Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 201

Chapter 201: The One Who Causes You to Lose

 

The scenario was changing unexpectedly. Russell straightened his bent knee and sensed his surroundings using his mana.

 

The main gate was barricaded, as were the corridors leading to other areas of the inner castle.

 

As he stared ahead, Jayvir, in armor, rose gently from his chair.

 

A change had happened. His once-long and thin white hair had turned golden and short, melting into his skin.

 

The snake-like coldness emanating from his scarlet pupils chilled the air, and the breath escaping from his recovered lips was white.

 

The revived Count Jayvir grinned at Russell and his company, as well as the troops from above.

 

The unfortunate troops groaned, unable to conceal their confusion and fear at the unexpected change of events. The troops, who were only supposed to guard the inner fortress, had received proper orders to assault the intruders.

 

However, Russell and his company had penetrated the inner castle’s hall with little difficulty. Despite the fact that roughly ten knights who were mana users had assembled just in case, it was impossible to regard it as the typical greeting.

 

Despite the troops’ surprise, Count Jayvir increased his momentum with mana from his entire body.

 

The mana that emanated from him made a thunderous noise, shaking the entire hall.

 

“It’s time.”

 

Count Jayvir spoke with a much rejuvenated voice. His voice was enough to fill the large hall, and he began to hum, and those who couldn’t tolerate Mana crouched and covered their ears.

 

“I shall no longer sit idly by and stare at the periphery. From now on, Brasilt will actively participate in the fight for succession. My father and grandfather rose to prominence as a result of warfare. Then, as their son, I must not disappoint them.

 

“You should keep your daydreams to yourself.”

 

Jayvir, who had risen from his throne, did not respond to Russell. He slightly twisted his countenance and lifted his hand, pointing at Russell and his companions.

 

“Take their heads. It will be a wonderful place to begin our involvement in the fight.”

 

The knights did not reject the young lord’s words. Loyalty and obedience were two of a knight’s most important traits, and many of them incorporated their own ideals and beliefs.

 

Despite this, the knights’ expressions showed no signs of concern. They appeared to be expecting it, or they were simply indicating that they had a hunch it was going to happen.

 

Roscell flinched reflexively but managed to stand with the help of his escort knight.

 

“Father, what are you doing?! Have you totally lost your mind?”

 

“I am more sane than ever, Roscell. This is an excellent opportunity to build a strong foundation for our family.”

 

“Opportunity?! Look at yourself, Father! What type of opportunity is that?!”

 

Count Jayvir responded to his son’s appeal. His palm was smooth and wrinkle-free, and the flesh that had been covered in toadstools was no longer visible, and the power that he had forgotten he possessed was beating in it.

 

Count Jayvir opened his mouth, aware of his racing heart and the tremendous power streaming through his blood vessels.

 

“You can be like me, Roscell. Come hither, pledge fealty, and drink his blood. Don’t you desire more power? Didn’t you always want my position? I will offer it all to you. If I get my way.”

 

“……Father.”

 

Roscell, who said something that sounded like the end, was hauled back by his escort knights. Jayvir, who had his head bowed, gestured.

 

“I’ll call you again after it’s over. Clear the way.

 

Roscell’s form vanished into the space where the troops had stepped aside. The path that the soldiers had cleared was once again crowded with soldiers.

 

“Go.”

 

An order was given. The knights came carefully, equipped with full body armor and weaponry. Knights who could combat an average of 100 people.

 

That’s only the average. Of course, the number of individuals a knight can battle varies according to the situation and environment. However, an average number can be calculated because there have been several instances of them slaying humans in a variety of settings and circumstances.

 

It was like having the power of a thousand people with ten knights, yet Russell raised his ax and greatsword calmly.

 

Both weapons were so enormous and heavy that they were difficult to hold with one hand, let alone two, but Russell raised them with the ease of picking up a twig.

 

“It must be an honor to die in battle.”

 

The knights and troops rushed towards Russell and his group. A frenzied melee occurred.

 

Calia, who had been constantly monitoring the shifting scenario, sent Russell a mana-filled voice message.

 

━The liquid that guy drank is the identical one we’ve seen before. It’s a liquid that transforms the power of those who have been killed and purified. If someone delivered such a thing to the prince’s sponsor, it is highly likely that they utilized black magic. There could potentially be such a group within the prince’s ties.

 

━I see. Move with Aella. Asharin will help you.

 

Asharin heard his full voice and grumbled into the wind.

 

━I am not your subordinate. At the most, I am Aellasis’……

 

━I will listen to your pestering later.

 

Russell, who had cut off his speech, swung his greatsword and axe left and right. With a loud cracking sound, the sturdy wood and steel shields shattered, and the warriors rolled around.

 

Jumping over the soldiers screaming and groaning with broken arms, the ten knights each swung their weapons.

 

Four blades tapped Nahilnir’s sword body, producing a ringing sound. Each of them was a sword that flew from the front, left, right, and up.

 

The remaining six came in slightly lower. Russell understood that the knights had been trained in combination techniques.

 

The follow-up attack, which had a slightly different beat than the initial attack, could not be accomplished with just one or two days of training.

 

Russell’s feet moved so quickly that they created afterimages. The greatsword initially deflected the four blades, forming a large circle.

 

The great sword moved so gently and fast that its hefty appearance and weight seemed insignificant, attempting to hack open the knights’ guts to reveal their contents. Of course, the insides should not be casually exposed to the world.

