Abandoned by my Childhood Friend, I Became a War Hero - Chapter 110



110 – Familiar eyes

I fell from the sky and thought for a moment.

Llewellyn you son of a b*tch.

You assured me that it would be fine for a few months, but now does this seem like a good situation?

She didn’t say there were no undead rampaging on the border, though, thinking about it now, he said that Ella would be fine.

This is why it is difficult to trust the wizard’s words. It’s usually because one important part is missing.

With all my miscellaneous thoughts up to here, it was time to focus on the situation on the ground.

A huge number of undead were attacking the city. Until now, the walls had been holding up well, but how much longer could they hold out against the undead army with siege weapons?

Judging from past experiences, it would have been difficult to pass today. Even if there are many people who can fight, Schwaldheim lives up to its name as a city of adventurers.

The number of enemies is endless and they never tire, while humans, no matter how strong, cannot fight all day long. It was fortunate out of misfortune to arrive before the city fell.

A group of undead on the ground seemed to have spotted me falling from the sky, and I could see the Corpse Cannon turning towards me from the airship.

Boom! Pew-!

Dozens of shells flying in an instant. Most of them would miss if left alone, but I knew a few of them would hit me right.

I thought about taking out the window for a moment, but in the end I gave up. Having jumped like that from the deck, it must have already attracted considerable attention. With the students still watching, Ezetus stood out too much.

Instead, I chose another method.

I stretched out my hand without hesitation toward the incoming shells.

The cannonball was quite hard, made up of hard bones and stone-hard meat, and because it was made by compressing a corpse, it was almost the size of a human torso. It was a force that could crush even a knight in armor if hit properly.

I put my hand lightly on the side instead of blocking it from the front. And when I pushed it with a little force while spinning my body once in the air, the shell easily changed direction and flew back in the original direction. At a much faster speed than the speed at which it first flew.

Piyuyuung-! Quaang!!

Three Corpse Cannons, which were directly hit by the bullets he fired, were crushed in an instant.

Boom! Puff-!

The Undead Legion fired endless shells without getting tired of it, and I also repeated the process of returning shells in the air using the Saryangbalcheongeun and Yihwa graft.

After repeating that a couple of times, the Corpse Cannon over the tropics became silent. That was almost half the number.

If it was a normal army, that alone would have given them considerable shock and fear, but the undead army didn’t have the emotions or rationality to feel that.

As if he recognized the fact that the shells were ineffective, he stopped firing the Corpse Cannon any more.

It must be hard to have fun with this.

I moved my arms and legs vigorously in the air and bounced. And it fell as if it were being shot at the place where the most undead gathered. As I fell faster, I felt a cool wind blowing around me.

I fell in a circle like a whirlpool with the wind wrapped around my body. And just before falling to the floor, he rotated his body 180 degrees and slammed his foot on the ground.

Quaguaguaguagwang―!!!

A huge shockwave shook the ground within a radius of several tens of meters and wiped out all the undead around it.

The ground splits in all directions as if an earthquake occurred, and dust rises as if to cover the sky.

A sudden huge explosion created a stifling silence around the battlefield.

People in the city bewildered whether a sudden explosion is an enemy or a friend.

And a bunch of undead quietly waiting for the dust to settle.

“Whoa….”

In the center of the sunken crater, I slowly got up.

Since he fell from that height without using magic, he naturally complained of pain and creaking in his joints.

But the pain was a sign that the body was recovering soon. I took a few deep breaths and kicked the ground with strength.

Breaking through the dust, I hit the head of the first zombie I saw. The zombie’s rotten head was ripped off and flew through the air.

The sound of boiling phlegm from rotten vocal chords and the crackling of white jawbones roared loudly from all directions.

“Geuuhuhh-!”

“Tadak! Exactly!”

I said in a low voice, shaking off the rotten blood from my fist.

“Noisy bastards. Come on.”

Starting with those words, I tore, smashed, and burst all the undead that attacked me.

