Chapter 905 - Black Iron Wall
Fel released his sword and slammed his forehead into the opponent's head.
Lados didn't have the space to do anything with his sword either.
Weren't they both rolling on the ground?
Their tangled postures stabilized quickly.
One was in a position straddling the other while pressing down on their thigh with a leg, and the person on top was Fel.
Lados tried to hold out by grabbing Fel's arm until the end, and Fel pulled his right elbow behind his back while his left arm was caught by him.
He then rotated his torso in that awkward, raised-waist posture and swung his elbow.
Ppak!
Ujik!
Lados barely managed to shield his face with his arm, but it was hard to say he blocked it.
The forearm used as a shield bent inward with the sound of bone breaking.
"Kkeup."
A second groan flowed from Lados's mouth.
Even though his arm broke, a scream didn't burst out.
The technique called Endure prevents the body's reaction to pain from becoming sluggish.
It's a skill commonly trained by knights.
Lados endured.
Fel looked into Lados's shaking pupils while pressing down on his body.
He seemed to ask with his eyes.
Why, why was he being beaten like this.
Since he was also a knight, he naturally wore Iron Skin.
Iron Skin is a technique that strengthens the skin and bones of the entire body through Will.
Of course, it's not enough to block a blade wrapped in Will, but shouldn't it block blunt impacts a few times?
The meaning of the question contained in his eyes was something like this.
"Not a chance."
Fel said aloud.
He even caught his breath.
It was fine to show that much leisure.
In a way, it was a natural result.
One side specialized in speed and pursued extreme speed to stab and cut down anyone who approached the circular domain centered on him.
Would such a person painstakingly train Iron Skin?
Also, Lados transformed the Will inside his body by visualizing thin and hard needles.
That was the most suitable armor and most effective weapon when fighting with a sword specializing in speed, but it became a weakness once it turned into a dogfight while clinging to each other.
The current situation was just a result of all this mixing together.
Although Fel's left hand could not move either, now it was the same for Lados.
Not long after, Fel's elbow tore into Lados's head.
Sounds of Kung, Jjeok, Ppeok were heard consecutively.
Blood splattered everywhere thanks to getting hit properly while trying to block with a broken arm.
Victory and defeat were decided.
The amount of flowing blood wasn't small.
Starting from the forehead, even part of his ear was torn, rolling on the floor.
Audin, who was watching from who knows when, said to Themares standing beside him.
"Look. As expected, people must learn by rolling."
"I see."
Although Fel didn't learn martial arts deeply separately, he naturally acquired it while getting beaten.
The opponent couldn't do so.
The moment the two stuck together and rolled on the ground, the outcome was already decided.
The Dragonkin just accepted it.
His interest was focused on one side.
Just as all Dragonkin are.
However, coming out this far right now wasn't purely because of Enkrid.
Because some unpleasant sensation stimulated him.
He intended to find out what that was by watching from now on.
"Aaaak!"
Just because one is a knight, their scream when dying wasn't different from others.
Lados burst out his death throes.
As his head tore, he felt dizzy, and he couldn't stop Fel's fist from lodging into his face.
That was his end.
An eyeball popped out and rolled on the floor.
"Waaa!"
Fel straightened his back and screamed a strange cry toward the sky.
It was a shout of victory.
Just because the Knight's Duel began with a one-on-one match, it didn't mean every fight would follow the tradition of formally calling out an opponent.
"Go out and sweep them away."
As soon as the outcome was decided, the Great Emperor spoke.
All of the Southern knights stepped forward.
Enkrid saw part of the enemy knight order approaching with quick steps from afar.
There was no one among them who wasn't impressive.
Every single one revealed bloody momentum fiercely.
Since it was just before fighting, there was no need to hide killing intent.
Momentum became intimidation, and intimidation clumped like dark clouds woven with chains, pressing down on the hearts of those watching.
"Cypress! Will you run away saying you're tired? Anyway, this was a fight between you and me!"
At the center, the Frog Knight shouted triumphantly.
This side was exhausted to the limit, and that side was in peak condition.
So it was a fight fine to avoid.
Enkrid was also full of thought to step up instead, but he instinctively knew that wouldn't happen.
Even though he hadn't watched for long, he felt like he knew what kind of knight Cypress was.
"My opponent is decided. Can I leave the rest to you?"
