Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 154

Chapter 154: The Wind Blowing in the North (2)

 

The Odys, a renowned group of warriors and mercenaries in the north, are also a group of bandits. They fight for money. They also fight those who appear to have money.

 

Odys survived by upholding this simple but difficult principle. Sometimes backstabbing, sometimes betraying, they overcame the desolate snowfields and the bitter cold.

 

This raid was not planned. But it was natural for them to be greedy when they saw two good horses pulling a large carriage without any knights or soldiers escorting it.

 

So they attacked. It was a raid they had done hundreds of times before, and they also knew from the wizard Gideon’s search spell that there were only four people riding in the carriage.

 

The Odys warriors, all of whom had awakened their magical powers, were confident in their overwhelming power against just four people. Until the arrows fired, they had no doubts about their overwhelming power.

 

Until a hulking figure who had risen from the carriage roof drew a greatsword from thin air and blocked the arrows before deflecting them.

 

The speed at which he blocked all the arrows flying at him with his greatsword, as fast as the wind whistling past his ears, and the skill with which he changed their direction and fired them back by infusing them with magical power, left everyone stunned.

 

Amidst the supernatural reaction speed, magical sensitivity, and control that made one wonder if it was possible for human senses, only the captain, who had predicted the situation ahead of time, widened his eyes as if they were about to burst, and an urgent cry erupted from his throat.

 

“Block it!”

 

The captain, who had shouted, swung his sword.

 

Clang!

 

His body staggered from the magical power contained in the arrow. It was heavier than he had expected. However, the captain held on tightly, exerting all his strength in his thighs and waist.

 

“Thwack!”

 

“Ugh!”

 

The arrows struck two of the warriors in the neck and chest after they failed to block them. They lost their balance and fell backwards, rolling hard on the cold floor and tumbling away.

 

The dire wolves, bewildered by the disappearance of their masters, who had been riding on their backs, continued to run, seeing their familiar masters and other wolves running beside and in front of them.

 

“You goddamn b*stards! How dare you hurt my men!”

 

The captain, who had deflected the arrow and saved his life, glared at Russell on the carriage as if he wanted to kill him.

 

The carriage, running on a poorly maintained road, was taking the full brunt of the uneven ground and shaking violently.

 

However, the man stood firmly on his two legs. It seemed as if he didn’t even feel the vibrations under his feet.

 

The man, with his wide, elongated obsidian greatsword and long hair fluttering in the wind, stared at the captain. The captain pointed his sword at Russell and yelled loudly.

 

“Stick together! Stick together and break the carriage’s wheels! I’ll take care of that guy!”

 

“Yes!”

 

There were now eight men running alongside the carriage, left and right. Russell, who had confirmed the remaining men, stomped his foot on the ceiling below and shouted.

 

“Calia! Lighten the carriage weight, I’ll take off Kry!”

 

Then, without waiting for an answer, he jumped up. As soon as Russell jumped up, the captain’s sword slashed through the spot where he had been standing.

 

“Did he dodge it?”

 

“You think I can’t even dodge that?”

 

Russell, who had done a somersault in the air, swung his right arm. With a whooshing sound, Nahilnir cut the rope and device that had been holding Kry to the carriage. Russell sat down on Kry’s saddle.

 

“Heeheehee-ing!”

 

Kry, who had been running hard, howled as he felt his master’s weight on his back.

 

“Let’s go!”

 

As Russell shouted, Kry, who had been struggling, let out a loud cry and ran forward. Only one of Irrucil’s horses was now pulling the carriage. Originally, the horse should have collapsed from exhaustion due to the weight of the carriage and the weight of the three people, but the carriage continued to run without stopping.

 

Russell confirmed Calia’s magic on the carriage with his eyes and changed direction. Just by slowing down, Russell and Kry ran parallel to the Odys warriors running alongside the carriage on the left.

 

“This b*stard!”

 

The Odys warriors each pulled out the swords, maces, and javelins they had attached to their backs, waists, and thighs.

 

An extraordinary battle took place under the sky that had just passed noon and was heading into the afternoon.

 

“Kill him!”

 

The captain, who drove the wolves, shouted so, and made his way to the rear of the carriage. He intended to kill Russell while helping his men on the left.

 

With Nahilnir, Russell deflected the javelin blade, flying towards his neck’s nape.

 

“Ugh!”

 

One of the warriors, who had missed the javelin because of the terrible force contained in the greatsword, had his chest wide open. And a flash of light cut the wolf’s belly, waist, and the warrior’s upper body diagonally.

 

Splash!

 

The strong wind blowing behind them swept the blood and entrails away.

 

“This b*stard!”

 

A man with a mace pulled his legs out of the large wolf’s saddle and crouched down. The warrior, who did not lose his balance even on the constantly shaking wolf, immediately jumped up towards Russell, who was running beside him.

 

Clang━!

 

The mace, struck down from above, and Nahilnir, raised upward, collided with a dull thud. The brief moment of confrontation lasted less than a second, during which one of the two hands holding the mace turned back, quickly retrieved the dagger from the small of his back, and threw it.

