Chapter 215 (2/2)
“Be prepared, Temer! I’ll make sure to put ‘Pissed Traitor’ on your headstone!”
“Huh! I’ll bash your skull into pieces!”
The two riders had finally begun to fight.
Rushing in, their shields clashed. The two Gigants soon fought a fierce battle between a mace and sword.
Kwang! Chang-!
Unlike their quarrel, the two riders were good enough to duel.
It was quite exciting to see gigantic 10-meter tall Gigants duking it out.
“Viscount Jukebal go and win this!”
“Viscount Temer! Don’t get pushed around!”
The soldiers began to cheer from both sides by screaming the name of their respective rider.
Kwang! Pah!
Both Gigants would strongly collide, moved back or tumble down.
The skills of the two experts were very similar.
In addition, both the Gigants seemed to be a knight class, so they didn’t fight for long.
“It looks like Jukebal might win.”
Philip who was watching the game predicted.
“No, Temer will,” stated Luke
“Uh? You think so? But Jukebal’s sword skills are good, and his Gigant’s performance seems to be better as well.”
Philip asked Luke with a face that looked like he didn’t understand the reason.
“Of course, Jukebal is better in terms of skills and Gigant performance, but Temer is a Rune Knight”
“Uh? Rune Knight?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t seem like it has been too long since he has learned magic, but in tight battles like this one, just one variable can change the entire game.”
Luke read the stream of mana that was flowing through Temer’s Gigant and realized that he was a Rune Knight.
Not surprisingly, when Jukebal, who was ready to take his victory, raised his mace for a final blow, Temer began to cast his magic.
“Grease!”
“Uh!”
Although he was a 1st circle secondary magic, the magic released at that state was fatal.
As the floor slipped, Jukebal’s Gigant lost balance and leaned forward. Temer pierced him with his huge sword without missing the timing.
Kwak!
Temer’s giant sword pierced the breastplate accurately and through the cockpit.
“Ahh!”
The soldiers of the Anti-Revolutionary Army couldn’t help but scream when they saw Jukebal fell. They all seemed sad.
Thump!
As the rider lost, Jukebal’s body fell.
“Wah! We won!”
“Long live Viscount Temer!”
On the walls of the Konrad Kingdom, the soldiers threw their helmets in the air and celebrated.
Temer looked proud after seeing the fallen Gigant of Jukebal.
Although he was victorious, he felt sad after realizing that the enemy’s life was gone.
But when he turned around, the Gigant riders from the Anti-Revolutionary Army jumped in.
“Wait, Viscount Temer! I will be the one to deal with you next!”
“Who might you be?”
At the question from Temer, the knight from the Anti-Revolutionary Army drew out his sword and revealed his identity.
“I am Alfred, a senior paladin representing Marius. I want to take revenge for my close acquaintance.”
Alfred wasn’t a close acquaintance of Jukebal. He had just appeared there under the command of Bishop Maxim.
Commander Bishop Maxim, the 2nd squadron commander, asked him to apply for a duel to revive him from the embarrassment that he suffered during the ambush.
“Huh, the fallen priest who sells the name of God.”
Marius was training paladins in the name of protecting temples and believers in various parts of different nations.
And the paladins that were born for that purpose lead the way to help rather than fulfill their duties. In the presence of officers and bishops, they had to follow another set of rules.
Alfred raised his voice at the criticism of Temer.
“How dare you say such things! Kneel and repent!”
“Repent you say? Don’t try to be funny! The one who should repent is your denomination! Your Lord will surely punish you!”
“Ahhh!”
Alfred, who could no longer listen to Temer, rushed in while screaming.
Thump!
The Gigant Alfred was riding on was Paladin.
It was a knight class developed seven years ago by the Arthenia Royal Magic Tower.
“Holy Sword!”
A pale radiant glow began to emerge from Paladin’s giant sword and attacked Temer’s Gigant.
“Huh, a holy sword? You can’t beat me with such a weak and sneaky trick!”
Temer reacted without rushing in or losing his calm.
Kang! Kang!
The two Gigants, anticipating what was going to happen next, engaged in a fierce battle.
Originally, Alfred’s skills were intermediate.
However, with the ability of the Holy Paladin and the unique sword skills of the Holy Sword, he was able to push Temer, a Sword Master.
Normally, that wouldn’t be enough to push him, but Temer had already used most of his energy in his fight against Jukebal.
In addition, he was adversely affected by the situation.
“Uh, Grease!”
When he began to get pushed, Temer used magic.
However, it didn’t work. As soon as his magic began to appear, the antimagic circle engraved on Paladin’s glove neutralized the magic.
Temer was flustered and tried other spells such as Wind and Press in addition to Grease, but none of them worked.
“You think you can win with that?!”
“Kuk! If you are so perfect…”
Slash!
Eventually, Temer’s Gigant’s head flew off when it was his by Paladin’s sword, ending the game.
“Uhm, did you see that? We paladins can do this, Huhuhu!”
As the subordinates struck the final hit, Bishop Maxim, with proudness on his shoulders, smiled and spoke triumphantly to the nobles around him.
Seeing him act like that, Count Marcus couldn’t help but feel sick.