Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

The Sun Hurts (3)

There was still a fierce battle on the ground.

Confused, Effir looked at the situation.

“What should I do?”

As it was, she should return to the fort and prepare for an airstrike, but the Ancient Dragons that she needed to attack were all out.

“It doesn’t seem to be a problem if we just fly to the enemy camp.”

Artis was agonizing.

“But we can’t ignore the possibility of a trap…”

The Kaldris-Mado coalition had no preparation for the attack.

At that time, she and Artis could upset the war.

“We can’t just miss this opportunity! Let’s go, Effir!”

“Yes!”

The two members of the Dragon race galloped through the sky of the battlefield.

After taking over the enemy’s rear instantly, Effir lowered her altitude and poured out a long Breath.

Boom!

The flames drew long lines all over the enemy camp, causing their order to disappear.

Afterward came Artis’s Magic.

“let fragments of the Void strike the earth!”

It was the most powerful wide-range flame-type magic he could use now, level 110 Meteor Swarm.

Hundreds of fireballs fell like meteors and hit enemy locations.

As the ranks collapsed, the aftermath even reached the main camp that was attacking Fort Fieldrocks.

“What is it?”

“Why are they attacking from behind?”

The Kaldris forces attacking the fort weakened noticeably.

Leon Hart, who was commanding his troops, frowned.

‘If we just push them like this, we’ll win.’

It was an unduly good opportunity.

It was so good that he became alert.

‘Why did they do this? Is it a decoy operation?”

In the end, however, he had no choice but to draw a similar conclusion as Artis had done.

If the circumstances were that favorable, even if it was a trap, they had to take it!

“Open the gates!”

Leon Hart ran out of the fort with a detached force.

The same was true of others.

The other Templar Lords and the commanders of each corps didn’t miss the opportunity either and fought back in unison!

“All troops charge!”

“Take a detour and hit the enemy!”

“Break through and push through!”

Charging ahead of everyone, Ryu Han-bin raised Blade Aura to a great extent.

A ray of red flash began to ruthlessly destroy the enemy’s lines.

“Let’s go, warriors of Allendia!”

Brave shouts rang from all sides.

“Wow!”

* * *

The Supreme Commander of Kaldris, Tonitrus, was in despair.

‘Oh, my God…’

The formation of their forces continued to collapse. The damage was growing exponentially.

The price for making a single mistake was horrendous.

He thought he had done away with the Pitch-Black Nightmare, and he was completely caught in the counterattack!

‘Everything’s…’

Looking at the giant Valtara warrior walking through the battlefield, he gritted his teeth.

‘Is this a plot by the Sword King?’

The existence of the blond Elf could never have been a coincidence. That said, all the conditions were too right.

Then, the Sword King deliberately prepared the fake human form of the Wyvern and lured them in!

He completely predicted their ulterior motives and prepared a perfect countermeasure against them.

How many steps did he need to look ahead to come up with that strategy?

“Oh, the Goddesses are so unfair…”

Looking up at the sky, Tonitrus lamented.

“For those who have the flesh of the beast, even the brains of the wise man have been lowered!”

* * *

Despite continuing to push the enemy, The Allendia army’s commanders never relaxed.

‘We have to be careful.’

‘I’m sure they have an ax to grind.’

‘If we see any sign of enticement, we step aside!’

They were fighting hard and waiting for the enemy’s movement to change.

But as time went by, they couldn’t help but feel something strange.

First of all, the facial expressions and speech of the Kaldris and the Mado Kingdoms’ commanders were very honest.

“You cheated!”

“Sly Sword King!”

“What a plan!”

“Damn!”

Ryu Han-bin, the person concerned, even felt falsely accused.

‘What the hell did I do?’

After all, there was no trap.

The Kaldris-Rune coalition left tens of thousands of casualties and bit the front across the ridge.

Leon Hart and Ryu Han-bin looked at each other, finding each other puzzled.

“We’ve won?”

“Really? Just like that?”

It was an overwhelming victory.

Cheers erupted from all sides.

“We won!”

The majority of the cheers praised the ‘extraordinary strategist’ and the ‘master of immortality.’

The enemy’s movements were strange to anyone. It was a move that seemed to be seen by those who fell into a trap.

In addition, throughout the battle, didn’t their enemies have a tantrum at the Sly Sword King’s ruse?

Naturally, from their side, it seemed that Felard Bean had also played tricks on his enemies in a special operation.

“Long live Sword King Felard!”

“A hero of both mental and martial arts!”

“A strategist from the heavens!”

With such a rise in morale, the party couldn’t keep a blank expression.

Ryu Han-bin and Leon Hart also moved among the soldiers, expressing, ‘Hoot! It’s all planned!’

They whispered while walking with a confident face.

“Hey, Han-bin. What have you done?”

“Nothing at all. Leon Hart, what about you?”

“Same.”

Looking toward the Kaldris-Rune coalition, which was now hard to see, Ryu Han-bin murmured silently, “What kind of misunderstanding happened?”

* * *

The Kaldris-Mado Alliance suffered considerable damage.

For the time being, the troops, which numbered 65,000, had more than halved. At the moment, there were a little less than 30,000 troops left.

Of course, the damage to Allendia was considerable, whose numbers had gone down to 15,000.

But while their side lost only 2,000, the enemy lost 35,000.

Of course, the soldiers’ morale had long fallen to the ground because the loss ratio was horrible.

They were no longer in a situation to continue the invasion.

Holding back tears, they retreated to the gate of Merent Karl, the central hub of Kaldris.

