Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor [EN]: Chapter 547

KWA-BOOOM!

The earth-shattering roar echoed incessantly. Though it was broad daylight, the sky seemed dark due to the flashes of light all around.

A new Imperial Guard magic swordsman was about to turn his head back when Barsabe shouted,

“Don’t look back! Focus on what’s in front of you!”

“Ah, s-sorry!”

Swish!

Screech!

Monster blood dripped from the tip of her sword. She cut, cut, and cut again, but it was impossible to keep up with the endless stream of monsters.

How many were there? Thousands? No, tens of thousands? If the rift wasn’t sealed, it might be close to infinite. Barsabe bit her lower lip and swung her mana sword.

Whoosh!

The mana emitted from her sword exploded in three directions, and the monsters crumbled into ashes and disappeared.

But it was only for a moment. Soon, others pushed in, filling the void.

“There! That’s an Atan magic swordsman!”

“Barsabe!”

“Yes, Captain! I’ll provide support!”

“New recruits, fall back! Focus on stopping the monsters!”

Barsabe reacted quickly to the shout of Bonita, one of the three captains. She lowered her body and charged through the monsters. There were particularly many of them near the Atan wielding the black sword.

Clang! Clang!

“Hahaha! The Imperial magic swordsmen are nothing special, are they?”

“Shut up!”

Zing! Zing!

It wasn’t just a clash between individuals. The monsters surrounding the Atan moved as if they were bewitched by the black sword.

The monsters firmly gripped the limbs of the Imperial Guard members, and the more they were cut down, the more they multiplied.

“Farewell! Hehehe!”

Swish!

Clang!

Just as the Atan was about to plunge his sword into the heart of an Imperial Guard member, Barsabe flew in and blocked him. A murderous glint flashed in her red eyes through her disheveled hair.

“How dare you speak ill of the Imperial Palace?”

She deflected the attack in one swift motion and stabbed the defenseless foe in the upper body. Blood flowed down, warming Barsabe’s hand.

The Atan chuckled and waved his hand, and Barsabe knew what he wanted.

“Monsters? You want to consume monsters?”

Swish!

Barsabe pulled out her sword and beheaded him at the same time. The severed head rolled away and disappeared somewhere.

“If you want to eat, eat as much as you like.”

“T-thank you, senior.”

“New recruits, fall back and provide support.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Clang! Clang!

There wasn’t even a moment to catch her breath. Barsabe targeted a nearby Atan and charged again, getting drenched in the rain of blood.

“Captain! There are a total of three Atan magic swordsmen!”

“What about the mages?”

“They haven’t been seen yet!”

Swish!

Meanwhile, Bonita, one of the three captains, surveyed the overall situation.

Eliminating the Atan themselves was going quite smoothly. There were occasional magic swordsmen mixed in, but they were no match for the systematically trained Imperial Guard.

The problem was the presence of mages and sealing the rift. The key was how much impact the mages would have if they were present, and how to seal the rift after annihilating the Atan.

KWA-BOOOM!

Then, another huge roar erupted from behind. She didn’t need to look to know. It was the tremor caused by Captain Jayrut’s lightning.

Bonita first unleashed her mana to the maximum to carry out his orders.

Zing. Zing.

Swish!

Bonita leaped into the sky with all her might, and the Imperial Guard members simultaneously turned their heads to look up.

A graceful figure with silver hair fluttering in the wind. But they knew. How much destructive power came from that slender body.

“Everyone, be careful!”

“If you lose your focus, you’ll die!”

“S-senior. What on earth-”

“Come this way! This way!”

Whoooosh.

Bonita summoned a huge white spear-sword. Then, she closed one eye as if taking aim and surveyed the vast land. Next, she chose a spot and plunged the spear-sword down.

KWA-BOOOM! BAM! KWA-BOOOM!

The explosion killed a large number of monsters, but that was a side effect. A series of explosions occurred on the ground, creating a huge pit, which eventually formed a kind of boundary line.

Screeeech!

Keeek!

The monsters that had been rushing forward fell into the deep pit. It was expected to last for about five minutes. After five minutes, the pit would be filled, and the monsters would overflow again.

Everything had to be resolved within that time. Otherwise, the monsters would pass through the northern region and flow into the center.

Thud!

“Cough!”

“Captain! Are you alright?”

“Captain Bonita!”

It was a tremendous force that split the earth. Bonita coughed up blood endlessly while leaning on the ground, her body trembling. The members called out worriedly, but Bonita did not show her face and commanded firmly.

“Back to your positions! Don’t lower your swords!”

She would jump back in again once her bleeding stopped.

The members hesitated for a moment, then shouted that they understood and scattered.

Left alone, Bonita stabbed the monster debris with her dagger and looked towards Jayrut. How was it going over there? It seemed like there was a mage.

KWA-BOOOM!

At the same time as the question arose, Jayrut’s lightning flashed everywhere.

* * *

Berik’s huge mana sword was hot, blazing, and dripping with strong energy. Where it passed, traces of bright red flames remained. On the grass, in the air, and even on Beno’s side.

Swish!

“Ugh!”

“Kyahaha! Does it hurt? How much does it hurt? Huh?”

It wasn’t just a simple cut. It was a pain that contained heat, so Beno grimaced and clutched his side.

Berik seemed to have transformed into his best state after drinking the potion. His stomach was still pierced, and he was still bleeding, but…

“Crazy bastard.”

“Do you realize it now? You messed with the wrong guy. I’ll never let the bastard who made a hole in my stomach live. You’re no exception, you son of a bitch.”

Thud!

Berik leaped forward with all his might and swung his sword at Beno. It was clearly different from before. His strength was heavier, his speed was lighter, and his movements were faster.

