Chapter 132
Chapter 132
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 132
Chapter Title: Whose Hand Do the Gods of War Raise?
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“Carry me on your back, quick…!”
Her words snapped me back to reality.
A woman strong enough to wield aura collapsing due to paralysis in her lower body was a loss of fighting strength. So I decided to piggyback her.
But even after making up my mind, my hands hesitated.
Her lower armor must have been torn off—her pale, soft-looking buttocks and thighs were fully exposed.
Was it okay to touch that?
I froze for a moment.
“Hurry, hurry!”
Urged on by her, I had no choice but to hoist her onto my back.
The armor pressing against my back was incredibly hard, but what my hands touched felt impossibly soft and plush for anything on this battlefield.
Squish, squish.
She’d said she had no sensation in her lower body, and that didn’t seem like a lie. Or maybe she didn’t have a moment to care.
The noblewoman Enya said nothing even as a strange man groped her ass. She simply swung her sword at the surroundings while clinging to my back.
“Where to now!? Flee to base camp!?”
“Forward, we push forward! Keep going ahead!”
“Se-seriously…?”
“I’m not joking around like some Sardici fool! Hurry! This chaos won’t end until we sever the enemy commander Anxius’s head!”
Enya gripped my neck tightly with one hand and tilted her body this way and that.
It felt like she was steering me like a horse, making me feel like nothing more than a tool. Strangely enough, I didn’t hate it.
Squish, squish.
Freely groping the soft ass in my hands, I couldn’t help but think that living for the moment wouldn’t be so bad, just for today.
"For the daughter of a count to let herself be carried in a man’s arms—no, on a barbarian’s back—without a hint of shame. If word got out, no political marriage proposals might ever come her way, miss."
“Shut your mouth! We’re charging the camp alive, so think up your defense for the inquisitors!”
"Oh, scary. But don’t you get it? The only ally around you is that one barbarian. Scrape together what you can, and it’s still just a ragtag bunch. You’re only padding our numbers."
“Urk-.”
"The quick raid had gone well enough. Of course, this was bait. What the lady was aiming for was buying time for reinforcements while I bit."
“You know it well! Once the main force arrives, it’s truly over!”
Enya, the furious lady of Sodomora, growled in frustration. Anxius responded.
"But if I end it all before then, that’s that. Everything will be wrapped up before the main force shows."
Sure enough, as Anxius said, the soldiers who’d fought valiantly were collapsing into the mud here and there, torn apart by the undead.
Groooar.
Not just dying—they rose again as undead.
This vicious cycle left me and Enya stranded like an island amid a horde of undead.
Graaaah!
Kraaaar!
Skeletons with glowing red eyes charged at us from all sides. Enya, aura cloaking her blade, swung her arms furiously in resistance.
“Haa, haa-.”
But her breathing from my back grew ragged, her swings slowing bit by bit. Fatigue was setting in.
And the ass gripped in my hands was slick with sweat pouring from her cuts, making it hard to run through the mud with her draped over me.
My fingers kept slipping, trying to slide into the deep crevice between. I was dying in every sense.
As my own breath grew heavy, Enya whispered in my ear from my back, as if coaxing me.
“Samaritan, just a bit more effort. If we survive this, you’ll receive a great reward for your merits!”
“…A great reward?”
“I’ll recommend it to my father! You can look forward to it! Urgh, ah…!”
Right then, Lady Enya let out a scream.
“…What happened? Are you okay!?”
“Su-suddenly, a sensation I’ve never felt…. Haa, it’s nothing! Charge that camp alive!”
My finger had slipped into that smooth crevice. Her reaction was probably from that. What I’d touched must’ve been some deep, precious valley.
Damn, touching a noblewoman’s body like this is a huge crime. Forget reward—I might get punished, and I was shaking at the thought.
More than that, charging through this mud and undead horde to the mage with a noble lady on my back? I had no intention of doing something so insane.
Splash.
Then skeletons crawled up through the mud. As I kicked at the ones grabbing my ankles.
“Ah, aaah-! H-hiii!”
Enya screamed and bounced off my body. The sudden motion must’ve been too much stimulation.