 

The knights, taken aback by the sudden movement, increased their mana and poured it into their swords. The greatsword’s momentum was so powerful that they had to gather all of the mana given to their bodies for a minute.

 

Lightning hit, making a loud noise. While four knights fell out, emitting smoke from their entire bodies without being able to scream, the other six knights did not withdraw their swords, which were thrusting straight.

 

However, even that did not work. Russell quickly whirled around while swinging the greatsword.

 

The knights had not expected such a massive man to move so gracefully as his feet brushed the floor and his torso swayed, and all six blades missed their target and sliced the incorrect air.

 

“Scatter!”

 

The one on top of the four who had fallen out appeared to be fine. When one of the six surviving knights shouted, they all moved away from Russell.

 

However, they surrounded him at exactly six points, and the mana emanating from them limited Russell’s movement while making it difficult for him to move.

 

Russell smiled as he saw them. He stepped towards the knight in front of him.

 

The knights briefly missed Russell’s movement. Only after concentrating their mana and improving their vision could they barely see Russell’s afterimage.

 

The knight standing in front appeared to believe that he could bridge a tiny gap. In the meantime, the other knights would push their swords into the gap.

 

However, the knight noticed when he attempted to deflect his own blade sideways to let the greatsword being swung pass. It was impossible to deflect this punch.

 

The knight’s upper body was severed without being deflected, and the blade of the approaching greatsword cut into him.

 

Russell, who had taken care of the knight in front, quickly rotated his body. It was to avoid the swords of the other knights, who did not express their feelings despite losing a teammate.

 

When the swords that had missed their aim again struck the air, Russell’s ax severed one of the knights in half.

 

There was no blood coming out. When it was cut, the knight’s frozen cross section crumbled to the left and right.

 

The sound of it dropping was loud since he was wearing armor, yet it did not reverberate throughout the hall. It was due to the commotion produced by over 150 soldiers and Russell’s party fighting.

 

Calia, who was wearing blood armor, and Asharin, who had summoned similar armor, were in charge of the warriors. Not killing, but clearing.

 

When Calia’s blood spear pierced the soldiers and exited straight, it erupted, showering red drips of blood everywhere. The troops who were touched by the drips of blood displayed a foggy expression before losing consciousness and collapsing.

 

Asharin was slightly more radical than that. She was not wielding a serrated greatsword but rather swinging the spears and shields that had fallen to the ground, hitting the backs of the warriors’ heads with precision. No human soldier could maintain their sanity against the strength of a dragonkin, and they all slumped, losing consciousness.

 

Russell, having rapidly searched the hall, returned to the front. It was due not just to his ability to comprehend the situation without looking back at his companions but also to his eyes.

 

Russell’s eyes sparked briefly. As if he had glimpsed the future, he drew and fanned out the route of the knights’ swords.

 

He simply had to meet it with his ax to deflect, knock, or bounce it away. All of these activities were completed in an instant, and the knights who had initiated the combination method could not help but be amazed at the sight of themselves and their teammates curled up without losing their center and balance simultaneously.

 

“H, How?”

 

The ice axe served as the finishing touch. The knights, who had lost their footing due to the flash of light and the cold that had temporarily obscured their eyesight, unconsciously closed their eyes.

 

Russell, who had fallen to the floor, lifted his body from amid the ice statues. The knights who were surrounding him were all frozen in various poses.

 

Some were attempting to block the front with their swords, raising their shields, bending their knees as if to jump up, or twisting their waists sideways.

 

However, all of their efforts had frozen during the cold wave, yielding only partial effects.

 

In less than a minute, ten knights were neutralized. It meant that Russell could easily defeat the combined power of a thousand people.

 

That fact was approaching somewhat ominously. The idea that one person possessed the ability to overwhelm a thousand people meant a lot.

 

No human wizard or swordsman is capable of killing a thousand people in a single minute. It would only be conceivable if you included the innumerable heroes mentioned in the legends.

 

Russell turned the greatsword and ax once and emerged from between the ice statues, looking at the platform where the throne sat. Whatever Jayvir was attempting to do, he must have missed some important point.

 

He paused for a while, looked down, and then met Russell’s gaze. The indigo and red gazes crossed and entwined, eventually tying together like a knot.

 

That knot was severed by Livenbus’s enraged cry as he attempted to rip his body from the wall.

 

“Thanks to you! My face, my face!”

 

The subsequent screams were unfathomable. The cry, laced with fury and contempt, quickly transformed into a mana-filled attack that reverberated throughout the vast auditorium.

 

Bang!

 

And a great sword was firmly planted in its head.

 

“You’re noisy.”

 

Livenbus, who had Nahilnir lodged in his head, collapsed with his limbs extended. Count Jayvir beneath him gazed up at the spectacle and slowly descended from the platform.

 

He held a spear in his hand, but the blade attached to the spearhead was considerably larger and longer than normal.

 

Jayvir raised the twisted spearhead in both hands and pointed it at Russell.

 

There was no further conversation.

 

Jayvir jumped up the platform’s steps and swung the big handle. The huge blade at the end plummeted and cut through the air.

 

Russell, who had stepped back to avoid the descending blade, swung Final Frost, creating a broad arc from left to right.

 

Count Jayvir, who had collected his spear, swung it while switching his right and left hands.

 

The blade of the spear, which formed a big X, deflected the ax and scraped the floor. The solid marble floor was deeply dug, with stones dumped.

 

Count Jayvir, who had been rejuvenated, was full of energy throughout his body. Jayvir, who had entirely regained his prime before the power of aging and time took him away, charged at Russell.

 

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