the enemies. The number of enemies didn’t show any signs of decreasing no matter how many times he cut, and he started to run out of breath even though he had only swung the sword a couple of times. And because he had lived in the peaceful capital and since he was no longer young, he wasn’t able to maintain his momentum as fast as when he first entered the battlefield, but….

‘Haste.’

Swish.

He used a relic, and soon a blue light spread over his body as he passed through the battle with agile movements that didn’t match his age.

Fabius wasn’t some stupid man to throw his life away. If he had been hit by an arrow, the shield spell engraved on his armor would have activated, and in order to survive on the chaotic battlefield, he purchased buff-type relics in large numbers.

It was true that he risked his life as a vanguard, but that was only after he increased the chances of survival as much as possible.

Performance was a necessary element. Count Fabius was the type of person who wanted to be recognized for his accomplishments.

Swish!

He cut the throats of his enemies. He had already killed ten people. He had a hard time because he couldn’t cut their necks open quickly, probably because he was weak.

“Huak, huak.”

He gasped for air. His role was over. He couldn’t get himself to run any further. In this land that had turned into hell with people dying here and there, Count Fabius didn’t rush any further.

Anyway, from now on, he could no longer do much for the battle. Since he had properly fulfilled his role as the vanguard, he focused on calming his rapidly rising breath while paying attention to his surroundings. And…

‘From now, it is Roman Dmitry’s time.’

Fabius witnessed it.

Roman Dmitry—he was slaughtering the enemies who were behind him.

The role of a vanguard. It wasn’t a matter that he could fully entrust to Fabius. Roman Dmitry had always been the vanguard on the battlefield, and that wouldn’t change now.

And so Roman Dmitry appeared right behind Fabius. Seeing the massacre begin as soon as he entered the battlefield, the soldiers of the nobles’ faction screamed at the top of their lungs.

“Stop him!”

“It is Roman Dmitry!”

“Cairo’s Devil has appeared! Kill him by any means!”

In this hell, the demons revealed their murderous intent to Roman Dmitry. All the nearby soldiers rushed for Roman Dmitry, hoping to take him down with the numerical advantage they had.

But the results were different. In the blink of an eye, the bodies of those who Roman Dmitry came across were torn to pieces, and blood and death followed.

Puak!

“Kuaaak!”

The battlefield was mixed up with different people. It was impossible to properly grasp the situation from a distance, but blood was surely splattered everywhere, and the soldiers on the nobles’ side screamed.

In an instant, Roman Dmitry bathed in blood.

Even though he was covered in bright red blood, he didn’t slow down and continued moving forward without any care. Hostility was present everywhere. If he cut down the enemy in front of him, other enemies would come from both sides.

Before being killed by the devil, they wanted to somehow hurt him, but they only suffered in pain. Their bodies heated up, and when they came to their senses, they all had missing body parts.

It was an overwhelming kill; it was one-sided. The enemies surrounded Roman Dmitry just like a pack of wolves unleashed on a sheep, but they all died in agony.

And the path was now open. They had no choice but to give way. The people who stood in his way all died, and their bodies paved a path.

How far did he go? Only Roman Dmitry could be seen in the enemy’s camp. There were others following him, but they were not able to break through the enemy lines as quickly as Roman Dmitry.

And it was then…

“Now! Everyone attack!”

The captain of the guards of the Benedict Castle shouted.

During the series of events, Cameron witnessed Roman Dmitry’s overwhelming power. As if a natural disaster suddenly unfolded, they couldn’t dare fight against this monstrous being as humans.

‘This is Cairo’s Devil.’

Goosebumps rose. Even after the Hector Kingdom was captured on the Southern Front, they seemed to understand why they were defeated just because of Roman Dmitry. With a monster like him shaking everything inside of them, how could they withstand it?

Cameron did not dare deal with Roman, but he had no intention of stepping down.

‘We even took into account the possibility of Roman Dmitry crossing the wall. Cairo’s best sword, Roman Dmitry, with his belligerent tendencies, will surely overdo it, and that is our chance to deal with him.’

So he waited for the right time and the perfect chance.

As Roman Dmitry pulled away from his allies, Cameron appeared.

“Now! Everyone attack!”

“Attack!”

Rumble!

Rumble!

Aura rose from all sides, and it was only because of a single enemy. The nobles recruited all of the remaining aura swordsmen from their families.

