Chapter 140
Chapter 140
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 140
Chapter Title: Clash of Ultimates
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-This is!
Parsia's eyes flashed.
She could feel the power of the Tyrant.
Sure enough.
Arthur's golden aura began to dye a deep crimson.
-If he blocks this attack...
Parsia gathered all her strength, bracing for the imminent clash.
Kwaaaang!
The shockwave was so immense it threatened to scatter—no, crush—Parsia's form.
Yet Trevic's Aura Blade showed no signs of dissipating; it pressed forward relentlessly.
It was as if it intended to sweep away every obstacle in its path.
-No more...
The shadowy arms Parsia had formed to block the Aura Blade grew faint, allowing the blade to inch deeper into her embrace.
Just before it reached her chest!
Arthur charged in, slamming his dagger—wreathed in blood-red aura—down onto Trevic's Aura Blade with full force.
Kwaang!
The Aura Blade shattered like breaking glass.
"Leave this to me now."
Arthur yanked Khan's mane, and without a moment's hesitation, Khan bolted toward Trevic.
Parsia gazed at his receding figure and murmured softly.
-I'm sorry I couldn't fight alongside you.
Her apologetic expression faded as her form gradually dissolved and vanished.
"H-How...?"
Trevic was stunned that his attack had been blocked.
Huan and Danekt, who had watched the scene from behind, couldn't hide their bewilderment.
"Sir Trevic's attack..."
"Impossible."
Danekt shook his head, refusing to accept the reality.
His father's realm was nearly at the peak of Sword Master level.
At that level, one could craft their own "Ultimate Technique," drawing on personal strengths.
It was a one-strike kill infused with power far beyond a standard Aura Blade—impossible to block unless the defender surpassed the wielder.
In short, in the Oscar Empire, aside from four exceptions, unleashing an Ultimate Technique meant!
Certain death for the opponent.
And Arthur had blocked it.
Even with the spirit's aid...
While everyone reeled from the shock.
"Danekt!"
Trevic's shout rang out.
Danekt snapped to attention and looked his way.
Trevic's blade pointed skyward.
-That's!
He was preparing his second Ultimate Technique.
It consumed about half his mana—an enormous attack that required some preparation time.
Moreover, after unleashing it, his mana was pushed to its limits, restricting movement until recovery.
Using such a rarely employed technique meant he was determined to eliminate Arthur Julius.
"Espagna Knight Order!"
At Danekt's command, the knights' eyes gleamed.
"Sweep them away in one go! Deadpoint Attack!"
As the order fell, the archers loosed their volley, and the cavalry—previously pushed back—surged forward, drawing swords.
Even the soldiers who had focused solely on defense gripped their swords and shields tight, ready to charge.
Deadpoint Attack was a strategy of relentless waves to annihilate the enemy in a single push.
"Form up!"
At Drakan's shout, the disorganized knights swiftly reformed.
Skevin followed with his own cry.
"Defense unit!"
Soldiers stepped forward, erecting a wall of shields.
Pew pew pew pew pew pew pew!
Arrows endlessly thudded into the shield wall.
They had bought a momentary breather from the enemy's fierce assault, but another magic barrage would turn it into a bloodbath soon enough.
Helm's face hardened at the sight of being pushed back without a proper counterattack.
"Sir Millerph's absence..."
Adran, watching the enemy assault, steeled her resolve with a firm expression.
"Right now, we're the only ones who can strike back. We have to counterattack and shift the momentum somehow."
"To attack them, we'd need to reach the lord's position."
"I know."
"Miss..."
Helm's eyes widened.
Adran continued, gazing toward Arthur.
"Look at the situation. The knight order isn't advancing because their lord is occupied. We need to move now."
"Hmm..."
Helm realized her words held merit.
They were outnumbered more than two-to-one, with a mage corps to boot, yet the enemy limited themselves to ranged attacks without pressing in.
Just moments ago, their cavalry had advanced and drawn swords.
They were likely trusting their knight captain, Trevic, and biding their time.
Once he felled Arthur, they'd ride that momentum into a Deadpoint Attack to wipe them out.
They had to move first. And with no magic incoming, now was the chance.
"Then I'll handle the mages."
As Helm drew the massive Death Bow from his back, Helot approached.
"I'll go with you."
Adran tilted her head quizzically.
"Wouldn't the assault team be better off moving later?"
"If anything unfortunate happens to the young master, we need someone ready to escort him immediately. The captain has approved."
"Hmm..."
Helm stared ahead with a grim face.
"Unlike me, Sir Trevic has mastered Ultimate Techniques. He'll likely unleash another—stronger than the last. With the wind spirit gone, the count will be..."
He trailed off.
They needed a plan for what was coming, but there was no replacement for Arthur, no alternative.
As Helm and the others' faces grew tense.
"I'll go too."
It was Aria, who had been bustling about treating the wounded.
"If the count falls, it's all over. I'll support him at his side."
...!
The saintess's holy power would be a tremendous aid to Arthur.
Helot, having witnessed Aria's holy power in the Anscent Kingdom, agreed it would help greatly.
"I'll escort you."
"Please do."
Without hesitation, Aria took Helot's offered hand and mounted his Britannica.
"Then we'll move as soon as we're ready."
Adran immediately informed the Del Knight Order.
While they prepared, Drakan and Skevin kept their eyes locked on Arthur and Trevic.
