Chapter 132
Chapter 132
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 132
Chapter Title: Storming the Gates
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Helot and the Assault Squad barreled forward like a runaway locomotive, smashing into anything in their path.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The castle knights couldn't mount any resistance before being scattered.
In an instant, the Assault Squad had pierced into the heart of the knight order.
Helot spotted the enemy leader first.
There, surrounded by burly guards issuing loud commands, was his target.
"That's the one."
The guards spotted Helot charging with ferocious momentum and formed multiple layers to block him, assuming defensive stances.
"No chance in hell!"
Helot swung his sword with full force.
The lead knight swiftly raised his shield to block.
Boom!
The immense power sent him flying off his horse.
The Britanniker carrying Helot glared murderously at the enemy mounts.
Neighhh!
The horses panicked in terror, rearing up.
Knights tumbled from their saddles and were mercilessly trampled by the Assault Squad rushing to support Helot.
Helot cleaved the enemy leader in a single stroke.
Then he charged toward the castle gate, shouting.
"Advance!"
At his command, the Assault Squad surged toward the gate like a stampede.
Boom!
Kablooey!
No one could stop them, only arrows raining relentlessly from the walls.
A gale swirled around the Assault Squad, deflecting every arrow.
"Smash it down!"
Helot swung his sword with everything he had.
Flash!
An aura blade in the shape of a crescent moon flew forth, slamming into the gate.
Boom!
A massive explosion echoed.
Britannikers followed one after another, ramming the gate.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
But the gate, which seemed like it would shatter easily, refused to yield.
Instead, it handed the enemy the perfect setup for an attack.
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew!
Arrows poured down like a hailstorm from above.
Yet again, the fierce wind blew, shielding the Assault Squad.
'This isn't!'
Helot sensed it wasn't coincidence and shouted to the Assault Squad.
"Push again!"
As the Assault Squad pulled back from the gate for another run, a sight seized their attention.
Above Millerph, gripping his staff tightly, a brilliant white light shone.
His robe billowed as the staff head lit up the surroundings like daylight.
At the same instant, lightning flashed from the sky, thunder crashing down.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One bolt struck the gate dead-on.
Kablooey!
The gate exploded and burst into flames.
Everyone gaped at the sheer power.
A thick smile crept across Millerph's lips as he unleashed the Thunder Storm.
'Perfect!'
Casting a 5th Class spell felt no burden at all—like a technique he used every day.
It was only natural after reaching 7th Class; magic two tiers below was effortless.
Pleased with the result, Millerph curled his lips.
"Let's do this right."
He cast Fly.
As his body lifted into the air, he murmured a low rune incantation.
Thunder and lightning crashed from the sky once more, accompanied by gusts of wind.
"Magic attack incoming! Prepare!"
The castle knights tensed, bracing for the assault.
Millerph sneered down at them from above.
"The Storm!"
The gale infused with lightning swelled into a mighty hurricane.
It hurtled straight for the gate, sweeping away the archers on the walls and devouring the gate itself.
A section of the gate vanished without a trace.
It was pure terror.
Everyone watching was stunned.
"Ah, this is..."
"No... impossible..."
Millerph beamed with ecstasy after perfectly executing a 6th Class attack spell—via double casting, no less.
His joy was short-lived as Altros came to mind.
If that mage had gone all out against him, could he have blocked it?
If he'd unleashed the 8th Class 'Hellfire,' known as humanity's strongest attack, or the 9th Class 'Meteor Rain,' said to surpass mortal limits!
Not just the gate—the entire castle would have vanished.
He wondered why someone with such overwhelming power had fled.
He sensed that facing him again would be his 'last day.'
Growing strong enough to challenge him in short order was impossible.
So he planned to inflict maximum damage on Altros to aid Arthur.
The same went for facing Jangjarban, the empire's strongest knight.
After landing from his attack, Millerph thought of Arthur watching from somewhere.
'I hope you're at least somewhat satisfied.'
***
"Incredible."
"To think a human could unleash such an attack..."
From the ridge opposite the castle, Arthur and the Devil Squad watched Millerph's display in awe.
Dark asked Arthur.
"When do we move?"
Arthur scanned the surroundings while watching the Assault Squad and priests entering the castle.
With the gate breached, it was time for them to act.
But the enemy would be fully prepared.
'As long as I'm here, things won't go your way.'
Arthur glanced at Foshe.
"You brothers infiltrate the castle and lure the Namshar bastards to the eastern wall's end."
"Understood."
Arthur gripped Foshe's shoulder firmly as he accepted without question.
"They're dangerous. You might have to risk your lives."
"As long as we're with you, Young Master, we fear no foe."
"Thanks."
"Then we'll move out."
Foshe dashed toward the castle with his brothers.
Arthur watched their retreating figures and said to Dark.
"Secure an entry point and wait. Once their attention turns to the Light Brothers, infiltrate and find Viscount Vulcan."
"Capture alive?"
"No need. Kill all his minions. Just spare the women and children—don't sweep them up."
"Yes."
Dark signaled the Devil Squad with a nod, and they slipped away into the shadows.
Moments later.