"Miss, your horsemanship is terrible. Well—. What’re you waiting for. She wants to come alive, so drag her in. Politely, alive."
Groooowl-.
At the voice from the sky, the skeletons swarmed toward Enya on the ground.
"Miss, since you can wield aura, you’ll make a fine death knight. You’ll command Pluto’s army."
“Like hell I will!”
Enya swung her sword to fend off the skeletons, but they pinned and bit at the hand holding it, crushing her to the ground.
“Haaa, uwaaa!”
Enya roared like a beast from under her helmet. Screaming didn’t solve anything, of course.
"And bring that Samaritan too. Dead or alive, I don’t care. With his weird karma, I can make something fun."
Kraaaar!
Skeletons lunged not just at Enya, but me too.
If it were just basic skeletons, maybe, but among them were fresh soldier corpses—their weight and strength were no joke.
No matter how much I trained, leveled up, or even learned aura, it seemed useless against a group beating!
“Argh, fuck! Ack!”
I took hits from all sides as the undead trampled and bit me.
I’d ditched my armor for gale tactics, leaving only thick leather to protect me. But it didn’t save me from the pain.
“Argh, fuck, it hurts like hell!”
As I wailed in every direction.
“This is the authority of the underworld god Pluto…. Lady Minerva, and gods of the high mountains Hypos. Have mercy on us….”
I heard Enya’s prayer, crushed like me under the undead.
Prayer, huh.
That’s all a helplessly dying person can do.
“Save the lady, save Lady Enya!”
“The horses, the horses won’t listen!”
“Fuck this-.”
“Retreat-.”
“No! Reinforcements soon-.”
“Hold on-!”
Voices blurred into my ears. Buried under the undead pile and dying, I barely moved my jaw and tongue.
“Lo-long live the su-sun…!”
Ding-.
『You can borrow authority by consuming 200 Karma Value.』
『Hassan’s current Karma Value: 282.』
『Yes.』
『No.』
Groooar.
I tried moving my hand to press the floating 『Yes』 button. But the undead swarming to smash me left no room even for that.
“…F-fuck these bastards! Get off me!”
I squeezed every ounce of strength to move my arm. But every option was blocked—I couldn’t even press the button right in front of me.
Shit, am I dying like this?
As my breath choked off, my life flashed before my eyes.
School, military, parents’ faces, little sister, the otherworld I’d suddenly fallen into. The white-haired heroine, and the cabin where the pink-haired girl waited.
"Hassan. Look! It’s a wolf spider! Woof woof! Like it? Same as you!"
Even Luna calling me.
'So this is the real life-flashing-before-your-eyes.'
'Hassan, you’re really useless. Can’t even stand straight? That’s why you’re a slave.'
No, fuck this shitty flashback. Why show me Elfriede?
-Rit.
Boom-!
As my fading mind grew hazy from lack of air, a strange explosion rang out, and my body suddenly felt lighter. What the fuck? What’s happening?
My blocked breath eased a bit. Finally, I could move my finger to press the letters floating before me.
The Yes button I’d wanted to hit so badly!
Ding-.
『Alright, brother. Going big for one shot.』
Pew-.
Something fast cut through the air.
KABOOM-!
A massive impact and explosion followed, leaving only ringing in my ears.
Before I could adjust to the bizarre situation, my body floated into the air. My vision filled with blinding light—the world turned pure white.
The opposite of blackout: a brutal whiteout.
Lost in a realm of light too bright to distinguish friend from foe, the restraints pinning me vanished, letting me stand.
“You fucking idiot, still doing stupid shit. Can’t watch this.”
Was the flashback not over?
In the white world, a fairy face with white hair and red eyes appeared clearly amid the glow.
Fuck, my last sight before dying is Elfriede?
“Elfriede Schlang!”
I yelled in rage. It’s just a flashback anyway. A dream. Might as well vent everything I couldn’t say before dying—it’d feel good.
“Ganfriede! You bitch! Why the fuck are you crashing my flashback too! Switch to Luna!”
“W-what!? Who!?”
Seeing Elfriede flustered by my curses felt great. Since it was like this, I decided to go bolder.
I strode toward her and reached out.
Squish-.
