Chapter 88. Wolves Howling in the Wheat Field (3)
Rakshar and Bauer, who climbed up the castle wall, drove the archers blocking their front without hesitation as if hunting.
“You bastard! How dare a mere Werewolf!”
Knights remaining among Baron Vicious' army hurriedly climbed up the castle wall to rescue the archers, but.
“Do, do not call me that anymore!”
The ones who barged into Vicious' Castle now were elites among elites, and.
“I am a knight of the Cadmus Knights!”
The gray wolf in front of their eyes was a knight Blanc personally raised.
“I am Rakshar!”
The claw the gray wolf struck decisively contained massive brute strength that a human could hardly handle.
“Ugh!”
Ordinary Aura could not withstand the formidable power the gray wolf emitted.
The sword held by Vicious' knight was knocked away by Rakshar’s attack, and the armor was torn apart.
Rakshar had already entered a level that about one ordinary knight could not handle.
No, all Cadmus knights were like that.
The knight who came to rescue the archers with good spirit became covered in blood immediately.
He ended up terrified by the primal violence that could not be filled with his skills.
“AAAAAH!”
An endless procession of death was continuing around him.
“Hiiiek!”
The nameless knight of Vicious tried to step back using soldiers as shields, but he could soon feel a huge shadow cast behind him.
“For a knight to run away!”
It was a knight with a massive build as much as the Werewolf from before.
“Is that the reason you are here!”
The war hammer Bauer struck down.
That was the last scene Vicious' knight saw in his life.
A pitiful knight who died terrified joined the procession of death.
***
“We have annihilated most of the troops defending Vicious Castle.”
Simon, who became covered in blood, recited the remaining troop situation of the Vicious army as if he had finished interrogation before anyone knew.
“Good work.”
The corridor Blanc was walking in was full of red blood.
Blanc’s eyes reflected in the pool of blood were shining coolly.
“Find those with the blood of the Vicious family flowing in them.”
“Yes, Baron.”
Blanc was roaming Vicious' mansion accompanied by only about 10 knights.
Outside, cavalry commanded by Magnus were sweeping away the remaining troops of Baron Vicious.
Although about 300 soldiers remained, they were merely ordinary level soldiers, so they could not block the soldiers of Quiesco.
Moreover, morale had dropped significantly due to the massive explosion that blew away the castle gate.
“Enemies of Quiesco! Die!”
Soldiers of Quiesco, filled with the sorrow of a ruined nation and desire for revenge, did not hesitate to pour out their anger on the soldiers of Gartaria.
Vicious' soldiers had no choice but to suffer helplessly.
This was no different from a determined procedure the moment Vicious' castle gate blew away.
“Baron!”
Simon pointed to a place with his finger and called Blanc.
Simon, who had undergone special training with Barzio on top of his unique sensitive nature.
He utilized his strength to the fullest and found a series of groups looking suspicious moving.
“They seem to be people of the Vicious family!”
A procession of well-dressed people was visible to Blanc’s eyes too.
“Vicious…….”
A cold blue light shone from Blanc’s eyes.
Blanc, having confirmed them, jumped down from the height of the 3rd floor without hesitation and ran on the wall.
“What is that guy!”
Seeing Blanc running down the vertical wall as if ignoring even the law of gravity, someone pointed a finger and gasped.
“Who are you!”
One of the knights escorting the Vicious family blocked Blanc’s front with good spirit and asked, but.
Blanc drew his sword down continuing the momentum of running down the wall of the 3rd floor intact.
A white line flashed.
The knight blocking the front ended up split vertically without even being able to clash swords properly due to the overwhelming momentum and skill Blanc possessed.
Overwhelming difference in capability.
Not only the people of the Vicious family but even the knights escorting them opened their mouths and gasped at Blanc’s level.
Blanc roughly shook off the blood on the sword as if it were nothing.
At his feet, the knight split in half was trembling as if he still couldn’t believe his death.
“Stop!”
Knights escorting the Vicious family stepped forward and blocked Blanc, but.
“You do not have the qualification to make me stop.”
Blanc’s deep blue eyes burned roughly.
“Block him!”
