Chapter 75 - Volume 2
TL: Boss battle!
Chapter 19 – The silver blade, the white knight
—————– Medes POV —————–
Medes suddenly realized he had suddenly lost the ability to control the battefield. He had nearly ten thousand undead under his command, but he was unable to use them effectively. He first thought that the enemy had made their way around his army after receiving the initial reports of losing two companies, and thus sent out his army by spreading them out like two wings, with Ebdon and Wesker leading them.
But not even half an hour later, Gloeb and Ladios lost both their left flanks.
[This group of refugees…. No, this secret army… Given their speed and effective tactics, they are as good as our main force, or even better than that. Aouine’s imperial guards? Or The Knights of Freedom? It feels like someone of great importance is leading the refugees.]
Medes looked at the map which had circles and lines drawn on it. It was apparent as to what the enemy wanted to accomplish.
[They’re trying to break out of the siege by force! The enemy is moving in straight lines at our positions, cutting through our forces like a sharp knife into our heart.]
The youth burst out from the tempest. A blue magical sigil was shining on his right hand, and when he pointed his sword forward, the tempest immediately moved towards towards the undead forces.
At that moment, Brendel was the ruler of the tempest and he yelled out two words.
“Magic Control!”
Rows of skeletons crashed into each other, and a few of the skeletons’ Soul Fire were blown out as the tempest blew straight into them.
But Brendel suffered damage as he had charged through the tempest, and he fell off the horse.
Everyone in the battlefield stopped their actions when he saw him falling off.
Freya who was leading the militia who happened to see this scene by coincidence covered her mouth with her hand with a silent scream forming in her.
[Even if it is him, he can also collapse?]
The mercenaries who followed him lost their grips on the horses’ reins, and finally woke up from their dream.
But Brendel quickly shrugged off the effects and readied himself in an instant before he even touched the ground.
[This is the best moment. Charge. Activate.]
Once his feet landed on the ground, he jumped up and launched himself like an arrow. A silver line streaked across the battlefield.
Everyone watched that striking silver line—- which symbolized a miracle.
Once the line came to a stop, twelve skeletons were severed into half. Brendel had jumped straight into the midst of undead with his sword held high up.
He looked at the gigantic undead knight before him that was covered in white armor, as well as the frost colored flames in his eyes.
[So it’s you. The Pale Knight Ebdon, former hero of Aouine.] Brendel looked at him and readied his sword, a thin gathering of wind forming on the gleaming sword.
“Your road ends here, young man!” Ebdon looked at Brendel as he parried his sword.
[A silver-ranked knight.] Brendel did not fight the impact from the opponent’s sword and retreated immediately.
[This is going to be difficult.]