Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 55

Chapter 55

The wights, standing blankly, looked at each other and tilted their heads.

They couldn’t understand the language, but they could sense the intent.

Those beings were treating them as ‘food’!

Normally, a wight would have rushed in without hesitation, but an unfamiliar feeling kept them from moving rashly.

-Kueeeeek!

However, the gnawing hunger didn’t allow for much hesitation.

As one charged, dozens, then hundreds followed.

It was a speed akin to a cavalry charge. The rapidly moving feet were a blur, and a murky dust clouded the earth.

The ground trembled, and the wails of the monsters, like mournful cries, echoed through the air.

In contrast, the Berserker warriors were relaxed.

Instead of focusing on the enemies before them, they were fiddling with their weapons, carefully inspecting them.

When hundreds of wights were just a short distance away, Aum Linia, at the forefront, wore a wry smile and uttered a single word.

“Kill.”

In that instant, the air around the Berserker warriors seemed to crackle with energy.

“The order has been given!”

“Kill them!”

“Slaughter them!”

“May the glory of Valhalla [the hall of Odin where fallen warriors are taken] be with us!”

The shouts that erupted from their usually silent mouths drowned out the wights’ screams.

The wights, who had been rushing in with murderous intent, flinched and hesitated.

But that was all the opportunity the Berserkers needed.

The moment a gap of hesitation appeared, the Berserker warriors, wearing fierce smiles beneath their helmets, stomped on the ground with all their might.

Thump-!

The hard ground they stood on caved in. At the same time, the bodies of the Berserker warriors shot forward like projectiles.

The moment the Berserker warriors closed the distance with the wights, the wights were sent flying like weightless straw dolls by the force of their weapons.

But as the wights plummeted to the ground, proving they were anything but light, the ground shattered with heavy thuds.

Wedges of warriors tore through the horde, splitting the hundreds of wights in half.

The wights’ heads were crushed by brutal blows, their bodies were pierced, and their limbs were torn apart.

Despite being human, they displayed inhuman strength, their laughter filled with exhilaration mixed with the screams of the wights.

Overwhelmed by their power, the number of wights began to dwindle noticeably.

-Kueeek?

The wights let out questioning sounds, as if they couldn’t understand what was happening.

Wights were beings driven by hunger. So, even if their comrades died, they would only blindly head towards the nearest source of food.

But that same principle applied to the Berserker warriors.

They trusted their comrades implicitly. They believed their comrades would not die. And neither would they. If they were in danger and received help from their comrades, they considered themselves a burden.

That was a warrior’s shame, and to avoid such shame, even the weakest had to fight with all their might.

Especially against the top predators of the continent, they would never be careless.

Cancun also drew the holy sword Burtgang.

Her gauntleted hands gripped Burtgang tightly, and she dashed forward.

Moving in a zigzag pattern at a speed that seemed impossible for her slender legs, each swing of her sword cleaved the wights in two.

A wight swung its hand at Cancun, but Cancun stopped running, leaned her head back, and narrowly dodged the attack.

Just as her hair fluttered, she spun around and beheaded the wight.

As black blood and Worm Pest [a parasitic infection] spurted from the wight’s neck, the runes on the holy sword Burtgang glowed, incinerating them to ashes.

As the ashen wight completely disappeared, other wights leaped towards her from behind, mouths agape.

Cancun gently closed her eyes, turned around, and raised her sword. As she softly opened her eyes and muttered….

“[Light-]”

Radiance exploded from the sword.

“[-Cleave!-]”

A flash of light swept across the earth.

The rushing wights exploded and vanished in the burst of light. Not only that, but even the wights behind them were split apart, and after a moment, the earth itself roared and shattered.

In an instant, dozens of wights were reduced to ashes and disappeared.

Cancun smiled, gripped her sword again, and ran forward.

Her purpose was to save the people here, but in a corner of her mind, she was feeling a thrill, a sense of ‘fun’.

The pleasure of battle, the act of destroying something and proving her strength.

She was also a Nord [a person from the Nordic countries].

“…Cancun, at this rate, she’ll completely catch up to me soon.”

Kudan scratched his head.

“Then I…”.

Kudan unwrapped the cloth covering the object on his shoulder.

It was a heavy hammer made of golden runes. However, the head was disproportionately large, about 2 meters wide and 1 meter high, while the handle was only about 50 cm long, making it look strangely shaped.

Mjolnir [Thor’s hammer].

A weapon used by the Norse god Thor, it was also used to defeat the giants who tormented gods and humans.

Mjolnir’s skills were simple.

One was [Lightning], which burned everything.

Another was [Summon], which allowed him to summon it back no matter where he placed or threw it.

Finally, it had the effect of increasing the user’s strength stat by 7 times.

Kudan unleashed the divine artifact’s [Super Strength].

His body grew larger and swelled with power.

That was further strengthened by Mjolnir’s effect.

His bulk grew like a monster, and his muscles became as hard as steel. The armor he was wearing also expanded with a roar to fit his changed body.

Wights approached Kudan with quadrupedal movements, so fast that they were difficult to follow with the eye. Kudan ignored such wights and lifted Mjolnir.

Sparks flew from Mjolnir’s head. And when he slammed it down on the ground with all his might… the very earth trembled.

The ground caved in around Kudan, and the earth emitted electricity in the crater, blackening the wights within range before gradually subsiding.

“That was… dangerous!”

“Captain Kudan can’t control his strength, that’s the problem!”

“Kudan is like that, but Cancun can’t control her strength either!”

The Berserker warriors were horrified and moved as far away from them as possible. Some barely dodged the blast and sat down hard, swallowing dryly as they looked at the scorched earth.

