Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 245

“…What do you think? Loki.”

In front of the World Tree.

Loki stood face to face with Kanus, Urgart, and Serlot.

Loki held the twin swords of Mekriurs, which Kanus and Urgart had crafted from the corpse of the Constellation of Wind.

“Good.”

And on the finger of his gauntlet-clad hand was a ring, forged from the corpse of the Constellation of Rain.

Serlot would use the World Tree to spread the plague, and the ring to unleash torrential rain.

By controlling the wind direction with the twin swords, he would spread the plague to Elysion and even create a typhoon.

Elysion was the sanctuary of the Constellations.

They never imagined that humans would invade this place, so saturated with their power.

Therefore, their defenses were woefully inadequate.

It was just a wall that mimicked the appearance of a fortress, and without Gaian [likely referring to a source of sustenance or resource], there wouldn’t be enough food.

Needless to say, there were no drainage facilities.

They could never have imagined that a disaster would strike the ‘sanctuary’ where bright light shone every day.

“Excellent. I’m satisfied.”

Kanus and Urgart smiled contentedly at Loki’s words.

“Is that so?”

「My disciple is pleased, so it was worth the effort,」Kanus telepathically communicated to Urgart.

“Serlot, thank you for your help too.”

Loki stroked Serlot’s head.

Serlot smiled faintly.

“Now that disaster has struck, they won’t stand still.”

Loki turned and entered the command tent among the many tents that had been set up.

Inside, Aum, Hans, Kudan, Sharman, and Per were deep in discussion.

They started to rise to pay their respects at Loki’s appearance, but Loki raised his hand to stop them.

“What’s the situation with the Allied Forces?”

Aum reported.

“We are currently occupying the territories of the kingdoms, encircling Elysion.”

“The navy?”

Hans read from a report.

“They have landed and are expected to join us within a week.”

The plan was proceeding smoothly.

But Loki wore a troubled expression.

“This is troublesome.”

“Yes?”

Everyone looked at Loki, puzzled.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have just waited quietly.”

“What do you mean?”

Sharman tilted his head.

“I’ve stirred them up so much that soon….”

Aum, Hans, Kudan, and Per exchanged knowing glances and nodded.

They were skilled in warfare, so they could predict how the enemy would react.

“They will attack.”

***

Thud!!!

Most of the city within the Elysion Sanctuary was flooded by the relentless torrential rain.

The soldiers were desperately bailing water, but it was an impossible task for humans to stop a natural disaster of this scale.

Above all, whoever designed this paradise was a fool; there were no drainage facilities at all.

“Prepare the army.”

If Asgard attacked in this state, Elysion would be annihilated without even putting up a fight.

‘The Constellations will step in when that happens.’

Emperor Milanizel gritted his teeth.

‘Perhaps… that’s why Therios isn’t stepping forward.’

To forge a perfect alliance through a manufactured crisis.

If their lives were at stake, they would abandon their pride.

‘Are we just pawns?’

Therios’s strategy gave Milanizel a headache.

Was that the will of the Constellations!

‘But… I understand it to some extent.’

Just as Therios sacrificed Emperor Milanizel, he could throw another sacrifice to the enemy.

‘…Once they realize what’s going on, the Constellations and those damn priests will move.’

“Marquis Rohan.”

At Milanizel’s command, Marquis Rohan, his loyal knight and vassal, stepped forward.

A large man clad in golden armor from head to toe.

Behind him stood a giant golden lion.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I will lend you 40,000 troops.”

“……”

“Charge into the enemy camp.”

“I will obey your command.”

***

The gates of the Elysion Sanctuary creaked open.

Clang-! Clang-! Clang-!

Amid the torrential rain, the warhorses moved out in organized rows and columns.

“Hoo….”

At the head of the army was a giant riding a golden lion.

A man in golden armor, wielding a massive spear over 3 meters long.

The hero of the Lotos Empire.

The Golden Knight, Rohan.

His family had served the Lotos Imperial Family for a thousand years, and their mastery of the spear was legendary, unmatched by anyone on the continent.

He was now leading the vanguard under the orders of Emperor Milanizel.

Behind him were 200 knights, 3,000 cavalry, and over 30,000 infantry lined up, ready for war.

“Strike the enemy camp and quickly retreat.”

The knights on horseback moved closer at Rohan’s command.

“Huh, shouldn’t we just completely crush the enemy camp? Aren’t they just barbarians with only about 40,000 troops, including those at the main camp?” one knight asked.

“Don’t underestimate the Nord tribe of the North.” Rohan cautioned.

“…Of course. But I trust our Imperial Army.”

The knight turned his head and looked back at the impressive force.

Each of the knights was a skilled warrior, comparable to renowned heroes.

As they had always trained rigorously for war, their confidence was unwavering.

“They have monsters, not humans.” Rohan stated grimly.

“Are you talking about those things a little bigger than ogres?”