The Allendia-Church army, which had a chance to win, immediately hunted them down like dogs.

The 15,000 soldiers ahead were forced to keep their wits about them.

Their positions were reversed.

The situation forced both the Kaldris and the Mado Kingdoms to question.

Two of the Top Four, the Sword King and the Spiritual Boxer, were fighting.

But what about the Kaldris and the Mado Kingdom?

Didn’t they have two of the Top Four, either?

Why didn’t the Thunder King and the Archmage come forward?

* * *

Garhan’s expression upon receiving the war report was inconceivable.

‘This can’t be…’

He didn’t expect it to go that way when he started the war.

The original plan was to mobilize Akhtarun’s Aliens and the Upper Draconium to keep them on the ropes.

It was good to do so, and if it failed, he could at least get accurate information about his opponents’ true skills.

It was a realistic enough plan considering the power difference between the two sides.

He never imagined that he would be so tactically involved.

It was the same with the six Churches of Allendia that hadn’t experienced wars for a long time.

‘The combination of the Wyvern’s mobility and the Polymorph Necklace was what made things so messed up.’

He had laughed at his vassals, saying they were mistaken about the nature of the problem, but he realized he was the one who was wrong.

‘I should have given them the Anti-Dragon Fear Orb.’

The Anti-Dragon Fear Orb, a unique item of the devil, terrorized the Dragon race until they fled.

Wyverns were also part of the Dragon race. Hence, the Pitch-Black Nightmare would have left the battlefield immediately if they used the item.

Nevertheless, Garhan didn’t grant it to his men.

It wasn’t something he thought would be necessary.

He thought he would push them anyway, and he was warier of losing items to the enemy by mistake.

The Sword King or Leon Hart could use it to scare away the Upper Draconium at once.

‘Should I at least hand it over now?’

Officials in the conference room began to raise their voices toward agonizing Garhan.

“As long as that Wyvern exists, the Upper Draconium is useless.”

“At this rate, the Kaldris Kingdom could fall!”

They were the ones who had noticed the Thunder King’s expression, yet they still started to talk openly.

“To prevent further damage, the Regent must appear!”

It wasn’t just a one-dimensional story, ‘You’re the strongest, so take the lead in fighting!’

Latna’s common sense was that the only four major power users capable of excellent flight were powerful Magic Swordsmen.

One could fly to some extent with Aura skills, magic spells, and spiritual arts, but all of those fell far short compared to Magic Swordsmen.

The strongest Magic Swordsman, the Thunder King Garhan, could also catch up with the Sword King’s mobility using the Pitch-Black Nightmare.

“All you have to do is take care of the Sword King and his Wyvern!”

“Then we can handle the enemy on the ground!”

They weren’t wrong at all.

No, if it were a normal war, Garhan himself would have stepped up before such an opinion could be uttered.

‘But due to Hollien’s defeat, I can’t move recklessly.’

In the end, he put off answering.

“I’m going to stop the meeting for a while. Hold on.”

* * *

As soon as the magic video was connected, Garhan urgently asked.

“What’s going on, Genovia? If it’s still incomplete, I’ll have to use the Anti-Dragon Fear Orb as a matter of urgency.”

Frowning, Genovia in the video dissuaded him.

“Don’t use it. What if they run away with it in this war we started to show what they could do?”

“Things have changed! We’ll see what we can do once we’ve pushed them.”

She raised her right hand as she watched Garhan hurriedly.

“I’m glad I could tell you the good news.”

A small silver necklace was shown in the video.

Garhan’s expression changed.

“Finally done?”

“Yes.”

“How many?”

“Five. Perfect number, right?”

Shrugging her shoulders, Genovia trembled.

“Thanks to that, I have stayed up all night for days. Oh, if I can’t sleep well, my skin will get damaged.”

Garhan, who regained his composure, also responded jokingly.

“If you become a Goddess, your skin will never remain damaged, so don’t worry.”

“I’ll send it right over. It’ll be there in three days.”

At the end of her power cycle, the image of the light disappeared.

Relaxing his shoulders, Garhan breathed a sigh of relief.

“Whoa, now things are going a little on a schedule.”

* * *

Five days after, the Kaldris-Mado alliance suffered a humiliating defeat.

A group of people found the gate to Merent Karl.

The Aliens of Akhtarun, who inadvertently looked at them, were surprised.

Others were roughly in their late 80s, but the leading blond, middle-aged man in robes was different.

[Race: Human. Wizard lv. 122]

‘Level 122?’

‘Was there another high-level wizard like that other than the Archmage?’

He was at a higher level than Latna’s emerging powerhouse, the Mage of Incineration, Artis.

Soon, several corps commanders rushed to greet them.

“Welcome. I’ve already heard the news. I’m the Head of Upper Draconium, Nakterion.”

The moment they heard the introduction of the middle-aged man, the aliens were surprised once more.

‘Weren’t you a Dragon, not a human?’

‘So what’s your level when you’re in your original form?’

On the other hand, the commanders didn’t seem too happy.

“I certainly welcome the joining of Lord Nakterion…”

“Are you aware of the situation? The opponent has an item that turns their Dragons into human beings.”

“At this point, Dragons aren’t much help.”

The blonde middle-aged man nodded.

“I know.”

And he showed a silver necklace through the hem of his clothes.

“This is an Anti-Polymorph Necklace from the Queen of the Mado Kingdom.”

Just by the name alone, they could guess its ability.

The commanders soon brightened up.

Nakterion smiled softly.

“Now, we don’t have to be afraid of them.”