Everyone was terrified of the wide-ranging skills, which even threatened their own comrades.

Kudan Ragnar, Cancun Ragnar.

In Asgard [the realm of the Norse gods], there was no one who could surpass them.

The number of wights decreased rapidly.

The rushing wights trembled at the sudden appearance of the alien beings.

They had no reason to fear. No, ‘it was believed that they had none’. But now, for the first time, the wights were feeling ‘fear’.

The wights looked at each other and began to slowly back away.

“…I’m going to be forgotten.”

Aum frowned.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have any remarkable abilities. Rather, even in a one-on-one fight with the Berserker warriors here, he would be defeated without even exchanging a few blows.

Unable to make a proper contribution, he turned around at the strange feeling he felt from behind and thrust his sword.

The sword flew quickly towards its target and pierced it.

It was such a wonderful strike that a trained knight would be impressed.

Aum’s sword was lodged in the wight’s mouth. Aum smiled at the sight.

The wight tried to close its open mouth and break the sword, but the weapon made by the dwarf Ruran instead caused the wight’s teeth to shatter.

Noticing that it couldn’t break the sword, the wight grabbed the sword with its hands. Just as Aum was startled, the wight slowly approached Aum, not caring that its body was being pierced.

As the wight approached Aum with a ridiculously ignorant method, a Berserker warrior threw an axe and smashed the wight’s head.

As black blood and Worm Pest scattered, Aum released the sword and stepped back.

“…….”

He was a Nord. But in terms of fighting, his talent was remarkably poor.

In fact, he had little chance of winning even against a single wight.

Aum twitched his eye muscles, looked at the Harma territory with a humiliating smile, and said.

“…This is pissing me off. Not being able to kill even one of these guys! Ugh! I’m going to wipe them all out right now and enter quickly. I don’t want to show any more unsightly 모습 [Korean word for appearance or figure]!”

At Aum’s words, the Berserker warriors quickly advanced and annihilated the remaining wights.

***

The Berserker warriors entered the Harma territory.

The rushing wights died powerlessly, spreading blood and maggots, but the warriors, shaped like beast bones, ignored them and trampled them.

The Harma territory was filled with black blood and wriggling worms.

The Berserker warriors ignored them and moved forward.

They were heavily armed. Even if they were infected, they could neutralize curses or plagues with purification potions, so they had no fear.

The wights kept their distance from them, mouths agape.

The wights, who had been grouped together at high speed, fled from the Berserker warriors.

Other wights who saw them for the first time rushed in, but died powerlessly.

A hundred beasts, two warriors who surpassed humans, and one human who commanded them.

Ash, who was not far from the gate, widened his eyes as he saw them entering the territory.

His body trembled involuntarily at their dignified appearance.

“Who are they….”

What were they?

If even one wight entered the army’s formation, it was over. Unless they were skilled, it didn’t matter if there were ten thousand, one hundred thousand, or one million, the number was meaningless.

Such wights were being dealt with by the thousands, not just dozens or hundreds.

Moreover, they were mercilessly displaying overwhelming force without any strategy or tactics.

To the point where the wights were terrified and ran away.

Ash felt a tingling sensation all over his body.

Only later did he realize that it was a thrill.

Looking at the entering warriors, he was reminded of legendary armies in fairy tales and myths.

To Ash, the beings before him seemed like knights led by angels.

He might be at the center of an event that would go down in history, or perhaps even be described as a myth.

‘Are they an army? No. Mercenaries? That’s not it either! If such monsters were mercenaries, the continent would have fallen into great chaos long ago!’

If such beings were mercenaries, what would the numerous kingdoms and empires of the continent do?

They would use any means to attract them. The wars they participated in would surely be victorious, and the losers would experience hell.

They would become a target of fear on the continent, and no one would dare to antagonize them.

No, or perhaps the forces that attracted them would not be able to handle them and would fall into self-destruction.

That’s how absolute the Berserker warriors’ martial prowess was.

‘Where do they belong?’

Ash observed them.

There was no flag. So they might not belong anywhere.

‘Besides, beast helmets.’

As far as he knew, there were no knight orders or mercenary groups that used beast bones.

The armor they were wearing and the helmets they were wearing were alien and could not be seen anywhere on the continent.

Why? Why? For what reason?

Did they appear before him?

The Berserker warriors were also breathing heavily, as if they were tired. Suddenly, they discovered Ash and his party.

Their steps stopped abruptly.

The rough breathing became even rougher.

It was excitement. It was a look of joy, as if they had discovered something.

“We have been looking for you.”

Looking for them?

They started walking again. And reached Ash. At the forefront was a man in luxurious clothes, followed by a middle-aged man with bulging muscles and a beautiful woman on either side, and the Berserker warriors behind them.

As the man, Aum Linia, knelt, Kudan and Cancun followed, and then the Berserker warriors behind them all knelt in unison.

“……!”

He certainly didn’t think they were an army. But he had to change his mind.

Without a single mistake, they all knelt on one knee and bowed their heads. They laid down their weapons on the ground, placed their hands on their chests, and lowered their waists.

It was the loyalty that vassals offered to their lord.

It was an act of obedience towards their master.

Ash had a ‘maybe’ thought.

Who was the one who would kneel and offer obedience here?

The one who inherited the noble bloodline was himself. He was royalty, and he was going to be king.

Ash’s heart fluttered and his face brightened, but it soon hardened.

The divine warriors before him were facing ‘next’ to him.

The one they were obeying was not him. Their master was someone else.

It was….

‘…That… guy?’

Ash stared at Loki with wide eyes.