The enemy’s camp was visible on the horizon, quite far away. Giants could be seen there.

It was hard to gauge their exact size because they were so distant.

But at most, they would be slightly larger than ogres.

“The bigger the body, the slower they are. We can take them down like hunting elephants.”

“Yes, we can ignore those giants and focus solely on the camp.”

The Emperor ordered the charge, but behind his command, he had no intention of engaging in a full-scale battle.

“Position the army in the center and establish a fortified camp. I and the cavalry will sweep through the enemy’s main camp.”

“Yes.”

Marquis Rohan and his army advanced.

It was only after reaching a certain distance from the enemy’s camp that the morale of the soldiers began to waver.

“…Good heavens.”

Even the confident knight gasped, betraying his nervousness.

Soldiers covered from head to toe in jet-black armor.

‘What is that armor…?’

It was clear at a glance that it was not a metal from this world.

Fear washed over them as they took in the enemy’s advanced equipment and the giants wearing that formidable armor.

Marquis Rohan remained unfazed, saying indifferently.

“Still think it’s nothing?”

“…No.”

“The enemy is a barbarian force that destroyed the Holy Order.”

“……”

“You know how strong the Holy Knights of the Holy Order are. We are fighting those who defeated those Holy Knights.”

Rohan tightened his grip on his spear.

“Let’s go! May the grace of the great Emperor Milanizel and the Constellations of Elysion be with us!”

Rohan raised his spear high.

Kwaaaaaaaa-!

A golden aura erupted from the spear and enveloped his body.

The morale of the hesitant knights and soldiers surged at the sight.

One of the heroes of the Lotos Empire was in charge of this operation.

The outcome was certain.

“Let’s go!!!”

Marquis Rohan spurred the golden lion into a sprint.

Behind him, the knights and cavalry thundered forward.

The sight of thousands of cavalry charging at full speed across the rain-soaked earth was magnificent.

Rohan was scattering golden mana and scanning the horizon when he spotted a lone warrior.

A bear-like man holding a warhammer.

“…Well… for now.”

Kudan Raguna.

The warrior known as the strongest in the North raised the infamous Mjolnir [Norse mythology: Thor’s hammer].

“…Shall I just electrocute them all?”

***

「Oh! It seems the bugs are thinking of colliding with each other!」

The Constellations, trapped within the temple of Elysion, were struggling to overcome their boredom.

For them, the video crystal ball in front of them was a welcome toy to relieve the monotony.

Rohan on the golden lion in the lead, followed by 3,000 cavalry.

The spectacle was enough to pique the interest of the Constellations.

Because witnessing a war of that scale was a rare sight in both ancient and modern times.

「Now, what will happen?」

Watching bugs fight each other was always amusing.

The fallen Constellations were underestimating their enemy, Asgard.

「By the way, Therios. Can you do something about this rain? It’s disgusting to get damp.」

Some Constellations complained.

But Therios was silently focused on the video ball.

「Tch!」

Some of the Constellations made disapproving expressions at being ignored.

But they held their tongues and continued to chew on the fruit containing human life force.

The fruit revealed a red flesh, resembling a tomato.

The Constellation frowned and examined the fruit.

「What? This… doesn’t taste good?」

It was usually quite sweet and a favorite food!

「Priests, aren’t you doing your job properly?」

The Constellation clicked his tongue in annoyance.

The Constellations had no idea that the change in taste was because the Elysion sacrifices, infected with the plague, were suffering from the torrential rain and starvation.

Even though the priests had voiced their concerns, they had been ignored.

「Incompetent. I’ll round them up and replace them with other priests.」

They dismissed it as insignificant.

***

“……”

Rohan’s face hardened.

It was because of the armed opponent standing before him.

‘Alone?’

No, not alone.

Even though they were a little further back, warriors wearing beast helmets stood behind him, weapons in hand.

But they didn’t seem nervous.

They were just laughing or singing.

‘…Madmen.’

Were they that confident in battle?

To dare to show such composure against the Lotos elite army.

“…Yes, they must have become arrogant because they have only known victory until now.”

There are occasionally people like that.

Those who think they are invincible.

But that pride will soon be shattered!

“Oooooooo!!!”

Rohan amplified his mana even further.

Morale was low due to the Elysion disaster.

He had to win this battle decisively to restore their spirits.

‘Look! Soldiers of Lotos! Foolish barbarians of the North! This is-!’

The golden lion leaped forward.

Kudan Raguna paused and raised his head.

‘This is the power of the hero of Lotos!’

Rohan’s spear hurtled down towards Kudan.

Cutting through the air, fiercely scattering golden mana.

‘Die!’

The moment Rohan was certain of his victory-.

Clang-!

The golden spear shattered like shards of glass.

Crack-!

The golden lion’s flank was pulverized by a swing of the heavy hammer, and Rohan’s lower body, which was relying on its torso, was also crushed.

“…One down.”