My hand grabbed the huge breasts I’d always sneaked peeks at. The sensation through her leather clothes felt vivid.
Flashbacks are 4D, huh.
Sniff sniff.
Even her unique grassy scent.
They say flashbacks are hallucinations from the brain replaying stored info, but this felt real.
“….”
Elfriede’s pissed-silent expression matched the real thing perfectly. High fidelity, vivid feel—pretty fun.
Maybe this was my brain’s final reward before death. Gotta say my piece.
“Fuck, big-tits Ganfriede bitch! Seducing guys with those tits! But yeah, I wanted to grope them once…. So squishy. Truth is, I don’t wanna die….”
“You, you crazy fuck! Wanna die for real, you shit!? Think you can get away with it lately!!”
Something flashed before my eyes.
Then vision went black.
* * *
“Gaaahk-!”
I bolted up with a weird yell. I’d had a nightmare from hell, but waking up, I remembered nothing.
Calming my pounding heart, I sighed in relief that it was just a dream. More than that, when did I even fall asleep?
Looking around, two moons hung in the dusky evening sky.
“He’s awake! He’s awake! Samaritan’s up!”
Below, grim faces smeared with mud and blood everywhere. What the fuck, was this hell? Or still dreaming?
But the stench of mud and sweat said no. The pain throbbing on my face was too real for a dream.
Throb throb.
My eyelids hurt like hell.
“What the… fuck….”
Touching my face, my left eye socket felt grotesquely swollen—I freaked.
Prod.
Pressing lightly shot pain like electricity, making me groan.
When did I get this injury?
I checked my arms and legs—minor scratches everywhere, but nothing major.
“Phew-.”
Only then did I sigh in relief.
I asked the men peering at me cautiously.
“What the hell happened?”
“A bizarre light explosion killed all the battlefield undead. Then we rescued you and the lady from the blast, and the main force arrived soon after-.”
Rustle.
Pushing through the talking men, I slowly stood.
Turning my head, I realized this was the plain before Valdez camp, the battlefield.
But under moonlight, the scenery felt different from what I remembered.
Whoooosh-.
The flat plain now had a massive crater like a meteor strike. The center plunged dozens of meters deep.
Under moonlight, the pit looked pitch-black, like the earth had opened its maw—chilling.
“…After that bizarre explosion, the terrain changed. Amazing, right? Only gods’ authority can do this.”
“The silent gods of Hypos heard our prayers for sure! Anyway, the tide’s turned big time—good news!”
People laughed and chattered happily. I shifted gaze to the distant burning Valdez camp.
Wooden barricades blackened and flames roaring everywhere—it felt majestic.
Staring at the blazing camp, I asked the air.
“…So the war’s over?”
“Not yet—the main force went in to capture mage Anxius. Two thousand armed soldiers and mages, so he’ll be dragged out soon.”
“Or carried out dead.”
Others chimed in. Like finally spitting out held-back words.
“Fuck, should’ve sent the main force from the start.”
“No—if we had, that freak giant might’ve wiped us. Using us as bait sucked, though.”
“Ah, that giant. Thought some hell monster crawled up. Moros? Isn’t Moros an ancient death god…? No way it was really Moros….”
“No chance. Anyway, one damn strong giant. Andrea, who took down twenty, got bisected without a fight.”
“If it lived, half of us might’ve died…. Sounds exaggerated, but felt real….”
People shuddered recalling the ash-gray giant at dusk. Some gulped hard breaths.
“…Still, unbelievable sight. You charging that monster without hesitation! Thought you were being dragged!”
Someone said to me.
Racking my brain, they thought my magnetic pull to the giant’s hand was me charging bravely.
“There’s, uh, circumstances…. I didn’t run at it willingly.”
“Modest, aren’t ya! We all saw you take down that monster! Looked down on you as a barbarian, but nothing more epic in my life.”
“Achilles vs. Hector couldn’t match it! In the age of romance, it’d be temple legend!”
“Didn’t even blink watching it all.”
People buzzed evaluating the battle.
Talk of the Valdez cultist purge and wounded continued till morning.
Flutter, flutter-.
Finally, veteran soldiers and knights planted Sodomora’s yellow flag atop the camp.