Chapter 83: Unprepared Disaster (4)

It was reckless.

Not to solve the problem with a brilliant strategy, but to break through the enemy and secure a space to set up the barricades.

This was not right.

From Steven's perspective, who had thought of the strategy, he judged that he needed to dissuade Roman.

"It's too dangerous. Breaking through the enemy and entering the city gate is already a difficult task, but the enemy is also continuously advancing from outside the city. If we get isolated, we cannot guarantee our lives. I apologize, but setting up the barricades is, in reality, an impossible strategy."

Roman Demetri.

A man he had never seen before.

But it was clear that he had arrived at the scene before the reserve forces upon hearing that the 5th defensive line was in danger.

It was evident how hard he had run.

Even with the situation where the commander, Baron Bruce, had abandoned the battlefield and fled, the presence of an ally like Roman Demetri made him feel more secure.

Therefore.

He wished Roman would not die.

If someone like Baron Bruce survived and Roman died in his place, wouldn't that be too unjust?

"I understand what you're worried about. However, I am not a fool who risks my life on an impossible strategy."

Whoosh!

The enemy launched a surprise attack from behind.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Roman easily dodged the attack and thrust his sword under the enemy's chin.

The enemy soldier trembled.

When Steven blinked in surprise, a group of men appeared beside him.

"Lord!"

"Please give us orders."

Chris and the soldiers.

They were drenched in blood.

It seemed that no one had died during the journey with Roman, but the blood dripping from their swords indicated that they had killed a significant number of enemies.

Their eyes were like those of beasts.

Seeing the ghosts of the battlefield waiting for Roman's orders, Steven instinctively felt that there was still hope for the reserve forces.

Roman said,

"We will now clear the way to the city gate."

"Understood."

No one questioned it.

How dangerous the strategy was.

What they intended to achieve through the strategy.

The soldiers showed no doubt in Roman's orders and displayed a firm resolve to carry them out.

Blind trust.

Steven was amazed.

Baron Bruce, whom he had followed, had abandoned the battlefield and fled as soon as the city gate was breached, but Roman's soldiers showed unwavering trust in following him to the end.

How could such a relationship be formed?

By Steven's standards, he could not understand the invisible, strong bond between them.

Roman moved forward.

Seeing that he was still dazed, Roman said one last thing.

"Focus on your roles. The war is not over yet."

With that, Roman charged towards the enemy, cutting down the soldiers blocking his path in one swift motion.

Scattered blood.

A path of blood was opened.

Following Roman, his soldiers also moved forward without hesitation.

"…Ah!"

Steven finally came to his senses.

There was no time to be stunned.

The operation had already begun.

To ensure that Roman's decision was not in vain.

He had to do his part.

"Second squad, follow me! From now on, you will help me move the emergency barricades!"

Shouting loudly, Steven.

From now on.

He had to risk his life and fulfill his role.

* * *

Before leaving for the southern front.

Roman was lost in thought.

'Do I need to take risks for this country, which I have no patriotism for?'

Southern front.

According to the information, the Hector Kingdom was clearly sending signals of war.

The foreign power, the Valhalla Empire, had read the signals and warned Roman, but the Cairo Kingdom was completely unaware of their situation.

They were a group so foolish that it was pitiful.

To avoid repeating the history of suffering from foreign invasions, they needed to be alert, but the divided central government could not make the right decisions.

Frankly.

Roman could not be considered a citizen of the Cairo Kingdom.

Having lived as Baek Jung-hyuk all his life, he had no reason to have great patriotism for the country of Cairo.

'There are many ways to avoid war. If I join the hands of Viscount Benedict, I will be exempt from national defense duties, and I can also join the strong side by aligning with the Valhalla Empire. War is ultimately a situation where the weak are bound to be sacrificed. Now that I have gained the privileges of the strong in the Cairo Kingdom, I have no reason to risk my life.'

The unknown world.

The battlefield is full of unknown dangers.

However.

Roman's hesitation did not last long.

'I cannot bow my head or promise to join their side to avoid the immediate danger.'

In his previous life.

Baek Jung-hyuk had formidable older brothers.

Among them, there were those who were significant enough to encroach on the eldest son's territory, but they could not escape the shadow of the eldest son even with a single compromise.

Ordinary people might say that it was just a single compromise.

But it was a very important factor in determining one's will.

With legs that had never knelt, one could stand firm until the end, but once they knelt, the body remembered the comfort of submission.

Benedict.

Valhalla.

Chronos.

And the royal family.

The four forces dividing Cairo all looked to Roman, but he had no intention of giving them a definite answer.

He wanted to maintain a relationship where he could not be asked to cross the line.

Roman intended to solve the reality he faced on his own.

Knowing that bowing to someone would be poisonous to his goal of reigning.

Additionally.

He wanted to remain as Demetri.

'I am heading to the southern front.'

He made his decision.

Difficult background?

Reality of a small country?

Such conditions did not matter to him.

The existence of a heavenly horse was born in a more difficult situation and eventually made everyone kneel and reached the pinnacle.

On the contrary, his blood boiled.

Life on the battlefield.

He missed it.

The endless peace in his later years, didn't it cause a strong thirst?