Beno was barely able to deflect Berik’s attacks and was sweating profusely. He felt the threshold of death. The fear that if there was a small gap in time, such as a ‘moment,’ a ‘single time,’ or ‘without him knowing,’ that red sword would cut his throat.

“Try talking shit again like you did before!”

“Kuh-!”

“Again! Look at me like that again!”

Boom! Bang!

The sound of the sword blades colliding became noticeably dull.

Beno made eye contact with Efdiram over Berik’s shoulder, who was glowing with red energy, and straightened his posture, sticking close to him.

As Berik turned his head at the sudden change of direction, Efdiram’s mana orb was right in front of him.

“Shit!”

Swish!

But Jayrut’s lightning pierced through it.

In an instant, the surroundings flashed, and his vision turned white. Jayrut swung his lightning wildly, aiming for Efdiram’s vitals, and her shield was broken as soon as it was created.

Whoosh!

Clang! Clang!

“Ugh, damn it!”

“Efdiram-nim!”

“Where do you think you’re going, you bastard! I’m your opponent?!”

“Berik! To the right!”

The four of them attacked and protected each other, continuing their endless battle.

‘Efdiram is a mage. Kill her before she uses forbidden magic.’

‘Whether he’s a captain or whatever, he’s still a magic swordsman, so his mana will be limited. Just hold on.’

‘You son of a bitch! I’ll make two holes in your body!’

‘If we can just get Efdiram-nim out of here alive, we have a chance!’

Each with their own purpose.

But it didn’t last long. The storm of attacks suddenly stopped.

Swish!

Whoosh!

“……!”

“……!”

Jayrut’s lightning pierced Efdiram’s heart, and Berik’s mana sword pierced Beno’s abdomen.

The four of them stood still, breathing heavily. The tension, as if it wasn’t over even though it was, continued incessantly. What broke it was Efdiram’s groan.

“…Ah, shit.”

“Cough!”

And Beno’s coughing up blood.

As the two of them lost their strength and collapsed, Jayrut and Berik pulled out their swords at the same time. Dark red blood gushed endlessly from the pierced spots.

Swish!

When the slightly twitching fingertips completely stopped, Berik fell backward.

“Haa, haa, that was fucking hard.”

“……”

“Old man. Why were you so late? I got a hole in my stomach. I can’t do any more missions now. Shit, I can’t move until I catch five cows.”

Jayrut looked at the bloodstains on his collar and the remnants of Berik’s black sword, which had been shattered and fallen far away. It was settled. At least on this side.

“Whose fault is it that you got hurt because you were lazy in training?”

“Ah, I don’t know! I don’t know!”

“But how did you get a mana sword?”

“What do you mean? Old man does it, that molar does it, everyone does it. Is there a law that says I can’t? Ah, bring Ian here! Tell him to give me some power!”

“The potion seems to have a good effect.”

“Don’t say that in front of that crazy Acorella. She gets cocky and throws a fit. Cough.”

Unlike the other Atan, Efdiram and Beno’s bodies had to be secured. It was necessary to show everyone what kind of end the group that threatened Bariel had met. Furthermore, to the Atan tribe in the future.

“Captain! We’ve annihilated all the Atan!”

“We’re currently searching, but it’s not easy because of the monsters!”

“The number of monsters seems to be increasing!”

“There are no surviving Atan here!”

“Not here either!”

Shouts announcing the end of the battle were heard from all over.

Jayrut stared at the north for a moment, then took off his blood-stained robe. Why is that old man suddenly doing that? Berik narrowed his eyes, but Jayrut didn’t care and took off his outer uniform as well.

Once he was in a light shirt, he rolled up his sleeves and nodded his head.

“Berik. Pick up those two bodies.”

“Me?”

“Then should I do it?”

“Tell Gyu to come back, or the old man can do it, he’s more okay than me!”

Jayrut walked towards the still pouring monsters and smiled brightly.

“I’m busy.”

“…What are you going to do?”

“It’s foolish to just put a bowl in front of a broken faucet. If it’s broken, you have to fix it and stop it. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s right-”

“Captain Bonita!”

When Jayrut called out to Bonita in a loud voice, she raised her head. She was drenched in sweat and her face was pale.

“Yes, Captain Jayrut!”

“I’m going to check the rift. You all must lead the members well and protect this place.”

“You’re going, Captain?”

“Yes. I’ll go and see.”

The Imperial Guard members hesitated and looked back at Jayrut. He was now in lighter clothes. He was ready to go inside.

Barsabe tore off a monster’s head and shouted.

“No, Captain! It’s a rift! It’s a path to the abyss! It’s too dangerous! Please wait until Sir Ian arrives. He’ll be here soon!”

“What do you think will come first?”

Bonita’s pit filling up or Ian Hielo arriving. Even if Ian Hielo came first, it was not certain whether he would be able to suggest a solution.

“Don’t worry. I’ll come back safely.”

But why did you entrust the command to Captain Bonita? Barsabe bit her lower lip to swallow the words that were about to come out. Because she felt Jayrut’s will, which was different from usual.

“Captain Jayrut. I’d rather go.”

“No.”

When Bonita said that, Jayrut smiled and gestured.

Thunder rumbled in the clear sky. A chilling wind blew, spreading the smell of monster blood far and wide. Then, from Jayrut’s fingertips, a lightning-shaped mana sword emerged anew. A mana sword that shone more brightly than ever before.

“Each has their own duty. Bonita, your time is long. And precious. It is your duty to protect that time and lead the Imperial Guard. Fulfill your responsibility. I will fulfill mine.”