Cypress said.
Even without specifying who, everyone knew whom his words were directed at.
"It's difficult for me to deal with all the rest though?"
Lien threw words mixed with a joke.
A joke was because the words weren't directed at himself.
The only person of the same rank as Cypress in this place was one who was in a position leading another knight order.
Enkrid took action without a particular answer.
"Dunbakel, pull Fel out."
Fel had just smashed the enemy's head.
Although he stood up planting Idolslayer on the ground after sprawling as is, he didn't look physically fit to fight more.
Dunbakel threw her body without answering.
Dunbakel, who sprinted kicking the ground, drew a white line and stood in front of Fel digging up the ground.
"Can still fight."
Although Fel insisted with his mouth, his body was quietly entrusted to the beastkin.
In reality, he had no stamina or Will left to overdo it further here.
Since it was a quite rugged fight.
"Shut up before I throw you to the Wolves"
Dunbakel's sprint was truly fast, and the opponent didn't overdo it to kill Fel.
Thanks to that, Fel quietly retreated to the back.
"Lucky, weren't you?"
As he returned to the rear becoming a burden like that, Ropord said seeing that.
Fel opened his mouth forgetting about injuries.
"It's skill. Difference in talent. He was a tree you couldn't climb. If it were you, you would have died, so offer morning greetings saying thank you every time we meet. Nerd."
"Are you saying you want to be stabbed every morning?"
Ropord acted as if he didn't see Fel getting angry about not being able to fight anymore, and Fel responded so Ropord shouldn't have to say trivial words.
Whatever happened, the two fought well.
Now it was their turn to be spectators.
Enkrid opened his mouth watching Dunbakel bringing Fel.
"Rem."
No explanation was needed for Rem.
He reacted on his own just hearing his name.
"Looking at it, there isn't a single guy who will be easily defeated, but we must greet them, right? That is the courtesy towards guests. I will go for a Western-style greeting."
Simultaneously with words, he grabbed slings in both hands and spun them.
The slings spinning turned into a wiiiiing sound in an instant.
The projectile Rem threw with the sling was like a teleportation spell activating.
As soon as his hand turned, the head of a knight wearing a black helmet burst.
One of the fifteen who survived the fight with Cypress.
The remaining one lifted a jet-black square shield to block.
Kwang!
It was natural for the shield to crumble and break along with the explosion, but it didn't.
A few patterns on the surface of the shield shone dimly, and the area blocking the projectile rippled, enduring perfectly fine.
"Oho?"
Rem's mouth opened naturally.
Except for one dead guy, everyone held shields, and they all reeked of sorcery.
Although slightly different from the Western style, the structure itself wasn't vastly different.
'Similar to Rock Snail, perhaps.'
In the West, monsters called Rock Snails live, and an enchantment sorcery called Snail Shell made by observing that monster exists.
The sorcery cast on that shield right now looked similar.
The Rock Snail's shell had the property of absorbing and dispersing impact.
Harder than steel and possessed hardness that wouldn't even scratch from ordinary sword cuts.
"These bastards are sparking a challenging spirit?"
Rem said, folding one of the two slings and placing his left hand on his his axe handle, while spinning only one sling held in his right hand.
If that side uses sorcery, should this side just use strength like the bear beastkin?
'Actually, even that bastard Audin mixes techniques.'
Audin also enjoyed prioritizing technique over prioritizing strength.
Guys who attack looking only at such outward appearances are defeated by Audin every time.
'Same right now.'
If they think they just need to block simple projectiles.
'It will hurt quite a bit.'
Wiiiing.
The sling spins.
Guys holding black shields stepped to the front against the projectile attack and stuck side by side.
The Lihin-Stetten Knight Order walked without formation.
Despite blocking the front with shields, there were many who slipped out to their sides and walked leisurely.
Some of them didn't bother going out of the formation and quietly followed behind the shields.
The Great Emperor at the very rear didn't give any orders to them.
"Cypress, surely you aren't thinking of blocking that again? That is the Black Iron Wall Formation. It won't break easily, so don't waste your strength charging in recklessly. If you get any more exhausted than you already are, it won't be fun for me."
A few including Enkrid and Rem spinning the sling felt the insidiousness of the Frog named Beharli.
'It feels like he's reciting Cypress' name just to make us worry about it.'
