Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Roybit Battle (5)
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The mage bastard was pointing his staff right at me, chanting his spell.
"An arrow to burn all filthy things before me..."
The moment I heard that, I channeled aura into my legs and charged forward at breakneck speed.
No, I had to run like hell.
There were allies beside me and behind me. I couldn't shove aside the platoon soldiers and dodge just to save my own skin.
"You cowardly bat-like fuck! Our guys are dropping like flies, and you're hiding in the back, slinging spells like that feels good, huh?"
I hurled the insult, but as expected, the mage—decked out in fancy clothes and wielding top-shelf gear—didn't react at all. He just kept chanting.
"A spear of flame to burn the enemy and protect me..."
'Fuck, what a tough bastard.'
Even in this game world, becoming a skilled mage meant focusing on leveling up, boosting intellect, and honing concentration.
This guy wasn't losing focus or fumbling his chant from my taunts. He had to be a pretty damn good mage.
You could tell from the high-end staff he was using, topped with an aquamarine gem.
On the bright side, it meant I had a shot at claiming a valuable head.
Put another way, one slip-up here, and it wouldn't be his head flying—it'd be mine.
'Fuck, this is war.'
I gripped my sword tight, sweat in my palms, and bellowed a threat at the enemy.
"I'm Martin Meyer, the mad dog of this mercenary corps, you spell-slinging fuck!"
The mage immediately raised his left hand, and soldiers with shields and swords, along with archers, swarmed to cover him.
"Protect the mid-tier mage lord! We can't let him die!"
"Hold out till he finishes chanting, fuck! Tense up!"
"Push with the shields!"
The bastards with the classic sword-and-shield combo restricted my movement with their massive shields.
'If I were an expert like Captain Dalton, I'd slice right through those shields.'
I genuinely lamented that I hadn't reached expert level yet.
"Fuck, you guys feel good hiding behind your shields like little boys behind Mommy?"
One of the shield guys who looked like their leader shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah. Jealous? Grab a shield yourself, you tiny-dicked punk."
Fuck, he sure knew how to talk shit.
Instead of venting my rage with curses, I focused aura into my legs and body, then slammed into them head-on.
The guys in front saw their chance and stabbed and slashed wildly with their swords, but they couldn't pierce my sturdy armor.
I pulled back a bit, gritted my teeth, and crashed into their shields again.
The shield that hit me held firm, but the guy behind it had his waist snap at a right angle.
"Fuck! Beat that bastard down! Stab him till he drops! Protect the mage, you worthless shits!"
Once I broke through the shield wall, I shoved them aside and kept charging fast.
If I let that mid-tier mage finish his spell here, not only my men but I'd end up barbecued too.
Even in that chaos, the mage completed his chant.
"Ignis's spear shall burn the enemy!"
Now he just needed to invoke it, and the spell would activate. A hot fireball had already formed at the tip of his staff.
Even to my untrained eyes when it came to mana, the dense blue mana was visibly condensing in front of the mana stone.
It looked pretty in the game, but seeing it aimed at me in real life? Just like staring at a bomb about to blow. Pure bullshit.
The mage aimed his staff at me and gritted his teeth.
"Fire Spe..."
"Not a chance, you lifelong virgin mage fuck!"
I severed his staff with my sword just as he was almost done chanting.
"Fuck, my staff!"
The mage didn't even try to grab the fallen pieces of his pricey gear. He turned tail to run...
"Fuck, if I let you go, I'll cut my own dick off. You pathetic mage who can only sling spells from behind others!"
I swung my sword, and his head flew clean off his turned back.
"Martin Meyer has beheaded the enemy mid-tier mage!"
I shouted as I held up his head, and our mercenary corps erupted in cheers.
Some guys sighed in relief and shook their heads.
"Mad dog, my ass. Fuck, never thought I'd see some lunatic charge straight at a chanting mage."
The rookie meat shields stared at me with shining eyes.
"Whoa, fuck, that's badass. Smashing through shields with his body and taking the mage's head..."
Squad leaders and higher-ups swung their weapons enthusiastically in response.
"Don't let Platoon Leader Martin hog all the glory! Time for us to grab our share, fuck!"
The fact that my solo stunt had boosted the morale of hundreds in our corps made my heart pound like mad.
Excitement heated my whole body.
'I want to unleash this burning sensation right here.'
A fiercer urge than the impulse to fuck a beauty gripped me, and I decided not to fight it.
"Martin Platoon!"
The platoon responded.
"Yeah!"
"The chicken-head bastards' lines are broken elsewhere too! Isn't it time for us to rampage?"
"Yeah! We gotta kill 'em all!"
These punks who could only squeak like chicks—minus the veterans and squad leaders—sure turned brave when it counted.
Still, better a guy be bravely stupid than a whiny coward pissing himself like a little girl.
"Captain Dalton!"
"Martin's platoon takes point! Fuck, ram those flailing cow shits up front! Show 'em today what real men are made of!"
His words moved me so much I trembled.
"Fuck, thank you! We'll kill every last one of those cow bastards today."
Dalton acknowledged it, and over 300 soldiers gathered around me.
"Follow mad dog Martin! Let's bite hard today!"
"Gonna make bank this time, snag a pretty girl, and live cozy in the countryside. That's life, boys."
"A man's life is short and thick. Die or hit the jackpot—pick one!"
'Perfect. Now's the moment.'
I gripped my sword with both hands and scanned for weaknesses under that black cow flag where the panicking bastards floundered.
After focusing for a few seconds, I spotted a completely open gap in their already chaotic formation.
Hit there, and those fucks wouldn't lift a finger before we wiped them out.
Angle locked in—now it was all about charging with pure guts.
"Long live the White Beard Mercenary Corps! Charge right in there!!"
I started running, and the soldiers around me followed suit.
Grinding their teeth to earn respect from those who'd looked down on them.
"Those Linefalz shitheads will have to admit how badass our corps is from today on."
Roars fueled by ambition for glory.
"Gonna rake in so much I'll retire! Build a house in some quiet village, buy land, grab a hot virgin, heh..."
Everyone had their own goals, but our immediate target was...
'Smash those cow bastards' heads and saunter back.'
Sun was almost down anyway. Rampage here, and the battle's done for today.
"Those retarded fucks can't even launch spells or arrows! Fuck, just charge and kill!"
My shout spiked the corps' morale even higher.
And we slammed straight into those slow-ass cow-like bastards up ahead.
"Kill!"
I swung my sword with iron resolve to slaughter every last enemy soldier.
"Fuck, you crazy bearded fucks! You call yourselves human?"
I lopped off the head of the prick spouting that crap.
"What bullshit is this weak?"
The others rode the momentum and fought like demons.
"Don't let the mad bastard rampage alone! Ain't Martin the only stud in our corps?"
"Just swing hard! Hit anywhere, and you'll crack an enemy skull!"
"Sex ain't shit—this is sex!"
Crude banter backed by devastating power shattered the ox hires from Montmartre the Slug in seconds.
From the rear, Karin and even Lucia joined the support fire.
"Burn the enemy before me, Fireball!"
"Armor doesn't make arrows bounce off, you know?"
We all pulled together and stomped the remaining cow shits hard when the recall trumpet blared.
Dalton heard it, shrugged, and grinned.
"Fuck, let's head back. Meat and booze on me tonight!"