As in the war several years ago, there was no need to differentiate between friends and foes because everything in sight was the enemy.

I moved forward without any hindrance. Swinging his arms, bending his knees, and pushing the undead with every step he took, mechanical slaughter followed.

I didn’t even have to take out the window. It was because they were just common low-class undead. Intermediate undead, like ghouls and skeleton warriors, were occasionally seen, but at least they were more solid zombies and skeletons, so they were equally crushed to death by my fists.

But no matter how many times I kill these guys, it’s useless.

In my experience, it will definitely be. A commander-level entity that commands so many troops.

The most annoying thing about the undead is that they act in groups, and if you catch the commander, these guys are just a bunch of ragtags. And usually the commander was to be protected in the safest center.

While looking for a target with these thoughts, I found one that stood out.

A knight who looks at the battlefield while riding a horse and wearing armor.

It was Death Knight, a senior undead.

As if the sword were a baton, the Death Knight pointed the tip of the sword at me while speaking demonic language.

[“Kill-!”]

According to his command, the undead army rushed at once. The problem is that where did you put it, even those who are difficult to respond to without magical powers like Specter and Ghost came together.

I pondered for a moment with the attack in front of me. I can’t use black magic, so should I pull out the spear, or should I ignore it and quickly go back and aim only for the commander?

At that moment, lightning suddenly struck from the sky.

Gurlureung!!

“Kyaaa!!”

The lightning strikes Specter precisely. The specter struck by lightning dissipated as if it were crumbling, leaving only a handful of ashes.

That was just the beginning. Soon, thunder roared through the dry sky, and lightning bolts rained down in all directions.

Kwurlung! Kkwareung!!

I hit the Specters and Ghosts that were wandering around with lightning bolts. As far as I know, there is only one person who can do this right now.

When I raised my head, as expected, I could see Oznia standing on the deck of the airship.

She spewed her thunderbolts, flashing her purple currents all over her body. Even I was amazed at the speed and accuracy of casting that rushed incessantly.

“Instructor Ion!”

Right next to Oznia, Titania raised her hands up. Of course, it was not natural to say hello in such a situation.

A halo of green light shone brilliantly from her hands. At the same time, the ground itself rose from the ground where the Death Knight was standing.

Hee hee hee!!

[“Keuuu-!”]

Ghost Ma was startled by her sudden movement of the floor and lifted her front paws high, and the Death Knight was embarrassed but held onto the reins so as not to fall off her horse’s back.

It was an opportunity not to be missed.

She gave strength to her legs and kicked the ground as hard as she could. The scenery around me passed by so fast that it was dizzying.

The only thing she could see in front of her eyes was the black head of the Death Knight.

Kwajik!!

Her fists, soaked in her blood, slashed the air and landed on the Death Knight’s face. Her hard magic helmet crumpled like her paper, and her skeletal head inside it was also crushed into small pieces.

The death knight, who commanded tens of thousands of undead, lost her head and collapsed powerlessly on her horse. That was it.

“Ahhh… !”

“Tadak! Follow me!”

The undead army, which lost its commander, stopped its offensive and began to withdraw from the city.

As the undead army began to retreat, huge cheers rang out from the city that barely survived the attack.

“Wowaaa!”

“Live! We are alive!!”

“A hero! You are the hero who came to save us!”

“Thank you! Thank you!!”

The cheers that filled the city were made up of many voices, but my keen hearing picked up a few of them. It was the voice of the people who barely survived in despair.

Nevertheless, my expression was much firmer than before the start of the battle.

Undead that lose their commanders usually turn into wild hordes driven by instinct. However, these guys rather started retreating.

That the undead are still systematically moving despite the death of the commander.

That meant that there was still someone directing them somewhere.

At that moment, I sensed an intense gaze that seemed to pierce this way.

I reflexively turned my head to check the direction in which I felt the gaze.

There, a huge winged eye that looked like a familiar was staring at me.

I felt a very familiar look through the eyes of the Familiar.

That look was telling me.

Still, the fact that this is not the end.