Thus.

Roman charged towards the enemy.

* * *

The battle was already tinged with the color of defeat.

Through the completely open city gate, Hector's soldiers continuously poured in, and Cairo's soldiers were completely overwhelmed and were busy retreating.

The disparity in strength was extreme.

One Hector soldier was facing two or three enemies, and the area around the city gate had already turned into a den of the Hector Kingdom.

Everyone knew.

That the battle was over.

Unlike the soldiers who were trying to get as far away from the city gate as possible, Roman charged towards the enemy, leaving them behind.

Whoosh!

The first five enemy soldiers he charged at.

Their chests split simultaneously.

Roman, drenched in the blood scattered in the air, plunged into the space teeming with enemies.

By common sense, it was an extremely dangerous situation.

Surrounded by the enemy, Hector's soldiers attacked from all sides, but Roman did not allow even a single attack from the corners.

'Right.'

Whoosh!

A spear whizzed past his side.

Roman grabbed the spear and pulled the opponent towards him, then beheaded the soldier who followed.

Then.

He immediately charged forward and attacked the enemies.

Crack.

It was an overwhelming sight.

Despite clearly raising a shield to block, the Hector soldier's upper and lower body split in opposite directions, like a shield cut in two.

The counterattacks from the surrounding enemies were ineffective.

While continuing to advance, Roman deflected or blocked the enemies' attacks, and when he attacked, death always followed.

When he had killed ten.

Hector's soldiers charged at each other, trusting in their numbers.

When he had killed twenty.

They realized that their opponent was stronger than they thought.

But when he had killed thirty, forty, and eventually over fifty, their expressions were filled with fear.

"Ugh!"

"Stop that guy at all costs!"

Chaos ensued.

A single person.

Roman's rampage prevented Hector from advancing any further.

The brave soldiers who charged at him were already cold corpses, and Roman continued to kill the enemies without showing any sign of satisfaction.

It was not just the power of aura.

Roman did not even properly use his aura, yet he showed a level of strength that surpassed aura knights.

Baek Jung-hyuk.

He had learned to kill people from the time he had no power.

He smashed his opponent's head with a stone and did not hesitate to use any means necessary.

From the bottom to the top.

He had experienced everything.

Now, with the absolute power he had gained, mere soldiers could not stop him.

A massacre.

Being isolated alone was not important.

Like a single wolf overwhelming countless sheep, Roman mercilessly slaughtered the enemies as if it were the most natural thing.

Not only that.

The soldiers who arrived with Roman.

They were completely different from ordinary soldiers.

While one Hector soldier could face two or three Cairo soldiers, Roman's soldiers could easily handle six or seven enemies, showing highly skilled combat abilities.

The situation had reversed.

Just 30 men.

Compared to the total number, the reserve forces were a small number, but their efforts gradually changed the atmosphere.

And such a situation.

Was being observed by Hector's commander.

* * *

Hector's commander.

Baron McClarely, who was in charge of the attack on the 5th defensive line, was confident of victory when the city gate was breached.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, pitiful fellows."

It was laughable.

Hector did not send its full strength.

They only sent a portion of their forces to the 5th defensive line, and the Cairo Kingdom, which had been so complacent, could not even withstand this level of attack.

The foolish response of not firing arrows as the enemy approached and the defense weapons that did not function properly.

The Cairo Kingdom, a nation of war, was absurdly pitiful.

'The 5th defensive line might fall sooner than expected.'

The original plan.

It was irrelevant to the outcome of the battle.

The attack itself had meaning, and the Cairo Kingdom, like a sandcastle, crumbled on its own.

In any case.

They had to take control of all five defensive lines.

If they could achieve such results by testing the waters, it would be a great outcome for Baron McClarely.

"Attack! Completely destroy the 5th defensive line!"

He made his decision.

It was a golden opportunity.

He was confident that he could collapse the defensive line.

At first, it seemed to be going according to plan.

The soldiers pushing into the city seemed to be taking control of the interior, but then something strange happened.

"Run!"

"Fall back!"

"Ah!"

Hector's soldiers.

They came out of the city.

With pale faces, they were stepping back, and Baron McClarely, in a state of confusion, checked the battlefield.

He could not yet understand what was happening.

The soldiers were coming out, but from a distance, it did not seem like there were many Cairo soldiers opposing them.

'What is happening?'

He was puzzled.

At that moment.

The soldiers fell one after another.

As the space opened up, a figure surrounded by enemies was seen fighting.

"…!"

It was.

A truly overwhelming sight.

A Cairo knight was mercilessly slaughtering Hector's soldiers.

At that moment.

Baron McClarely's eyes met the man's.

A chilling gaze that made his breath catch.

Thinking it was an illusion due to the distance, the man suddenly charged towards him.

Blood splattered.

Heads flew off as he cut through the soldiers blocking his path.

He closed his eyes and opened them.

In that short moment, the man was rapidly approaching.

'Could he be trying to kill me?'

No.

That was impossible.

Logically, it was impossible.

"Kill that guy before he causes more trouble!"

"I will obey."

The Hector knights stepping forward.

At that moment.

Baron McClarely still believed he was safe.