Because he had successfully made everyone think the same thing: That looks tough.
Even knowing it was a mind game, it was hard to ignore.
The knights forming the Black Iron Wall synchronized their breathing and slammed their shields onto the ground.
Thud!
The ground shook, and dust rose around them.
Stones caught under the edges of the shields shattered and scattered.
Instead of answering, Cypress took out his sword, Resolve, pressed it against his forehead, and prayed.
The content of the prayer remained unknown.
"Rem."
Enkrid called to his unit member.
"Don't rush me."
Rem answered and threw the projectile held in his hand.
Boom—!
The air burst as the projectile struck the shield wall again.
Kwaaaang!
An explosion that seemed to tear the eardrums followed.
Ripples surged across the connected shields.
The surface undulated as if three or four waves had crashed into it consecutively.
It seemed like proof that the wall would absolutely not be pierced by force alone.
"Hmm?"
A knight standing behind the shield wall tilted his head in confusion.
"Three in front, drop your shields."
It was a gentle voice.
The three Faceless Knights obeyed immediately.
Watching this, Rem snapped his fingers and grinned.
"Too late."
Crack.
In the center of the Black Iron Wall, the projectile Rem had shot didn't bounce off.
It stuck to the surface and began to glow red hot.
"Burst."
Bang!
Flames and pressure tore through the shields.
Just moments ago, Rem had overlapped two sorceries and enchanted the projectile before throwing it.
One was the Soul of an Iron Leech, and the other was the Soul of a Flame Demon.
Both involved storing monster souls and utilizing them—a level of skill that ordinary shamans couldn't even mimic.
The Iron Leech goes crazy for metal, sticking to it and gnawing it away, while the Flame Demon detonates with a massive fiery explosion proportional to the impact.
Rem had added his own sorcery power to bind these two souls into the projectile.
With that single shot, the formation was disrupted.
The helmets of the three knights at the front split open, revealing pale skin underneath.
The blood pooling on the floor and their shattered skulls proved their lives had ended.
Rem exhaled heavily, acting as if that strike had taken a lot out of him.
It was a posture perfectly designed to make the opponent let their guard down.
Seeing Rem like that, the gentle-voiced knight who had stepped forward earlier spoke again.
"It's coming again."
Exactly as he said.
Rem had pretended to rest and lowered his sling, but another projectile was already loaded and ready.
Vwoom-whoosh!
One turn became two, accelerating into high-speed rotation instantly.
As he extended his arm, the projectile tore through the air with another deafening boom.
This time, one enemy knight snatched the shield from the guy next to him and overlapped the two.
Bang!
It stuck with the Iron Leech soul again, but the opponent's response was different.
The knight holding the two overlapped shields threw them forward violentlY.
Whoosh!
A heavy lump of iron flew back at them, but there was no one on this side who would be hit by something so simple.
Before the shields could reach anyone, they froze in mid-air with a crunching sound, icicles forming instantly in the space between the two armies.
If the previous shot was a Flame Demon, this time he had contained the Soul of a Snow Mountain Evil Spirit.
The Snow Mountain Evil Spirit is a monster that freezes even blood the moment it touches it.
It was a creature one might only encounter in the polar regions far beyond the West.
Its drawback was that it was only useful for short-term decisive battles.
If there is no medium nearby when the ice forms, it quickly turns into an ordinary lump of ice.
Just as a Snow Mountain Evil Spirit naturally fades and dies when the blizzard stops, its sustainability was terrible.
But thanks to the shields flying and bursting into ice in mid-air, patches of frozen ground appeared here and there between the two armies.
It looked as if someone had intentionally pooled water on the ground and froze it in spots.
"Truly killing it."
Lien nodded in approval.
He had no hesitation in acknowledging skill, whether it came from an ally or an enemy.
That was just his personality.
Enkrid didn't even feel the need to admire it, since he had expected Rem to do at least this much.
Although the intensity of the flames and the flash-freezing were indeed impressive.
Enkrid watched the situation quietly, then took a step forward.
'Is it right to deal with them slowly from here?'
No matter how he looked at it, their numbers were clearly insufficient.
His eyes scanned the distance between the Great Emperor and the knights who had formed the Black Iron Wall, now reduced to a group holding half-collapsed black shields.
'Doesn't seem necessary to wait.'
Enkrid made his decision and moved.
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