Their only goal was Roman Dmitry. They, who held their positions even when Count Fabius climbed over the wall and devastated the castle, rushed at Cameron’s command.

One hundred swordsmen—it was an overwhelming sight. And they simultaneously began to use their auras to attack Roman Dmitry. But….

Puak!

The first one. The swordsman who rushed forward was split into two. His sword, which shone lightly with aura, slowly lost its light, and the man’s eyes went wide, unable to accept that he was cut down without even swinging his sword.

And it was just the beginning. Various forms of aura exploded and attacked Roman Dmitry, but they all coughed up blood and flew back.

With just one attack, the aura swordsmen have been swept away. It was the same with the 1-star aura swordsmen and the 3-star ones. Everyone was now scared, and they all lost their confidence to win.

There was something strange about it. Obviously, the number of people reaching one hundred should guarantee an overwhelming victory, but as time went on, the existence of aura didn’t seem to have such a meaning.

Both for the normal soldiers and the aura swordsmen, the results were not different. Before anyone could do anything, their necks were slashed with a sword clad in aura.

Crush.

A fist slammed into a man’s face, and he collapsed.

Roman Dmitry didn’t seem like he would stop anytime soon. He didn’t just want to win this war. In the process of punishing the traitors, he wanted to showcase how Dmitry chooses to treat his enemies so that no one would do the same again. Roman Dmitry made his presence known. After taking down a hundred swordsmen, he slaughtered them as if they were normal soldiers.

“…N-No way.”

Cameron was shocked.

The one hundred swordsmen—the nobles’ faction were all smiles as they hired them. No matter how strong Roman Dmitry was, they were sure that so many people could handle him.

But what was this? It wasn’t human power. Roman Dmitry was a type of being that hadn’t been found in Cairo before.

Puak!

Another life was lost.

They didn’t know anything about Cairo’s Devil. The swordsman, in his own way, was a person who was called the most powerful swordsman among a hundred. Looking at the corpses, his eyes were wide open, unable to accept the reality, and Cameron backed away.

It was over. The wall fell. And subduing Roman Dmitry in combat didn’t make any sense.

‘I need to inform the commander.’

He turned around. There were many soldiers waiting on the battlefield for his orders, but Cameron just left them.

The head of the nobles’ faction was in a safe place. While the nobles’ waited for the results with anxious faces, they finally received an audio communication from the castle’s walls.

[I-It is a huge deal!]

It was Cameron.

In a terrified voice, Cameron told him the grim reality.

[The wall has been completely breached. The Magic Defense has lost its function, and it is only a matter of time before the castle’s walls are taken over by them. In particular, there is no way to stop Roman Dmitry. All the aura swordsmen that the noble families sent suffered a one-sided annihilation.]

“… this.”

Beyond the device was Marquis Benedict, who looked so pale.

He felt dizzy.

Obviously, even the day before, they were hoping for a pink future with the support of the Kronos Empire, but now the Benedict Castle, which was called an iron castle, didn’t last even for a single day.

Fighting to the death here was madness. Knowing that, the leaders of the nobles’ faction did not even go near the castle walls in the first place.

[Hurry and run… kuak!]

A scream of death made Marquis Benedict hesitate. He felt goosebumps. The sound of a person’s life ending meant that someone killed Cameron.

[Marquis Benedict.]

A familiar voice. Roman Dmitry followed through and grabbed the communication device with bloodstained hands.

[In the past week, you have committed an atrocity that threatens the safety of the nation. You tried to mobilize the nobles to attack Dmitry and then draw them in for rebellion, which eventually forced the Kronos Empire to intervene in the civil war. I think there are degrees of mistakes you did and what you have done cannot be put aside anymore.]

It was cold. Even when no one responded, Roman didn’t stop talking.

[It is obvious to me. You will not be allowed to keep your life. So keep fighting until the end. On your knees, bowing your head, crying out the sins you committed from your mouth, and bursting into tears. I will punish all of you and your family members for treason.]

Between his words, the time to breathe felt like an eternity. They all held their breaths. They didn’t want Roman Dmitry to know that they were on the other side.

[We will meet soon.]

Tuk.

The communication was cut off, and their hearts sank. A message was left by a one-sided call. The nobles, including Benedict, couldn’t take their eyes off the device with frightened expressions.