Vol 2 Chapter 17 (1/2)

CHAPTER 17: THE HERO AND THE REUNION (PART 3)

Editor: Skoll, Potatos

After that, it was a solemn battle.

Each unit faced death.

Andobar and Bubarack were protected by the commander in order to guarantee that attacks on Scampelier would wound her.

That was true dispair.

But no one ran, and no one retreated.

Because we were the elites. We were mankind’s strongest team.

If we fell back here, then who would protect our homeland?

Muse raised his sword to the sky and muttered:

“Cough. If I had known this earlier, when I left home I would’ve hugged my daughter more.”

“Don’t talk. I didn’t say goodbye to my mother. She believes that I will come home.”

Next to him, the brown-haired Bond hugged his chest as he spoke self-deprecatingly.

On his side were very many silver daggers.

Then the two looked at each other and smiled, then followed the stream of people forward.

Muse was cut in two at the waist, guts spilling out. Bond’s feet were chopped off. He struggled to grab onto Scampelier’s right leg, but in an instant, he was warped into rotten meat.

The second before, still lively and full of light. The next, split into pieces everywhere.

Scampelier wielded the butcher’s cleaver freely[1] like a dance.

Even so, the crowd still unceasingly poured forth.

“Don’t look down on us you b.a.s.t.a.r.d!”

“My life is nothing!!”

“I’m gonna kill you ya b.a.s.t.a.r.d demon!!!”

“We do this for Sheng Qiao Yi, for peace on Middle Earth.”

“Ladies and gentleman, let us raise the banner of justice!”

Death, death, death.

Death without any suspense.

The level of fighting was not even close.

“Dammit, you monster…….”

A white haired veteran warrior that had fallen to the ground forced himself to lift his sword.

Scampelier’s sharp high heel immediately pierced through his skull.

The number of sacrifices had already reached 100 for this battle when finally, there was a chance.

Scampelier had been injured.

Though she looked like she was very unwilling, a seventeen, eighteen year old young hero used their life as a price to scar her arm.

The blood of a demon was also red.

At that moment, I was thinking that.

The four of us, me, Shen Zhen, Luciewayan, and Zhi Bu, were Commander Baliat’s personal team and we needed to act at the very end.

In other words, we were the final trump card. Without Baliat’s order, we could not partic.i.p.ate in the battle.

So I could only watch as my former companions met with death.

The number of wounds on Scampelier gradually increased, as did the morale of the First Division of the Expedition Regiment.

“We can finally see victory!!”

“All the sacrifices were worth it!!”

“Protect the country and bring peace!!”

“The blood that we have spent will be engraved in history!!”

“Don’t be afraid ahhhhhhh!!!!”

“Expel them all, face victory!!!”

All of the impa.s.sioned voices echoed unendingly.

That kind of attack was no different than suicide.

Laying down one’s life to create a wound, but only making a scratch not even one millimeter.

The next second, you wouldn’t even know that you died.

Only knowing, at that moment, you were burning.

Inherit the will of justice and carry it out to the end!!

“Ze.”

Scampelier’s abundant strength gradually lessened.

“All forces attack at once!!”

Baliat’s aging voice sounded like a bell.

I have no desire to recall the scene that occurred next.

The remaining people on the battlefield was not even fifty. Almost every person was wounded, almost every person was bleeding.

All of them held no light in their eyes.

Their hatred for the demons, their resentment at their homeland being ruined and their pain from the murder of their comrades were all warped together and turned them into a war machine.

That state was what we called “heartless.”

I often entered that heartless state.

So I knew that in that kind of situation, that all people could do was destroy.

I clenched my hand into a fist. Shen Zhen straightened up slightly.

Luciewayan rested the sword on her shoulder. Zhi Bu hugged her rag doll to her chest.

If the final fifty people died, then we four would take the stage.

Layer upon layer of corpses were underneath Scamplier’s feet. Rather than corpses, it’s better to call them mountains of meat.

It was unknown whose flesh was whose, whose blood was whose as they all mixed together.

“All troops – attack!!”

Baliat’s command reverberated in the wilderness.

“Aaaaahhhhhh–”

All of the people did not need any kind of allying cheer.

At this moment, they were wild, bellowing beasts.

This was mankind’s sorrow, but at the same time was mankind’s retaliation.

I schooled my breathing into a rhythm and wrapped magic around my body.

Become a machine of war!

Become something that has lost its heart, a machine of war!

Become the sword that delivers punishment!

We are a receptacle for holding magic power, a plain vessel.

We will die here, we will forever be with everyone!

We are the First Division of the Expedition Regiment, and we will carry out justice to the end!!

“Certain Wound” Andobar had already died from overusing magic. With a mouthful of blood spurting out, he fell to the ground without warning.

Next to the commander, Bubarack was breathing intensely like he could fall down at any moment.

I abandoned all thought of Ailee to the back of my mind.

The fifty people had all died. Scampelier cut off the last person’s neck and bathed in the spray of blood.

“So you are the last of the strong?”

No one answered.

We four took heavy steps forward.

Scampelier had been wounded all over, the deepest scratches on her stomach and on her left leg.

With Shen Zhen, Luciewayan, Zhi Bu standing next to me, I suddenly felt that it wouldn’t be too bad to die.

Because we were all together!

“‘Read Hearts’! Lucie attack from the left, Shen Zhen breakthrough on the front, Leon, standby!”

“Yes!”

“Jiejie definitely won’t forgive you!”