The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 47.2

Chapter 47.2: The Siege of Ironheart (1)

Cain stomped his left foot on the ground. The ground cracked like a spiderweb, centered on his heel.

Crackle—!

From the pure white cloak that enveloped Cain, lightning bolts shot out like a flood, and Cain pulled back his right fist.

‘If a sword is a line, a fist is a point.’

The ultimate thrust that could shoot down the sun from the sky.

He had never learned it.

But he had seen it.

Cain recalled the strongest swordsmanship that aimed for a ‘single point.’

━I cut the clouds, and your father pierces the sun. Slashing and thrusting. What a cruel and glorious fate.

Johnny-Walker had guided him.

Memories followed.

Cain’s bittersweet answer that he found.

Even though he had only seen it once, it was the sword of that day that he would never forget!

Cain-style Ardvark.

Lu Rabada.

Rumble—!

Lightning gathered and concentrated in Cain’s right hand, rotating.

At first, it was a faint breeze, but in an instant, a lightning storm descended upon them.

Crackle—!!

Like a beast unleashed, thousands of lightning bolts shot out.

Flash—!

The lightning shattered the spear shafts that were aimed at Cain.

It crushed any armor it touched.

Crash—!

It shattered the weapons the soldiers were holding.

Not even a scream escaped their lips.

The soldiers and knights, unable to comprehend the situation, could only blink their eyes.

“I’m… I’m alive?”

They were surprised to find themselves alive amidst the destruction of their weapons, armor, and shields.

As they all patted themselves down in astonishment, Cain walked towards them.

Then, brushing his hair back, he commanded Crowl’s soldiers.

“Those who know honor, make way.”

Cain had spared them once.

Step—

He walked on, stepping on the broken spear shafts.

The soldiers only glanced at him as they slowly backed away, and even the knights who commanded them hesitated, unsure of what to do.

“What are you all doing! Kill him, now!”

Arian, who had been watching, shouted in horror. She couldn’t just stand there and watch as that monstrous adversary approached any further.

“Now—!”

Arian gestured and shouted at the knights she had persuaded. They shook their heads but reluctantly stepped forward.

It was either die here or die when Arian’s hold on them was revealed.

However, after the devastating attack that had just occurred, all they could hold in their hands were their fists.

“I’m sorry.”

Whoosh—!

An unknown knight with brown hair threw his massive body forward, thrusting his fist.

Cain dodged with a hair’s breadth, twisting his body slightly, and replied.

“Those words saved your life.”

Thud—

The knight’s fist was fast enough.

It was fast and accurate enough to take down dozens of back-alley thugs.

Thump.

However, it was nothing compared to Cain’s knee, which bounced up high enough to make the ground sink.

“Ugh—!”

The brown-haired knight, who was hit in the jaw with a knee, collapsed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

It was instantaneous.

He knocked down five charging knights with a single blow each.

“Next.”

Cold words swept across the battlefield.

There was no one else who dared to challenge Cain, who had effortlessly defeated five knights.

“Is he really the Sword Master?”

“As expected…….”

“But why isn’t he killing them?”

In war, it was often easier to kill than to capture.

However, Cain was deliberately taking the thorny path.

The Crowl soldiers facing him felt a mixture of bewilderment and relief.

So much so that if they survived this battle, they would all praise Cain’s mercy.

Of course, Cain didn’t want that.

‘It will become an issue. And something even bigger.’

Creating the issue of single-handedly defeating a count without killing anyone, Cain began to speak in order to achieve his original goal.

“My enemy is only one. Arian.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the murmuring troops raised their heads to look at Arian on the wall.

Cain also looked up and met her eyes.

“Arian poisoned Lord Count Garick and Lady Mia and tried to blow up the Ironbridge for her own greed.”

Being a warrior was enough if you were good at fighting.

However.

“And that’s not all. She secretly disposed of the Lord Count’s only son.”

If you were ‘Lord East,’ responsible for all the warriors of the Great Wall, you had to be cunning, even sly.

“The Crowl that I will destroy is the Crowl that that treacherous woman does whatever she wants with!”

Without drawing his sword, with just a few words, Cain had brilliantly turned the tide of the war.

Step—

As he walked, his enemies began to part like waves.

The war that was supposed to be the siege of Ironheart was tilting in his favor as easily as a seesaw.

Arian clicked her tongue.

“It seems you don’t realize that my words are the Lord Count’s words.”

Flap—

She unfolded her fan.

A stench so foul that one would want to wash their nose out with water after smelling it rose up.

Covering her face with the fan, she said with a crescent moon smile.

“Like this, Lord Count.”

Behind Arian, something red suddenly sprang up.

Thud—!

It landed on the open space created by the troops retreating with a noise that shook the axis.

Thump.

Arian closed her fan.

Pointing the tip of her fan at Cain, she pronounced his death sentence.

“Kill him.”

“Kill… kill… kill….”

The man with red hair, his eyes bloodshot, blood flowing from his nose and ears, repeated only one word.

The muscles in his entire body bulged.

The clothes made of luxurious cloth were torn without mercy.

“Raaaagh—!”

Count Garick, his entire body flushed red like molten iron, roared.

This was the last resort Arian had prepared.

Thump—

Cain lightly tapped the ground with his left foot.

Lowering his center of gravity, he raised both fists and stared at Garick, who was now clearly driven mad by Arian’s tricks.

Especially his heart.

It was in Rude.

Thump, thump—

And it was also in Garick.

Something that shimmered like a red jewel pulsed, driving Garick’s entire body.

It was the ‘curse’ that ran through Crowl’s blood.

And this was the end of the battle.

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