Knights rushed out to block Blanc’s advance, but there was no knight here who could block Blanc who grew based on the talent recognized by Aselheit and the experience accumulated meanwhile.
To block Blanc even for a moment, they would have had to bring a knight whose name anyone would know just by hearing.
However, unfortunately, there was no such knight here now.
“AAAAAH!”
Whenever Blanc’s sword brushed past, blood soared like a fountain along with the screams of knights without fail.
Every time he took a step, one person’s arm fell off.
Every time he took a step, someone’s light disappeared.
Cruelly and ruthlessly, Blanc walked forward one step at a time.
He was a person with the legitimate qualification to walk like that.
And finally.
Blanc stood tall in front of the trembling clan of the Vicious family.
The black wolf lifted the snout called fear and bit their ankles so they couldn't move.
“I have always waited to say this word.”
Blanc spoke toward the trembling people.
He vomited out lumps of emotion that had been fermented for over 30 years.
“I speak to Vicious.”
With calm but desperate sincerity.
“I am Blanc Cadmus, the Righteous Avenger.”
Ghostly blue light flowed out from Blanc’s eyes.
“I came to receive my father’s blood price.”
***
Vicious Baron’s family members realized there was nowhere to run anymore, but shouted at Blanc as a last struggle.
“Blanc Cadmus! What are you doing right now!”
“You would be good.”
The second son of Baron Vicious who shouted leading the front at Blanc’s threat.
And he realized before he knew it that he was looking at his own back.
“……?”
The second son’s head flowed down below the shoulders of the puzzled second son.
His head rolling on the floor, his eyes looking around rolling around still were telling.
That it was a clean sword draw that he couldn't even perceive death.
Soon, a fountain of blood erupting from the neck poured down toward his head rolling on the floor.
The body that lost its head collapsed slowly.
And the head fallen on the floor was watching it in vain.
Submerged in the pool of blood coming from his body.
Blanc spoke looking at the people of the Vicious family.
“I came here to ask for responsibility for the death of my father, Pallard Cadmus.”
Blanc approached the people of the Vicious family stepping on sticky blood.
“Do, do not come closer!”
“It’s a demon! A demon!”
A wolf with black hair was shoving fierce fangs.
Its hideous shape and murderous eyes were deep and dark things that a sixteen-year-old dare not have.
The black wolf drove the frightened sheep and revealed pure white fangs.
From now on, this place was Blanc’s space.
Life and death, stopping and continuing, deciding all those things was the sole right of Blanc Cadmus, the Righteous Avenger.
Blanc kicked the head of the person he just cut with the tip of his foot toward where Vicious' family gathered.
The neck of the person who was their son, grandson, brother, and younger brother alive until just now rolled helplessly to them.
Blanc drew his sword and pointed at another son of Baron Vicious.
“Hiek! Hiiiek!”
Inside Blanc’s eyes.
Black and hideous things that a human dare not have were flowing out.
“I will gather your deaths and pain and offer them to my father.”
The black wolf bit off the necks of Vicious' pitiful sheep.
Red blood of sheep flowed down between the wolf’s huge snout.
Whenever his sword was wielded, Blanc saw Vicious' black screams echoing.
‘Finally!’
Vicious' magnificent blood echoed in all spaces where Blanc was.
‘Finally!’
Blanc drew a picture with their blood, and played music with their blood.
Everything he created was full of red.
It was ecstatic revenge.
Like that, Blanc finally forcibly cut and broke Vicious' soul with his sword and split pain to create a single death.
Thus, when his sword stopped.
Survivors were not whole.
And whole ones had their souls broken.
Only he alone was whole in the space Blanc dominated.
Above the carcasses of sheep, the black wolf recited quietly.
“Burn everything.”
Red marks that had not yet dried in places of Vicious' mansion corridor began to boil bubbling harboring red heat.
The castle was burning.
Vicious' castle, not Cadmus' white mansion.
“Do not leave even ash.”
Smoke spreading from Vicious' Castle reached the end of the sky.
That was a requiem Blanc Cadmus, the son, sent to Pallard Cadmus, the father.
Under the smoke stretching up to the sky.