Arrows rained down on the pair, but neither so much as blinked.
Skevin deployed Aura Armor to shield himself from the arrows, while Drakan—though not a Sword Master—was a top-tier Sword Expert.
A faint aura enveloped and protected him, much like Aura Armor.
As long as the arrows didn't target vitals, no issue.
-The lord's presence...
Arthur's aura burned fiercer than ever before.
But from Espagna's knight captain, Trevic, it was even more intense.
And no one had anticipated a Sword Master's ultimate technique.
The chains of impending defeat tightened around them.
As despair crept in, the sight of Arthur standing firm against the foe burned into their eyes.
Drakan and Skevin pondered silently, then spoke in unison.
"Hold here."
"I'll go."
They exchanged glances, faint smiles acknowledging shared intent.
Drakan gripped his black spear tightly.
"The knight order needs you."
"Better you lead as baron."
"That's an order. Take command of the Death Knights."
Drakan stroked Ron's head.
"Stay sharp."
Krurrrung.
Ron bared his fangs, glaring at Trevic.
Then Helot approached them.
"Preparations complete."
Drakan eyed the incoming arrows.
"When a gap opens in their assault, rush to the lord. I'll go ahead and shake them up."
Drakan yanked Ron's mane, and the beast shot forward as if waiting.
The Lannister Knight Order followed bravely.
"Beyond expectations."
Trevic couldn't hide his surprise at Arthur charging with savage momentum.
Younger than Danekt, yet a Sword Master who had blocked his Ultimate Technique.
A prodigy among prodigies.
Was this how Teheran—the Oscar Empire's hero and guardian deity—looked in his youth?
The berserker who instilled terror in enemies!
But he was the guardian deity of Marquis Mandora's house!
No mere whelp would make him flinch.
"Let's end this."
Trevic unleashed his strongest attack.
The sword raised overhead traced a thick arc, slashing down diagonally.
Brengried Second Form.
Sword of Severance.
Paaang-!
The deep blue Aura Blade rocketed toward Arthur like lightning.
Arthur channeled mana into his dagger hand.
The blood-red aura thickened further, exuding immense pressure.
-Rage! At your comrades' deaths! At losing what was precious! Forgive nothing!
To grow stronger, he relentlessly stoked his fury.
Blood-red aura flared in Arthur's golden eyes.
The Tyrant's power activated.
The crimson aura around the dagger blazed like flames.
"I shall destroy everything!"
He met the deep blue Aura Blade with his dagger.
Kwaaaang-!
A massive explosion hurled Khan and Arthur back, crashing into the ground.
"No!"
Witnessing it, Drakan roared in fury.
"Assault formation!"
The Lannister Knight Order formed a wedge, thrusting black spears forward.
As Drakan closed in on Trevic, he shouted again.
"Javelin volley!"
At his command, the Giant Wolves unleashed their hidden power.
They surged like flashes of light.
Evoking a single massive spear.
Intent on smashing everything in their path.
Trevic grimaced at the unexpected onslaught.
The Ultimate Technique had restricted his movement.
-Just hold out a minute...
As Trevic gripped his sword tightly.
Hooves thundered from behind, accompanied by a familiar voice.
"Captain!"
It was Danekt.
Right on cue, he arrived leading the cavalry.
Trevic's guards rushed forward, forming a shield wall. Danekt pulled up beside him.
"Leave the rest to me. Focus on recovering."
Reassuring.
But the enemy had two Sword Masters holding the line.
The veteran Helm Del and the descendant of Espagna Maximuss, guardian deity of the Julius Count House.
"Now it begins."
"With the captain here, we won't lose."
Danekt replied firmly, eyes forward.
The charging Giant Wolves collided with the Espagna cavalry.
Kwang!
The cavalry was pushed back effortlessly.
They pressed on, but couldn't withstand the beasts' overwhelming strength.
Moreover, the wolves' murderous aura terrified the horses into frenzy.
But it was as expected.
And the next development would follow suit.
Sure enough.
Fireballs rained down on the enemy.
They inflicted no direct damage.
But the desired result emerged.
Flames erupted around them, sending the Giant Wolves into chaos, breaking formation.
Monsters of great power, yet beasts that feared fire at heart.
As their momentum faltered, the cavalry asserted dominance.
Reversing the battlefield in an instant.
"They're faltering!"
"Don't fall back!"
As the Espagna cavalry pressed fiercely, Drakan bellowed like a lion.
"Empire's Spear!"
Awooo-!
The Lannister Knight Order surged with renewed vigor, hammering attacks.
The two forces clashed evenly, neither yielding.
"Young master!"
Helot leaped from his Britannica upon reaching Arthur's fallen position.
He quickly checked his condition.
Limbs intact, face unscathed.
But unconscious from the impact. A bluish energy clung to his breastplate.
Likely where Trevic's Aura Blade had struck.
The lingering power sent chills down his spine.
Aria dismounted and approached.
"Lay him flat right away."
"Yes."
Helot laid Arthur down, and Aria knelt before him, clasping her hands.
"Lady Karen..."
As she invoked her holy power, pure white light enveloped Arthur's body.
"Vice Captain!"
At the assault team's shout, Helot looked forward.
Some enemy arrows were heading their way.
"Damn it!"
Helot stood protectively before Arthur and Aria, deflecting arrows with his sword as he yelled.
"Form a shield wall!"