Sword Master Who Leapt Through Time - Chapter 46



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#46 The Beginning of the War

Calceric gritted his teeth.

‘We have to break their momentum as much as possible… …!’

The irresistible Barkan.

If we can’t break their momentum, the little girl in front of me, Salzlan, will be smashed to pieces like a glass doll.

“Jangchang! Hold on!”

At his shout, the high-level experts stationed on the left and right filled their spears with aura and aimed at Balkan.

It wasn’t just a spear.

An ancient weapon of such high quality that it was personally found by Lansen.

The feeling of it fitting in your hand is different, and the momentum of the aura that extends out is different.

If it’s this… … !

Even the irresistible Balkan… …!

Crunch! Crunch!

Ancient long spears wielded by high-level experts, including Calceric.

All of that bounced off Balkan like mere raindrops.

Some were bent by the sword he swung, and some were broken by his aura-filled armor.

A storm created by the clash of auras raged.

Balkan charged, tearing even the storm apart.

“Hey, hey… …!!!”

Calceric’s eyes were filled with confusion.

Because Balkan’s momentum was still terrifying.

It seemed like Salzland, who was holding the shield at the front, wouldn’t be able to endure it.

However,

‘it’s okay……!’

Salzland instead saw hope.

His gaze was fixed on Balkan’s crescent sword.

‘It’s weakened.’

The aura blade is noticeably blurred.

That’s enough.

Waiting,

After waiting,

The last moment-

‘now!’

Aura Repulsion!

Salzland burst into Count Juan’s season at the most perfect time.

Oh my god!

A shock wave explodes.

My ears feel stuffy from the vacuum created in an instant.

And the whole world was sucked forward.

Kwaaaaang!

Salzland fell backwards at a terrifying speed.

His hand, which had seemed dead, began to move.

‘I have to get up… … . I have to protect… … .’

Just like Brother Lansen did.

All the big muscles he had built up his whole life screamed in just one collision.

The ancient shield and armor that Lancen had personally given to him were now tattered.

Still, Salzland finally stood up, his trembling hands reaching out from the floor.

Holding a crooked ancient shield

I looked ahead.

It was seen.

The sight of Balkan standing still, pushed back by the Aura Repulsion.

He stopped the Sword Master’s charge.

“Crazy! Did you really do this! You crazy bastard!!”

Calceric’s voice was filled with laughter.

“I told you I would show you.”

Salzland answered with a cracked voice and raised his shield again.

It’s just one step,

I felt like I was stepping onto the path my brother had walked.

* * *

“You hit me.”

Harun frowned.

A cavalry charge that failed… … is terrible.

Even if it was his own cavalry… … . It was doubly terrifying.

“Has Balkan lost his touch… … . Phew… … . Send in the cavalry to shake things up. Two or three volleys should shake up the ranks.”

“yes!”

The savage speed of the Ailun white horse.

The power of the ‘Antlered Deer Bow’ used in the Ailun region.

When these two are combined, the result is a penetrating power that overwhelms crossbows.

The shield was just torn to pieces.

I could just run those insolent infantrymen to the ground.

Doo doo doo doo.

The heavy cavalry and lancers who had made the charge turned around and retreated, and instead 2,000 cavalry archers advanced.

But what Harun overlooked was the fact that Lancen’s army was armed with the Imperial Black Bow, known as the best bow in the world.

I’m talking about the black bow, which is rated one or two levels higher than the horned stag bow of the Ailun cavalry archers.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

Two tempos faster than expected, pitch-black clouds poured down from the sky.

Heeeeeeeeeing!

“What? The distance has already been reached?”

“Black Palace! The Imperial Black Palace!”

“Ahh!”

Boom! Crush!

Harun’s cavalry archers were thrown to the ground with arrows tied to their necks or chests.

However, their reputation as the most elite in Norberge was not in vain.

“Full speed ahead!”

“Here!”

Rather than backing down, they spurred on the momentum and increased speed.

This was because the speed of the Ailun White Horse meant that it could rain arrows on the enemy and escape in just a few seconds.

However, it was inevitable that my vision would narrow for a moment.

The Lansen Army did not miss that opportunity.

“Sweep them all away! We’ll destroy the cavalry before they even notice!”