Above the burning Vicious' Castle.
The black wolf howled looking at the sky.
“I am Blanc Scar. The Righteous Avenger.”
***
“It is said Monshau has fallen…….”
A long silence filled the tent where the three Barons were gathered.
No one here could open their mouth easily.
Unexpected, no, unimaginable things outside common sense were happening.
“Cle, clearly…… that greenhorn was only leading cavalry?”
“Cavalry or whatever, is it even possible to capture a castle with just over a hundred people in the first place?”
Common sense of this era was that in a siege, the attacking side had to commit troops three times more than the defending troops to capture the castle.
Since Baron Vicious left 300 men in his castle before leaving Norington, by simple calculation, Blanc had to command 1,000 troops for a result like now to occur.
However, the detached force Blanc took was merely about a hundred, and his main force was camping in front of the three Barons now.
This was a result that could not be accepted at all.
That was why Baron Langketa and Baron Kamora could not hide their bewilderment and were astonished.
“Nonsense! This is something unprecedented even if we look historically!”
Baron Kamora trembled his thick chin, slammed the table, and stood up abruptly from his seat.
Although it was an act contrary to keeping courtesy and dignity, no one could point out Baron Kamora’s act.
Everyone here was floundering in shock and astonishment.
However, the person who received the biggest shock must be Baron Vicious, the lord of Monshau.
“The gate…… How did they say they breached the gate?”
He asked the messenger panting as if it was hard to even breathe due to the huge shock.
“It is said the castle gate burst away.”
“Burst away? Do you mean by magic?”
“I do not know well about that, but it did not look like mages were committed.”
If it was a noble mage or a large number of mages gathered, they could attempt to break the castle gate with their magic, but to gather that level of mages, it had to be a war between nations.
And if it was that degree, since there would be mages on the defending side in the first place, breaking the castle gate with only magic was impossible in many ways.
“Ha……!”
Baron Vicious barely held onto a strand of reason and asked the messenger.
“Then…… What did they say happened to my family?”
The messenger hesitating to answer Baron Vicious' question.
Seeing that appearance, Baron Vicious closed his eyes tightly and ended up biting his lip.
“UWAAAA, Blanc Cadmus-!”
Baron Vicious' sorrowful howl echoed loudly in the middle of the allied forces’ camp.
***
“Baron! The allied forces’ cavalry is visible ahead.”
A series of troops appeared in front of the Cadmus army trying to return to the main unit after successfully burning Vicious' Castle.
Blanc received the scout’s report and looked ahead raising his visual acuity through Aura.
Indeed, those holding three flags could be seen running toward them raising dust.
“It’s not the best, but I pulled out the second best.”
Watching Blanc smiling coldly, Magnus was feeling his spine getting cold.
Although he couldn't completely draw out Baron Vicious' army, Blanc succeeded in drawing out the allied forces’ cavalry power.
And this matched accurately with Blanc’s intention.
-I hold the initiative in this war.
Blanc’s words were not empty talk.
Although Magnus had been around numerous battlefields meanwhile, he had never seen nor heard of a scene creating flow by assembling situations elaborately in this way.
“Please prepare. Lord Magnus.”
“……Pardon? Yes!”
Magnus was distracted by thoughts about Blanc for a moment, but immediately regained composure and gave orders to his soldiers.
“Equip secondary armaments!”
When Magnus' order fell, the Quiesco Cavalry put down their main armament, spears, and took out crossbows.
CLACK.
Then they started inserting black cartridges into the crossbows.
Magnus had no choice but to admire Blanc seeing his soldiers taking out crossbows.
‘He predicted even this far.’
Blanc was preparing for a cavalry versus cavalry fight even before starting the war.
And finally, he drew out the allied forces’ cavalry and brought them in front of the Quiesco Cavalry.
“As expected, even for the Quiesco Cavalry, would three times the troops be impossible?”
Magnus looked back at Blanc’s question which was like a provocation.
CLACK.
Then he loaded the cartridge into the crossbow with a grim expression and answered.
“You will not regret choosing us.”
Along with Magnus' firm remark.
The Quiesco Cavalry of the ruined nation.
Their broken banner rose high.