Confirming Dark had secured the entry, Arthur drew his dagger from his back.
Sending the Light Brothers to lure them had a purpose.
Upon reaching 5-star, he'd gained a new power!
He'd expected an upgraded firearm like always, but got something entirely unexpected.
In the right hands, it could flip the battlefield in an instant.
He planned to use it on them.
Arthur's eyes gleamed with the cold ferocity of a predator eyeing prey.
"I'll sweep them away in one go."
***
"The gate's breached."
"But shouldn't we wait for those guys Laura mentioned before moving?"
"They'll show soon."
Men in black light armor closely watched below the tower.
Moments passed.
Someone pointed toward the walls.
"There—those guys?"
On the walls, plainly dressed men were easily subduing the castle knights.
"Just three?"
"We just need to handle the ones in our sector."
"Let's finish them quick."
The five men atop the tower vanished.
"Two of you, go below!"
"Got it!"
Ramni and Perry descended.
Foshe dealt with charging foes while waiting for them to appear.
Below was chaos and destruction as the Assault Squad rampaged on Britannikers.
The castle knights fled rather than fight.
They showed no fighting spirit—just pathetic flailing to survive.
The castle's fall seemed a matter of time.
"Still, they should be here by now..."
As Foshe scanned around, he felt a sudden killing intent.
"......!"
He snapped his head up.
A black-armored figure dropped from above, thrusting his sword.
"Damn!"
He threw himself aside with full power but yielded his shoulder.
A deep gash exposing bone.
"Urk."
Foshe grimaced, surveying his foes.
Five men stared back with sinister smirks.
"You know disappointing us isn't an option."
"But why just you lot? Where's the rest?"
"Find out yourself!"
Foshe swung his right arm.
Pew-pew-pew!
Daggers flew like arrows.
The foes calmly parried with their swords, unfazed.
Foshe sneered and fled, prompting scowls.
"That bastard!"
Enraged at being toyed with, they pursued en masse.
As planned, with them following, Foshe led them toward the eastern wall per Arthur's orders.
Likewise, Ramni and Perry had been spotted and were under brutal assault.
"Bro, we can't hold!"
"Hang on a bit longer!"
Ramni aimed to drag it out and draw them in.
But blocking the intensifying attacks with just two was tough.
Slash!
Swipe!
Wounds multiplied with each strike.
"Urk!"
"Damn it!"
Perry seemed at his limit.
"Run!"
At Ramni's shout, Perry bolted toward the wall stairs like he'd been waiting.
Ramni showered daggers behind and followed.
"Catch them!"
"Don't let them escape!"
The foes pursued with eyes ablaze.
As Perry and Ramni reached the wall, Foshe approached clutching his right arm.
Black-armored foes chased close behind.
"Bro!"
"You hurt?"
Foshe bellowed at the two staring blankly.
"What are you doing? Run!"
The Light Brothers led over ten foes in a full sprint along the eastern wall.
Perry eyed Foshe's blood-soaked shoulder with worry.
"You okay?"
"Manageable."
"Hold on—we're almost there."
Ramni glanced back.
The gap over ten meters had shrunk to five.
He'd prided himself on speed, but they shattered that.
"Damn!"
Pew-pew-pew-pew!
He hurled every dagger he had.
But they parried all with swords, radiating killing intent.
"Shit!"
As Ramni looked ahead, Perry shouted.
"There!"
Foshe and Ramni spotted Arthur with his back to the wall.
And something gleaming golden in Arthur's hand caught their eye.
'What is that?'
Doubt clouded their faces.
Thud.
"Urk!"
An axe buried into Foshe's back.
He pitched forward, slamming into the ground.
Perry and Ramni skidded to a halt, eyes wide.
"Bro!"
"You rats!"
The pursuers leaped from the ground.
As they swung down with terrifying killing intent!
Rat-tat-tat-tat!
Pea-sized auras riddled their bodies.
Bang-bang-bang-bang!
"Argh!"
"Aaaagh!"
The foes flew backward.
Arthur had unleashed the K1 Rifle upon seeing Foshe struck.
But its power was less than half normal.
An unforeseen variable.
'Didn't see this coming.'
Arthur grimaced, rushed to Foshe, and hoisted him over his shoulder.
"Run!"
Ramni and Perry followed Arthur.
"You fucking pests!"
"You're pissing me off."
The struck foes rose unfazed.
"Capture them all!"
They chased with murderous fervor.
Arthur guessed they'd entered effective range.
"Run at full speed!"
At his cry, Ramni and Perry gave it everything.
The foes accelerated in pursuit.
As they reached the wall's front.
Arthur pressed the end of the golden rod he'd held.
Golden energy seeped from the rod into the ground.
At once, Arthur yelled.
"Get down!"
"......!"
Arthur hurled himself beyond the wall.
Ramni and Perry blindly followed.
The executioners, hot on their heels, gawked at the sudden leap outward.
"What the hell?"
"Look there!"
One pointed ahead.
In a well-hidden spot, a rectangular box glowed golden.
As its light peaked impossibly bright.
The earth shook with a roar as the box burst, golden light erupting like a flood.
Kablooey!
Hundreds of auras poured onto the foes.