 

Russell’s index and middle fingers caught the dagger that had flown straight towards his eyes from close range.

 

“This is crazy. . . .!”

 

The warrior’s astonishment did not last long. Nahilnir, who had finished the confrontation, flicked the mace upwards and then slashed it across once more.

 

Slash!

 

After cutting his waist and separating his upper and lower bodies, the warrior collapsed onto the floor, his eyes vacant.

 

“Glem!”

 

The captain, who had lost two more of his men in a short skirmish, gritted his teeth and spurred his wolf. The tamed demon beast wolf, excited by the smell of blood, exerted its muscle strength.

 

The two surviving warriors and the captain attacked Russell from the left side of the carriage.

 

On the right side of the carriage, three warriors struck the carriage with their swords and spears.

 

Each time, the carriage’s wheels trembled, leaving scars on the side walls and sending pieces of wood flying backwards.

 

“Smash it all to pieces!!”

 

“Oooooh!”

 

Even though they were the ones who had attacked first, the Odys warriors smashed the carriage with eyes full of anger and hatred. At that moment, something crimson shot out through a crack in the carriage’s side wall.

 

“Ugh!”

 

The warrior, who had narrowly avoided the blow by bending his waist, looked at what had come out through the carriage’s side wall. It was a spear-shaped object with a crimson body and a constant flow of liquid on its surface.

 

Upon retrieving the spear from the broken side wall, the individual who had shot it emerged. A white-haired girl crouched over an unconscious black-haired woman, while a beautiful woman with crimson hair and eyes stood against the wall.

 

“It’s women!”

 

“Catch them!”

 

The two warriors and one wizard, who had learned that everyone riding in the carriage was a woman, ran alongside the carriage with greedy faces.

 

“Unavoidable Flash!”

 

The wizard, having formed a hand sign and incantation, stretched out his palm, creating and firing three magically powered arrows.

 

A blood curtain, raised at Calia’s gesture, simply blocked the wizard’s attack, which flew like a beam of light, as its name suggested. The wizard’s eyes expanded upon witnessing the magical power and the execution of the spell.

 

“Blood magic! She’s using blood magic!”

 

“What’s blood magic?”

 

“It’s a long-lost magic of vampires. . . No, never mind that! The important thing is to catch that woman!”

 

“We can get a lot of money!”

 

“More than you can imagine!”

 

At the wizard’s affirmation, the eyes of the two remaining warriors shone fiercely. It was a phenomenon in which the light of magic flowed out as their bodies manifested their magical power.

 

“We have to capture them alive!”

 

“Do we need their arms and legs? They’re useless parts for women anyway.”

 

“Hehe, of course!”

 

Two warriors on wolf saddles threw their javelins. Calia’s blood curtain trapped the javelins, fully infused with magical power.

 

With the blood curtain still spread out, Calia turned around.

 

“Aella, how’s Irrucil?”

 

“They’re still not awake. What do you want me to do? Should I fight with you?”

 

“It’s okay. Just protect Irrucil.”

 

Calia turned her head again, her eyes glowing eerily red.

 

“I’ll take care of those guys.”

 

As she removed the blood curtain, one of the warriors who had been about to strike her down right in front of her made a surprised expression.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Nice to meet you.”

 

Calia, who replied like that, ran straight at the warrior and stuck her hand into the warrior’s eye socket.

 

“Kyaaaa, aaaahhhh. . . . .!”

 

The warrior’s previously piercing scream abruptly weakened and eventually lost its intensity. The warrior’s whole body moved with a rattling sound and shrank at an incredible speed.

 

“Whew.”

 

The devil, who had become a mummy in an instant, was unable to withstand the wind blowing from the front and flew backwards. The legs that had been full of muscle fell out of the saddle, leaving only the bones.

 

Calia, who had finished her meal, turned her gaze to the wolf she was riding on below her, which was even redder than before.

 

“Wake up!”

 

The demon beast wolf let out a death rattle at the touch of Calia’s finger on its crown. From the point where Calia’s finger was inserted, the wolf’s grey and brown fur transformed.

 

“Krrrrung, krung!”

 

The wolf from earlier vanished without a trace. There was a monster with a blackened mane and red eyes.

 

In the short span of a few seconds, the warrior, who had lost his companion and wolf, shouted.

 

“Deviltun! Damn it, Takman! Do something about it!”

 

“I know!”

 

The wizard, called Takman, formed a hand sign again and stretched it forward. The flow of wind that had been swirling around him gathered in his palm and flew towards Calia like a cannonball.

 

With a thud, Calia’s body, which had been standing on the saddle, exploded and turned into blood. One of the warriors shouted at the sight.

 

“What are you doing? You were supposed to capture them alive!”

 

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen. . .”

 

Takman was bewildered by the sight of the wind magic he had intended to use to restrain them, rather than blowing up their entire bodies.

 

Takman’s upper body splattered with the exploding blood. With a face of astonishment, Takman looked at his own body, where the splattered blood had gathered together to form a beautiful human upper body.

 

It was as if another human form had emerged from his own body.

 

“Ugh!”

