Against the World II: Transgression
Chapter 32: Not So Invincible, Part 3
When the sun was already hot in North Carolina, the two armies that had been feuding for a few days ago finally met again. Unlike before, this meeting was a totality. There was no cunning in sight; the two armies were seriously fighting each other with their best strategies. This time it will probably be the last.
Was it the Imperial Army and the NWO that would eliminate the Knights Templar and continue to break through to the north and join other forces in the conquest of the Dwarf Kingdom? Or was it the Knights Templar who would raid the enemy's combined forces and occupy Carolina and then prepare to invade the empire? This battle will determine.
Rodolf Vlasenki— who stood in front of the 10 large group of Knights Templar— raised a hand to stop the movement of the soldiers. Following the action, the four leaders of the enemy forces also did the same. Flags from both camps were plugged into the planting. Their distance was about fifties meters.
That bastard elf, Rodolf's inner self was full of fury. They had previously established a good relationship with the Holy Kingdom. Rodolf had read reports that their special forces had once teamed up with Saint Petra to seek access to the Vampire Kingdom. However, with a flash the bastards again misled themselves. You rascal.
“We will give you the opportunity to surrender,” Commander Hekiel said after walking a dozen meters forward. “You are superior in numbers. But, as has happened to most of your past troops, you will only take your lives. Surrender, then you will be taken prisoner and released after the war is over.”
Rodolf grunting. If only Hekiel himself led the soldiers, he would have already called “serang” on his soldiers. However, the existence of three other powerful individuals made the saint to be able to hold more anger. He should calm down and take longer.
“To avoid bloodshed, how about we duel one on one,” suggested Rodolf after stepping dozens of meters forward.
“Duel?”
“True.” Rodolf nodded in confirmation. “This will be a duel between the leaders of the troops. If you're killed, your men will surrender and we'll hold on. If I get killed, my troops will surrender and you can hold them.”
Of course that's not entirely true. If Rodolf could finish off Hekiel, only Hekiel's army would be taken captive. The rest he will kill.
What he is challenging here is the Sixth Commander, an army that is not Hekiel's army does not enter into the calculation. More than that, Rodolf wouldn't let himself get killed either. If he was about to be killed, he would instantly activate the necklace of the deportees he wore to escape the fight and get treatment. Then he would come here again to lead his army to attack.
“That's an interesting offer. But, you do realize that there are four of us, right? What if General Alforalis will represent us? We both know that among all of us, he is the strongest.”
Hekiel is not stupid.
“It's up to you to send who,” Rodolf said with a calm expression. “The bottom line is to minimize bloodshed. We both don't want Veria trying to invade Islan again, do we?”
“When you brought Veria, we didn't want that to happen. All right, I'll accept your offer. I'll talk to all three of them. We start the duel in ten minutes.”
“In ten minutes,” agreed Rodolf, at which time Hekiel nodded and turned around. The sixth commander walked leisurely, as if without burden. It will be very easy for him to attack and finish off the man, but it will tarnish the good name—
War is a ruse, and history is embellished by victors.
With that one sentence of justification, Rodolf instantly ignored the deal they had just made and darted out to attack the commander in full force. It is common not to trust the enemy on the battlefield. This is not Rodolf's fault. Salah Hekiel himself drew the eyes of the enemy; who told him to be naive enough.
“—!”
“Heh, I know Knight Templar is unbelievable.” Fourth Commander Reinhart von Aldebaran had been between Rodolf and his target. He blocked the blow of the saint with both hands covered in mana. “You are all barbarians filled with cunning. I'll face it right now. One on one.”
Less than three seconds after the cry of the command, the clattering of feet shook the ground. All the armies of the Knights Templar simultaneously shot forward. Screeches of insults against the enemy spewed from their mouths, cries of praise to the kingdom and the unity of the troops accompanied.
However, Rodolf had no chance of seeing the first physical contact between his troops and the enemy forces. Right after his eyes blinked, he immediately found himself a dozen meters away from the last row of his troops. Reinhart stood between the saint and his soldiers.
“Hekiel has killed one saint. Dermyus also killed one. So too with me. You should've been killed at the hands of General Alforalis. But I'm already pissed off. It's okay, right, if you die in my hands?” Reinhart ended his sentence with a smile—of course it was not a smile that made others want to smile back.
“You are famous for your great teleportation ability, maybe rivaling one of the Deus Guardian members that ever existed.” Rodolf said without caring about the smile held back the commander's anger. “But my business is not with you. I have a problem to solve with Commander Hekiel. Get out of my sight, Fourth Commander. Or, I'll caramelize you over melted cheese.”
“…”
“…”
“...What is caramel over melted cheese?”
“...That's a parable.”
“Oh, okay.”
“You understand?”
“Iya.”
“Then, scram before I make you caramel on melted cheese!”
“Making me caramel over melted cheese? Heh, please try if you can. But before you can do that, I've made the eggshell a meat wrapper! Come on, I'll prove my point.”
…Rhodolf did not know what the meat-wrapping eggshell meant, but it no longer mattered.
By applying Enhancement and Acceleration to his body to the maximum, the saint cut the distance between them for less than a second. His beloved two-edged sword was already firmly grasped in hand. The sword was covered in purple flames, just as the body of the saint was completely wrapped in purple flames like armor.
Purple flames were not as hot as other flames, but these flames would burn one's life energy if exposed to—accelerating their death. If compressed to the highest density, the purple flames could injure the soul of— and even burn it to the ground. It is fire that violates the concept of matter. In the entire Emiliel Holy Kingdom, Rodolf was the only known user.
The reason why the purple flame was not dubbed as the strongest fire was because it could still be burned by the black flame.
“Shut up and die, Fourth Commander!”