A cavalry force of 1,500 cavalry led by Katrina bypassed the heavily armed soldiers and charged at full speed.

In an instant, they reached top speed and aimed for the flank of the Ailun cavalry archers.

“this……!”

Harun’s cavalry, who realized the situation too late, hurriedly changed direction.

Katrina, who had been chasing them closely, exploded with anger.

“Crazy… …! What a change of direction!”

They managed to trample down a few of the cavalrymen who had fallen behind, but most of the rest managed to turn around and escape safely.

Outrageous turning maneuver.

It was a feat possible because they were the Ailun Cavalry Archers, renowned throughout Robertland.

However, Harun’s expression became even more grim.

“You dare… …take out the cavalry in front of me?”

The Norberg region in the northwestern part of Robertland was famous for its cavalry.

The low, wide hills that stretched out endlessly were a great environment for horses to run and play.

But among them all, the Ailun White Horse was special.

The white horses that grew up drinking the magical waters of Naelund, the largest lake in the world, were the most famous horses, and were even capable of holding Aurors.

In front of the gale-force cavalry armed with Ailun white horses… … how dare you?

“Cavalry! Get those out of the way! And infantry! Charge! Sweep them all away!”

“yes!”

At Harun’s command, the retreating heavy cavalry and lancers turned around again.

The target is Lancen’s cavalry chasing the archers.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo!

“We turn too! Charge!”

Katrina also quickly turned around and ran towards the Storm Cavalry.

Meanwhile, the 6,000 warriors and 8,000 mercenaries directly under the King of the Wind also charged towards the Lancen army.

Troops from both sides clash with all their might everywhere.

* * *

The first ones to collide were Lancen’s cavalry led by Katrina and Harun’s cavalry led by Barkan.

At that moment of collision,

Swordmaster Balkan, known as ‘Force Majeure’, has already experienced something he has only experienced a few times in his life twice today.

Oh my god!

“Did you stop it?”

His great sword rang out, zing-zing-zing.

His horse, pushed aside by the impact, let out a growl.

Balkan laughed heartily without realizing it.

“Isn’t it thrilling?”

It was a little less thrilling earlier.

Because the infantry lads had joined forces to block him.

It was just as soft as a cushion.

Balkan wanted nothing more than a single, heavy, momentary clash.

Muscles that were tense and about to burst, an aura that surged through my entire body, a terrible weight that weighed down my entire body.

In that moment, he felt alive.

Now, I felt it.

By the warrior with his hair fluttering like a lion’s mane before your eyes.

I wasn’t at all curious about how he could block his own Auror Blade with a mere Auror Thread.

“What’s your name?”

“Katrina.”

“Good. It’s Balkan.”

As he said this, he turned his rider around and regained his charging distance.

I just wanted it.

I hope this toy lasts a little longer without breaking.

* * *

‘It’s more difficult than I thought, isn’t it?’

One of the Seven Whirlwinds,

The matchmaker, Jedak, clicked his tongue.

14,000 infantry 5,000 infantry.

When the Japanese launched their assault, I thought it would be a battle with an obvious outcome.

Because the numbers were so different.

But when I actually encountered it… …

‘What kind of ancient weapon are you wearing?’

Those who formed a tight formation with ancient shields at the forefront were completely impenetrable.

He thrusts his long spear over the shield, making it difficult to even approach.

‘I must open the way.’

So I stepped forward.

He was about to deflect the ancient shield blocking his front with his Aura Sword and kill the shield-bearer who had a gap exposed by tearing it open.

hook!

A pitch-black arrow flew in without a sound.

With a lot of aura.

Sizzle!

The arrow that grazed his cheek caused a long line of blood to form.

‘ah?’

It was a stroke of luck.

I just dodged an arrow.

no.

It wasn’t like I avoided it. I happened to see an arrow when I turned my head for a moment… … I quickly wrapped an aura shield around my skin and swatted it away from my face.

Creepy.

The thought that I could have died.

That thought turned on the switch of the matchmaker, Jedark.

licking.

Licking the blood flowing down his cheek, Jedak quickly found his opponent.

An archer was seen hiding among the enemy soldiers.

Our eyes met.

Rivera Pietro.

