Plain Girl Hero of Darkness
Dragon versus Tiger!- (9)

Johann and Felixus' fight ended with Amelia's intervention.

On the other hand, a fierce battle ensued between the rearguard units led by the main forces of Auguste and Lara.

This is a great battle that the poets will perpetuate in the future.

「Hahaha! The boy from the Sacred Winged Legion! Don't think you can beat me with just that!」

Bacchus used his giant spear 『Devil Path』 to stop the progress of the Sacred Winged Legion. Those who stood against him died from being stabbed or a blunt blow.

His energy that made his wrinkles and white hair seem like mere embellishments was testament to decades of training.

「Basic of a fucking idiot! Let's get him!」

A Decanus commanded, and the five Holy Guards thrust their spears as one. Bacchus deftly spun to dodge, but lost his balance due to a corpse near his feet.

At that moment, the Sacred Guards pierced his back from the blind spot.

「Ughh..」.

「This is it!」

The moment Bacchus stopped, the Sacred Guards stabbed desperately with their spears. Blood flowed from Bacchus' body.

「We killed him!」

As the Sacred Guards smiled—

「D-He's alive!」

Bacchus did not fall, and laughed at the Sacred Guards, even though his teeth were covered in blood. The Sacred Guards forgot to continue their attack and stared stupidly at Bacchus.

On the battlefield, one mental mistake would lead to death. Seizing the gap they showed, Bacchus reaped their lives with his spear.

「This old man is immortal!」

Faced with this unbelievable sight, the terrified Sacred Guards slowly retreated. Bacchus laughed like a madman, turning his spear over his head and slamming it to the ground.

「Shaha! See those? We are protected by the War God Zorbes, He also gave us strength now. Our god Zorbes said that the fool who worshipped Citresia's trash was worthless.」

「K-You bastard! Summoning the Creator Goddess, Citresia, the God of Trash !? Tell that to your creator! Soldiers, shoot this trash!」

The restless godly Centurion said with spit flying from his angry face and commanded the Sacred Guards. As the arrows of the Sacred Winged Legion covered the sun and showered him, Bacchus' life ended with him smiling eerie—

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When the envoy reported to Auguste, he frowned about the clinking of his sword after killing the twenty Sacred Guards.

「Lord Auguste's. Lieutenant Colonel Bacchus was killed in action, his unit has been destroyed.」

The envoy reported calmly. There were several arrows stuck to his back, and the blood dying on his body turned red as he spoke. Anyone knows it's a deadly wound.

「How did he die?」

「He did not take a single step back and fought very well until the end.」

Auguste nodded at the proud envoy.

「Begukah ... Thank you for sending me the report. Leave everything to us and have a good rest.」

「Thank you for your concern, I will accept your offer...」

The envoy quietly fell to the ground, his body completely silent.

Other brave soldiers died on the battlefield.

「Tonight, we ate in hell.」

Auguste threw out the broken sword in his hand and took out the sword of the person he had just killed. The man definitely had a high status because his sword had great qualities.

「But..」.

Auguste muttered and smiled like a madman, just like Bacchus did.

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Two hours had passed since the main unit of the Sacred Winged Legion of Lara clashed with the rearguard of Auguste. The Stonia army that had turned into a rampage remained steadfast even as the people around them fell. They did not take a single step back and advanced vigorously to fight the enemy.

(This is really a wall of death, a half-and-a-half attack will not be able to penetrate. Hah, I thought this would be a walk in the park.).

Sneaking a peek to his side, someone who had been his friend for 15 years stood there observing the battle. There was gloom on her beautiful face that only Historia could see.

(From the looks of it, Lara will not move for a while.

Historia sighed in her heart, and descended from the white horse by descending from the right saddle.

「- You'll go?」

Lara asked, and Historia unsheathed a double sword in response. It was a double silver sword that glistened like a new moon. The double sword named 『Blue Moon』 was made shorter than usual to match Historia's preference for facing directly to her opponent's face. A masterpiece by one of the finest craftsmen of the Mecian Holy Nation, Dagan Asylum.

「You how else, we will suffer serious losses if this continues. Or will you use your magic, Lara? That's the quickest way. 」

Even this wall of death would collapse easily in the presence of Magic Lara. This is the most appropriate, safest, and easiest way.

The person himself snorted and said casually.

「Do not be foolish. With so many retards there struggling through sheer madness, so this is a great opportunity. It would be futile to annihilate them with Magic. 」

「Huge opportunity?」

Lara nodded with a smile.

「Subduing those people will be a valuable experience for the Sacred Guards, this is a great opportunity to increase the fighting strength of the Sacred Winged Legion.」

「Precious experience ... it sounds like something Lara.」 would say

Lara's goal was obviously — she wanted to treat the Sacred Winged Legion to be the strongest army in the continent of Dubedirica. This goal is for the benefit of Sofitia, so it's useless to argue against it.

(But Lara's expectations are too much, the Empire also has an Azure Knight ..)

Feeling sympathy towards the Sacred Guards who had to meet Lara's expectations, Historia turned the Blue Moon in her hands as a warm-up.

「It's been a long time since I saw you upgrade skills, I'll be watching closely.」

Lara raised the corner of her lips as Historia sighed deeply.

「My sword technique is not a street performance, you judge something too easily, Supreme Commander.」

「I only said that because I believe in you.」

Lara said as she was, and Historia felt an itch on her back. Lara rarely praised others, so even as a friend, she felt ashamed— Historia hurriedly hid her embarrassment.

「Yes yes, you are really great at praising others!」

「Only one yes is enough, Dual Sword Historia.」

The mention of the taboo nickname Lara made the driver of the train chuckle. Historia glared at the driver.

「As I said!! Don't call me by that nickname !! 」

With that, he charged towards the wall of death.

On the battlefield filled with screams and shouts, an old soldier who noticed Historia sneered as she slashed her sharp sword at him. To fight back, Historia lowered herself to almost touch the ground to dodge and slid right into the soldier's arms.

「Bye.」

(Farewell.)

With that, the counterattack from the sword in his right hand severed the old soldier's artery.

Regardless of the old soldier spitting out blood like a fountain, the three people nearby slashed at Historia with sparkling eyes.

Historia cut off one's hand with a slash, making her sword spin into the air.

He deftly dodged the attacks of the other two with nimble steps. He kicked the sword hilt into the air, sending it back to its owner's chest.

「Ughh !!」

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...To Be Continue's...