Against the World II: Transgression
Chapter 32: Not So Invincible, Part 5
Reinhart fell to her knees with a gasp of breath. His right hand held his stumped left hand, trying to stop the blood that kept coming out with his martial technique. One eye narrowed, looking intensely at the silhouette of the enemy leader that was at the end of the poisonous area there.
The Fifth Saint Bedivere Luminia. It was an enemy that had just nearly finished off more than half of his army. And the teddy bear next to him.The doll will blow up anything that touches his body. His hand was puffed up by hitting the doll. The combination of the two will be troublesome.
“...Reinhart, are you okay?”
“Reinhart! You just saved half my army, I hu—Reinhart, your hand.!”.
“Rodolf Vlasenki make things difficult for you?”
Reinhart slowly stood back up. “I'm fine,” he said while looking back. “My hands are fine too. I've stopped the blood circulation here. About Rodolf, I killed him. Half my hand was crushed by hitting a teddy bear.” Reinhart paused and looked intensely at the oldest elf on the battlefield. “General Alforalis, can we hand you the Fifth Saint Bedivere Luminia? We must keep him away from the center of the battle.”
“The big bear doll will blow up anything that takes her body,” Reinhart continued before the elf had time to respond. “He is also very fast, agile, able to predict motion, and his defense is very solid. He's an opponent that doesn't suit me. I want Dermyus and Hekiel to fight together against the teddy bear. I will lead the army against the Knights Templar army there and who are walking there.”
“There is still another team? How many?”
“Still. That's roughly half of the remaining Knights Templar. So, how, General Alforalis?”
“Good.”
“How about you guys, Dermyus, Hekiel?”
“I don't matter.”
“I don't matter either. But don't you need to heal your arms first, Reinhart?”
“On my hand you don't need to think. If this can no longer be regenerated, I'll have Edelweiss make me a fake hand. More importantly, I will now teleport the soldiers hundreds of meters behind the Knights Templar's army. You guys can start attacking after we disappear.”
Seeing the nod of confirmation of the three leaders, Reinhart again deployed his mana to teleport all the soldiers to the place he had already mentioned. He had already spent a lot of mana for the first teleportation, once again teleporting all of them would make the amount of mana Reinhart touched his lowest point. It was too risky, but he had no other choice.
Activating the teleportation, and instantly he and over fifty thousand soldiers moved into a place hundreds of meters behind the Knights Templar.
“Listen to all of you,” Reinhart said firmly and seriously. “Our enemies are more, but only we are on the side of the truth. In any story, the truth will always end up as a winner. Therefore, continue to finish off the barbarians even though you have to sacrifice yourself. We fight for the peaceful life we all dream of. The life we sacrifice will lead us to the eternal life promised. Attack!”
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Bedivere smiled happily at the poisonous area he had created being reduced to the ground and then replaced by a new one. He did not even care about Reinhart who had teleported all of their troops to the rear of the Knights Templar. The saint's eyes did not budge from the three darting individuals slashing the distance with him.
“You want to play around with Dame Bedivere?”
Answering Bedivere's question were dozens of thundering black lightning bolts. However, he did not even move his legs in the least. The Fat Bear, his puppet and weapon, had darted in front of Bedivere to receive the attack. Receiving is not in the sense of letting a lightning strike hit it, but rather directing both hands forward and absorbing all incoming lightning strikes.
“Tak surprisingly Reinhart told the two of us to face the doll,” comments Hekiel when the barrage of lightning strikes Dermyus stopped. At that moment, their distance and Bedivere were only a few meters away. Therefore Bedivere can hear their conversation.
“It will blow up anything that touches his body. It can absorb lightning, and possibly other elements. This will indeed be troublesome.”
“You want to change your opponent?” bargain Alforalis. “Of course I can handle it myself, but I think the doll will be troublesome. He doesn't match your strength.”
Dermyus and Hekiel looked at each other, then nodded in unison. “We leave the doll to you, General Alforalis.”
“Then make sure you finish off the woman. We still need to continue attacking.”
“Eh, Uncle both want to play with Dame Bedivere himself?” Bedivere put on a timid expression, imagining himself making the two commanders the objects of experimentation for his imperfect poison. “Dame Bedivere has no experience serving two men at once. How about one-sa—”
Bedivere spontaneously leapt to the left avoiding the slash of his double-bladed sword Dermyus. At the same time, his beloved puppet had been confined within the energy bubble that Alforalis had created.
Bedivere had no chance to think about what Alforalis was trying to do to his puppet; hekiel with both adamantite short spears in hand was already before him. Bedivere did his best to avoid.
His head he tilted avoiding the spear thrust. In the next dozen milliseconds he was already in the air avoiding the swing of the commander's spear while trying to throw a kick of salto into Hekiel's head. However, the intention must be dashed before it is implemented. With an extremely flexible body, Bedivere had twisted his body unreasonably to avoid the lightning-lined sword slash from Dermyus.
Bedivere landed rough, his legs dragged several tens of centimeters back. However, his lips curved. “How about one-one?” continued the saint, continuing the pending question. “Who wants to go first? That handsome uncle Dermyus? Or Uncle Hekiel who exuded an om-om aura first? Anyone can, Dame Bedivere does not choose love.”
“Or, Uncle both insist to be served together?” Along with the outgoing question, thorny roots burst out from both Bedivere palms. “Dame Bedivere doesn't mind if it has to be. It will excite.”
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Xavier sat with one leg bent over a large rock, the other leg dangling freely. He looked intensely ahead, at the numerous black dots at the end of the horizon. Their distance is getting closer and closer. Meanwhile, behind Xavier, the distance of the 12th Division troops was further away and away.
Shortly after, Xavier's vision became clearer. And within minutes, an army of about 70,000 soldiers stopped about thirty meters in front of the commander. Leading all of them was a burly, tall, and short-haired man who stood in defiance of gravity.
“Twelfth Commander Xavier von Hernandez, am I right?” asked the man after walking and stopped about six meters in front of Xavier.
“True. Can I assume you're Sixth Saint Gallahad Grahamvell?”
“True. I'm Gallahad.”
“Then can I tell you to leave so I don't have to kill you and slaughter your troops?”
Gallahad massaged his forehead and sighed. “Mauku is too,” he said half-complaining. “Which fool would try to bother risking his life on the battlefield? If I could, I'd like to go back and make out with my three wives while persuading them that I can propose to a fourth wife. But, Pope Genea forced. I don't have a choice. So, can I ask you to bring your troops home so I can go home?”
“I have a child that I have to take care of and raise well,” continued Gallahad while pulling out his great sword “I do not want to die for the unimportant. I can give you this sword as a gift. So, we agreed?”
“...You have three wives, and are interested in adding them to four...”.
“Ah, I have a desire to add it so 12. 12 is a perfect number.”
“...How many times have you been exposed to the anger of your wives?”
“I can't remember the number, but it must have been over 100. Women are actually simple. When they are angry, let them be angry until they are tired. After that hug them affectionately and pay attention, if necessary invite them to eat. But we cook for them ourselves. Treat them as if they were the number one woman that no one in the world compares to.”
…Xavier looked at Gallahad unblinkingly. He only blinked after a minute had passed and then took a deep breath. “I'm so reluctant to kill you,” he said honestly as he jumped down from the rock. “But I can't back down either. Do you really not want to go back?”
“Of course I want to, but it's impossible to do.”
“Then there is no other option.”
“Looks like there really is no other option.”
Xavier smiled faintly. “Alright, what kind of fight should we do? Do I have to finish off your army before I kill you? Or should I kill you first?”
“Last option. I've given instructions to my troops. Let's duel, Commander Xavier.”
“Good.” Xavier turned around and widened the distance between them. He just stopped and turned back after taking the tenth step. Both of his swords were already clasped tightly in each of his hands. “Please step forward whenever you're ready, Sixth Saint Gallahad Grahamvell.”
...—North Cliff of Emiliel Holy Kingdom—...
Fie who was sitting with her eyes closed slowly opened her eyelids. The direction of the wind is different. It is not the wind in its literal sense, but the wind of destiny that suffocates every element of mortal life. Of course he had no ability to read the fate line; fie only had strong intuition. He had lived long enough to see the world's spectacles.
“Neira, what are you going to do?” ask the nephilim to the only friend he has. “Are you going to stay there? You want to go to Axellibra?”
The dragon in question instantly changed its form back to human. “I'm going to Axellibra,” he replied in the same intonation.
“Then I hand over the capital to you. Don't let Commander Lilithia level it with the ground. I'll make sure Xavier von Hernandez doesn't make it to the capital.”
Neira nodded. Fie then stood up by taking out a pair of wings. Then he shot upwards with a spear in hand.
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