 

However, the wizard remained a being who upheld reason. Takman instantly recognized the transformation of his body into blood, summoned his magical power, and released it in all directions. It was an extremely costly release of power, one he would never have used in normal times, but the effect was certain.

 

All at once, the blood clinging to Takman’s body dissipated, transformed into a stunning woman in midair, and finally touched the ground.

 

“Kreung!”

 

And the wolf that had changed its appearance by Calia’s magic jumped up and caught Calia, who was falling, on its back.

 

“Die, you monster!”

 

One of the remaining warriors swung his sword at Calia. He swung the sword blade straight towards Calia’s head, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his companion had died.

 

There was a clang. The warrior opened his eyes wide. Calia was still standing on the wolf’s saddle, looking back. A blood spear stood tall in her left hand, blocking the warrior’s sword blade.

 

Calia’s spear spun once, and the sword blade slid sideways. A flash of light shot into the air.

 

Takman’s magic swept towards Calia just before the blade, which had flown over like a slide, pierced her chest. However, the target was not Calia, but the wolf she was riding.

 

“Kaeng!”

 

Takman’s wind blade had deeply cut the wolf’s outer skin, causing it to jump up. As a result, Calia’s spear blade, which had lost its balance, came off the warrior’s chest and moved above it.

 

“Aak! My ear!”

 

The warrior, who had covered his sliced-off ear, screamed. Takman, who had used up almost all of his magical power and had scraped together the remaining magical power to send the wind blade, shouted.

 

“Culio! We have to retreat! They’re not the ones we can deal with━”

 

“F*ck! I have to tear that woman’s face apart!”

 

Culio, who had blood dripping from where his left ear had been, gritted his teeth. As he twitched his foot and leg, which were hooked on the saddle, signaling the wolf, the wolf he was riding stomped on the ground.

 

“Oooooh━!”

 

Kurio, who had pulled out a sword in his other hand, swung the double-handed weapon in both hands at Calia. However, Calia blocked the two lightning-fast sword strikes with a single, light gesture.

 

“You want to tear my face apart? What a big dreamer.”

 

Calia’s eyes flashed, and she transformed the spear she was holding into blood. In the palm of her hand, the magical power that had risen from her body and the blood of the warrior named Deviltun, who had died earlier, gathered together.

 

Condensed to the limit, one person’s blood spun rapidly at the tip of her slender index finger, the size of a bean.

 

“Death Sentence.”

 

With her soft murmur, the blood drop drew a red line. Culio, the warrior, experienced an instantaneous amplification of his senses. Simultaneously, Takman, astonished behind him, hurriedly deployed the defensive magic, which he had barely managed to summon, in multiple layers directly in front of him.

 

However, the red line broke the defensive barriers like sheets of paper, piercing the hearts of Culio and Takman.

 

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

 

Russell was withstanding the combined attack of three men, acting as one.

 

“What kind of monster is this?!”

 

Before the captain’s exclamation of shock could be swept away by the wind, the weapons of the three Odys warriors flew at Russell, as if they had coordinated their moves.

 

Russell cleanly blocked or deflected two blades flying from before and behind him with his single greatsword, then tugged lightly on the reins in his left hand.

 

At that moment, Kry let out a long howl and started to accelerate even further.

 

“Faster here?!”

 

As the muscular, black Kry’s four legs moved vigorously and pushed against the ground, the distance between the other two warriors immediately widened, and he approached the one who was swinging his sword at Russell right in front of him.

 

In an instant, Russell pulled his legs up from under the saddle and kicked the saddle. Kry staggered his legs from the considerable impact, but Kry held on.

 

As Russell jumped high into the air, the guys running below him each pulled out the javelins they had in their saddles and threw them. The javelins, wrapped in magical power, flew fiercely at Russell, spinning around.

 

At that moment, Russell’s greatsword created a sword curtain that enveloped his entire front with a faint afterimage. The javelins attempted to pierce through the sword curtain, spinning in place, but their strength diminished and they deflected.

 

The impact of blocking the javelins kept Russell in the air for longer, and black and white objects flew in opposite directions, tracing their respective paths.

 

“Keuk!”

 

Nahilnir pierced the warrior from chest to back, causing him to cough up a mixture of blood and mucus. As he fell, Russell reached out his hand toward Nahilnir.

 

But instead of Nahilnir being pulled along, his body was pulled towards Nahilnir, and Russell landed on the back of the wolf that had been running in front of him.

 

“Krrrrung!”

 

The wolf, who had shown hostility towards Russell for boarding without permission, immediately shook its body and attempted to push him off.

 

Russell extracted Nahilnir from the dead corpse’s body and leaped back up, sending a shockwave out from his feet.

 

With a ‘Bang’ sound, the wolf, its spine shattered, crashed to the ground, and Russell landed back on Kry’s saddle. He reached behind him, and the corpse, with an ax embedded in its head, was pulled towards him.

 

As Russell shook off the corpse of the warrior who had died with Final Frost stuck in his head and threw it backwards, the only surviving captain looked dazed.

 

“This is, damn it. Isn’t this cheating?”

 

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