Jedak smiled broadly at the best archer in Kushan City.

“Let’s stick together. Do you die? Do I die?”

The matchmaker, Jedak.

He is a thrill seeker.

He was a warrior who always ran into danger and survived.

* * *

Lancen’s heavily armored men did not simply hold out when faced with Harun’s infantry, which outnumbered them by nearly three to one. Instead, they crushed the enemy.

The secret to making this possible was in the diagonal formation.

The troops, divided into left, center, and right wings, line up in a diagonal line against the enemy.

The right wing advances.

The central army is maintained.

The left is slowly retreating.

The warriors of the Storm King, who had charged without any particular strategy, were caught in the diagonal formation.

First they collide with the advancing right wing, then with the center, and finally with the left wing.

At this time, Lancun’s army deployed more and more elite troops on the right wing.

The elite soldiers of the prominent right wing started the fight first, quickly picking off enemy soldiers, then rushed towards the center and then the left wing, crushing the enemy’s flanks.

The relatively weak center and left wing fell back and started the fight late, allowing them to stall for time until the right wing arrived to help.

Lancen’s heavily armored men had already experienced the power of this diagonal formation against the orcs, so they were able to enter the battle with confidence.

Even the elite warriors who were the core of the force were armed with ancient weapons, and in the rear, 3,500 archers continuously shot black arrows to support them… … .

5 thousand to 14 thousand?

Rather, Lansen’s side ate Harun’s side.

* * *

Varen Rhonda.

At 24 years old and the third son of the Lancun family, he was assigned to the right wing, crushing the enemy infantry’s flank.

“Zahir!”

He continued to advance, stabbing and killing enemy soldiers without hesitation, and finally found the target he was looking for.

“Oh, it’s you? The kid I saw in Kushan City.”

Zahir, the Hundred Victorious, smiled broadly as he placed his bloody sword on his shoulder.

Baren didn’t like his leisure.

“You… … were looking for you.”

“Me? But why are you so angry?”

“Why?”

Baren thought.

The humiliation of that day.

It wasn’t just the humiliation of being hit.

A humiliation far more terrible and miserable than that.

It was like my cherished dream was falling apart.

As a warrior. No, as a human being, it was an unbearable misery.

‘… … Even after becoming the best, I couldn’t even properly show off my skills to my hyung!’

When he became an Expert, the first thing Baren wanted to do was to show off his skills to Lansen.

‘You’ve really gotten stronger!’ I wanted to hear those words.

however,

however……!

“Before I can even show you… my skills… …! If you make me blind! Hyung! Me! What will you think?!!!”

Hurrruk!

Blue flames burned in Baren’s eyes.

certainly,

The plan was to kill Zahir here.

* * *

I looked around the battlefield where the fighting was in full swing.

My younger siblings and my subordinates all seemed to be fighting well in their respective positions.

Infantrymen,

Between cavalrymen,

They each fought fiercely.

however,

Then one remains.

The King of the Storm’s cavalry.

Those who, if left alone, will trample the rear of the infantry. Who will stop them?

‘I won’t stop you.’

I held a 2.5 meter cavalry lance and charged into the middle of the cavalry archers on a short horse.

“Hey, stop it!”

“I can’t stop it!”

“Damn! What kind of Aura Thread is alive… …!”

The cavalry archers were already weak in close combat.

Even by ancient standards, there was no way that the Sword Master could stop my assault, which was at the Expert level.

He advanced forward, stabbing left and right, smashing skulls and striking them.

How much massacre could they have committed?

Finally, the person I’ve been waiting for has come to me.

“Are you stupid, Lansen?”

Harun, the Storm King.

He appeared before me leading ten guards.

“Let’s have a one-on-one battle, you sang a song… … and you’re calling me like this? If you wanted to die, you could have just hung yourself.”

Harun was very bewildered.

Well, that’s true.

When I looked around, there were enemies everywhere.

Not only the cavalry, but also the 10 bodyguards that Harun brought.

On the other hand, I was alone.

Anyone can see that the situation is far from one-on-one.

But so what?

Anyway, I met you, right?

I swung my lance sharply and aimed at the bastard.

“Why? Were you scared?”

Harun furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief.