Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 138

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The sound of drums reverberates.

The shouts and songs of the Norsemen spread in all directions.

-Kieeeek?

The wights scattered around heard the sound and turned their heads.

Their rotten eyes stared at the massive fortress, lowering their bodies and snarling with gaping maws.

Guarded against an unknown entity, but only for a moment.

The overwhelmingly majestic sound and the stench of blood stimulated their instincts.

-Kieeeak!

Shrieking, hundreds, thousands of wights charged.

It was truly grotesque, like hundreds of ants swarming in one place.

They emitted a repulsive stench and deafening shrieks.

“They’re coming!”

The mages on the ramparts, facing the horrifying monsters, spoke in voices filled with fear.

“Aim!”

The ballistae installed on the ramparts targeted the approaching wights.

And the moment they came within range….

Hundreds of ballistae unleashed bolts.

The ballistae rattled and recoiled backward from the impact.

They were re-secured, reloaded with bolts, and fired again.

Behind them, catapults relentlessly hurled flaming boulders.

The archers on the ramparts drew their bows, aiming and firing at the wights.

The wights were pierced, crushed, and rolled across the ground by the concentrated fire pouring from the fortress.

The wights, moving as fast as horses, mindlessly leaped toward the spiked walls.

Their heads and bodies were impaled on the spikes.

Arms, legs, and bodies were pierced, twitching like worms struggling to die.

“Stop the fortress!”

“Halt!”

The moving fortress stopped as the wights approached.

The wights climbed over the corpses of their comrades impaled on the spikes of the ramparts, using them as ladders.

A barrage of arrows and spears rained down on them.

“Change magic targets! Strike them down!”

The mages of the Cron Empire ceased their gravity magic and switched to offensive magic.

The combination of arrows, spears, magic, and siege weaponry unleashed truly tremendous firepower.

In form only, but to others, it would have looked like a moving magical fortress straight out of ancient myths.

In fact, after several battles, the mages of the Cron Empire concluded that it was the ‘strongest and worst weapon’ that was difficult to apply.

At this rate, there would be no way to stop them even if they invaded another country.

The Shaman shared the same assessment.

‘Should I call it ignorant, or innovative….’

The Shaman bitterly smiled on the ramparts at the new weapon his master had created.

It was truly an absurd idea.

This fortress possessed both the sturdiness and the firepower to devastate everything around it, but its weight was as extraordinary as its might.

Using the Minotaurs brought from Astoria Island, he made the fortress move.

To think of creating something like this….

This was a weapon that could only be used in ‘Asgard’.

“It’s fortunate that there are no casualties.”

In fact, they had been attacked by wights dozens of times.

From as few as 100 to as many as 8,000 wights.

But even after fighting them, there were minor injuries but ‘no’ casualties.

The minor injuries were also caused by accidents due to improper management of the moving fortress.

“Then….”

The Shaman raised his staff.

“Let’s go wild properly!”

A massive flame was created on the staff.

The mages of the empire who saw it were speechless.

“What…!”

“…Tremendous mana!”

“Who the hell is he! They said there are no mages among the ignorant barbarians…!”

The mages of the Cron Empire cried out in voices like screams.

As the Shaman swung his staff, the massive flame instantly incinerated the wights.

“Ehehehehe! How is it! This old man is still going strong!”

As if his battle instincts had awakened, the Shaman laughed and unleashed his skills to his heart’s content.

“…….”

To the mages of the Cron Empire, the Shaman looked like a mad wizard from a fairy tale.

In fact, he was laughing maniacally with white eyes, shooting magic indiscriminately.

The earth burned, and the wights engulfed in flames died, turning to ashes.

The burning wights climbed onto the ramparts as if making a final desperate effort, but the ramparts did not catch fire.

“…Should I go out too?”

Perhaps because he saw the Shaman’s appearance?

Cancun, feeling restless, asked Kudan next to him.

Kudan shook his head.

“If you make a mistake, you’ll blow away even the fortress walls.”

“…….”

The two, who couldn’t control their power, were eventually excluded from the battle.

“Serrot-nim! It’s dangerous here! So please go inside quickly!”

“…No.”

Serrot shot arrows from the ramparts, and the other dwarves, including the dwarf Ruran, assisted her, holding so many quivers that they could hardly lift them with both hands.

“Concentrate the firepower!”

“Anyway, they’re charging in a mob, so you’ll hit them even if you shoot roughly!”

The wights were just charging in groups without any strategy.

It was natural for them to clump together.

Loki glanced at Aum standing next to him.

“What is the status of the other countries…?”

“Currently, the alliance of the Cron Empire, Ronia, and other kingdoms have each scattered in all directions and begun to invade the Holy Order.”

“How are they dealing with the wights…?”

“Mostly cavalry, archers, and shieldbearers. They also have traps prepared to prevent the wights from approaching. But… they won’t be able to hold out.”

“I guess not. But it can’t be helped. It’s only for ‘buying time’.”

This was only to buy time.

The reason for dividing the troops, even knowing that the enemy’s forces would increase, was also to scatter the wight forces.

It would be even better if the giants scattered to defeat the other kingdom’s armies.

No matter how moving the fortress is, the moment the giants arrive, cracks will appear in an instant.

***

A report came in that Asgard was approaching the capital of the Holy State.

Although it is not known exactly, it is estimated that they will arrive in the capital in about 3 days and begin the damn giant hunt.

-This is really ridiculous! What the hell are these barbarians? No, they are no longer barbarians! What kind of civilization has developed like this…? Of course, there was the help of the dwarves… but still! They are not even from ancient myths… it’s absurd! When building the fortress, the expected height was 10m, but they not only made it higher than that but also highly developed siege weapons? The small ballistae are mounted on chariots, providing not only mobility but also almost no recoil and a fairly high hit rate! …Besides, the mage named Shaman has more than twice the magic of our combined mana…!

“……”

Karma chuckled at the report.

He received a video crystal, and something bizarre was filmed in the video.

The sight of a 15m-high citadel moving.

Moreover, the siege weapons and magical bombardments fired from it were, as the mage said, like something out of ancient myths.

“What’s wrong?”

Karma turned to the side.

King Eron of Ronia was tilting his head.

Karma looked at Eron and licked his lips.

“No, it’s nothing.”

Karma turned his gaze forward.

On the vast land, not far from the armies of the Cron Empire and Ronia, a sandstorm was raging.

To be exact, ‘monsters’ were causing the sandstorm, approaching with a fierce momentum.

-Kieeeeeee!

A group galloping on all fours at the speed of cavalry.

The number is countless.

With that number, the Cron Empire and Ronia armies would hardly last a day.

The earth rumbled.

With so many monsters running at full speed, it felt like the ground would collapse.

Karma sweated as he looked at the monsters.

“Can we… stop this?”

“…We have to try.”

Eron’s voice trembled.

He seemed quite frightened.

But it was already too late.

There was no escape. If they ran away, they would become their prey.

“Grit your teeth and endure! In 3 days, Asgard will arrive at the capital of the Holy Order! Until then….”

Karma groaned and opened his mouth.

“…Stop them even if you have to give up your lives.”

“Cavalry! Lure them to split them up!”

At Eron’s cry, the cavalry of Ronia and the Cron Empire split to the left and right.

Some of the wights, who were gradually approaching, changed their target and followed the cavalry.

But tens of thousands of wights charged straight ahead.

They drooled as they ran, looking at the humans made of delicious meat and blood.

The moment they reached the front of the Cron Empire and Ronia armies, their feet gave way.

-Kieek?

The ground collapsed, and they fell tens of meters below.

There were sharp spikes on the collapsed floor, piercing the fallen wights.

The wights, surging like waves, increased their speed and leaped, seeing the collapsed ground.

“Pull!”

At Karma’s cry, the soldiers pulled the ropes stuck in the ground.

Instantly, fences made of sharp iron spikes popped out of the ground, piercing the leaping wights or pushing them into the pit.

Some of the wights who fell into the pit struggled to climb up even with their bodies pierced.

Seeing that, Eron shouted.

“Set fire to the oil!”

They set fire to the oil and pushed it into the pit.

The pit burst into flames in an instant.

When the incoming wights leaped, the soldiers held long spears and pushed them away, pouring arrows and siege weapons.

The mages created barriers with magic, preventing the wights from invading as much as possible.

The wights who failed to leap and fell into the pit writhed in agony, burning.

“Don’t let a single one into the formation! Otherwise, we’ll be annihilated in an instant!”

Karma shouted that and narrowed his eyes.

‘It’s fortunate that the wights are stupid. The strategies of Farm and Hans of Ronia are great. But….’

Karma looked ahead.

The wights’ screams and the smell of burnt corpses spread.

The wights who smelled the sound and smell from afar began to gather little by little.

The number of wights decreased rapidly, but it also began to increase again.

“…Can we hold out?”

They were bait.

They had to hold out as long as possible.

***

Palace sweated and watched Trim’s mood.

His face was pale, and he hesitated how to bring it up.

He had released the wights several times to stop the news of the barbarians approaching a few days ago, but he could not stop them.

‘Fools! Are you being defeated by humans? As expected, you are defective…!’

The wights were the result of a failed attempt to create a perfect worm fest [an experiment to create a powerful undead army].

Their lack of intelligence was a major weakness.

They could be guided to prey, but it was impossible to recognize complex command systems.

That’s probably why they were defeated by the moving fortress.

‘What should I do? Should I tell him?’

According to the report, they are quite close to the capital.

There is even a report that they may arrive within today if all goes well.

Even if he used the wights, he could not stop them, so he and the Black Judge had to step up, but it was doubtful whether Trim would allow it.

Currently, Trim treats Palace like a slave. Also, he didn’t trust him.

If Palace tried to leave this place, he might suspect betrayal and try to kill him.

If he didn’t report it, he was afraid of the retaliation that would come later.

“Um… Master….”

Trim’s eyes glanced at Palace.

Just clenching his mouth tightly and glancing slightly showed that he was not in a good mood.

Palace flinched at Trim’s gaze and stepped back. But he had already spoken, so he had to tell him the matter.

“…There are those who are approaching here.”

「Is it human?」

Palace was about to nod when his body bounced off.

It was because Trim flicked his body with his finger.

Palace, who rolled on the floor, hurriedly got up again and bowed his head in front of Trim, apologizing.

His head was broken and blood was flowing, and intense pain came as if all the bones in his body were shattered, but if he screamed in pain for no reason, he would be severely punished for being noisy.

All he could do was bow his head to the being in front of him and remain silent.

「Did you call me to give me such trivial reports? You incompetent worm!」

“That, that’s…! I tried to handle it with my own hands, but… the, the opponent is too strong.”

「Strong? How strong can a worm be? Is that what the one who ruled the world should say?」

Trim lowered his upper body and glared at Palace.

As his face gradually approached and he felt a cold breath, Palace trembled and rolled his eyes.

His body is gradually freezing.

This was the same as torture.

Knowing that, this being called Trim brought his head closer in this way every time he punished him.

“They are humans, but… they seem to be powerful beings! Otherwise, there is no way that humans can deal with wights!”

「…Powerful beings?」

Trim became curious.

“Well, I don’t know, but a huge fortress is approaching. And the one who is pulling that fortress is the lord of the north.”

Palace continued nervously.

“It’s a man named Loki.”