The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 455

272. Towards Farrell

[Sekhmet Appears in Front!!!]

“Small Golem Unit, activate large-scale shields!! Establish First Stronghold!!”

Thump-! Thump-!! Thump-!!!

Wingel Hart shouted, pulling the cockpit lever with all his might.

His heart was racing.

He swung his sword at the Fallen leaping toward Ascalon from all directions.

Spak!! Pow-!!

Kwaaaang……!!!

The Fallen struck by Ascalon’s greatsword melted into a viscous liquid, like exploding pus.

“What is this……?!”

The sticky fluid clung to the blade, and steam hissed……!!

[Krrr!]

As the fluid re-coalesced, black, four-legged beasts resembling hellhounds snarled at him.

[Installation Complete!]

[Defense Shield Deployed!!!]

Zzzzzzzzzzzang!!!!!

Small golems around Ascalon hammered huge stakes mounted on their arms into the ground. Magical electricity surged, connecting the stakes like a net to create a wall.

Clang! Clang!! Pajzzik!! Pajzzzzzzik!!!

The monsters threw themselves against the electrified barrier to break through. Despite being burned black and emitting a terrible stench with flashing sparks, they continued to attack the shield as if they felt no pain.

“What, what are these guys…….”

Wingel Hart muttered, disgusted by the black swarm.

“Damn it, combat really isn’t for me…….”

He sighed and clenched his lips.

Regretting it was useless now.

Aside from Carryl, he was the only one who could control the Colossus, a relic of the Magic Era. Whether he liked combat or not, if he had to fight, he had to fight.

“Heavy Armor Golems!! Prepare ground-to-ground bombardment!!”

He shouted hoarsely.

Behind the magic barrier created by the small golems, huge heavy armor golems with bombardment units mounted on both shoulders knelt on one knee and pushed their cannons through the barrier.

“Magic Bombardment!!! Fire!!!”

Zzeueueueang……!!

Bang! Bang–!! Bang-!!

Magic power erupted from the bombardment units of the golems, arranged in a circular formation.

Magic bullets exploded, and monsters burst apart. The corpses of the monsters gradually piled up.

Kureureuk……. Kureureureuk…….

At first, the decomposed fluid re-coalesced to regenerate into monsters, but this time their fluid did not clump together and scattered under the barrier of the small golems.

[The attack is working!!]

[Good!! Wipe them out!!]

The pilots of the heavy armor golems shouted at the sight of the exploding monsters and bombarded them even more.

The fluid gradually piled up as explosions happened everywhere.

[……Huh?]

The small golem maintaining the barrier staggered.

The corpses of thousands, tens of thousands of monsters gradually piled up, becoming almost as high as the barrier. The golems struggled to withstand the weight of the fluid.

[S, Stop firing!! The corpses might spill over the barrier!]

[But the monsters are climbing over the corpses. If they get inside the barrier, the golems will be helpless!]

[D, Damn it……!!]

The golems couldn’t attack or stop, and they couldn’t hide their bewilderment.

Kudeudeuk…….

The fluid that had been piling up under the barrier solidified instantly.

[Kyaak!! Kyaaaak!!]

[Krrr!!!]

As if mocking them, the onrushing Fallen stepped on the solidified fluid like stairs and tried to enter the barrier.

“Magic Brigade!!!!”

Kwazzzzzzzik—!!

Hwaaaak—!!

At Wingel’s cry, hot flames erupted around the golems. The firmly solidified fluid shattered into pieces from the heat.

[Kyaak!! Kyak!!]

[Kaaaaak—!!!]

It was a chilling feeling.

The attacks of the monsters, which he had thought were just monsters, were more intelligent than expected.

The monsters, momentarily faltering from the magic brigade’s attack, once again stepped on the corpses of their kin and tried to climb over the golem’s barrier.

“Damn it, this is endless……. It’s hard enough to even get close, let alone destroy Farrell…….”

Wingel Hart muttered, swinging Ascalon’s greatsword with all his might.

He had not expected to be held back like this when he boldly launched Aegis towards Farrell.

“It’s not over yet. It’s not worth sacrificing Revol like this!! Golem System Activation!!”

A large keypad appeared before Wingel’s eyes.

He tapped the keypad quickly, as if playing an instrument.

[Magic Power Charge Level 55%]

[Minimum Level Reached.]

[Core Transformation]

Click-!!

As the system activated, the armor mounted on the heavy armor golems detached all at once and connected to Ascalon’s greatsword. Each piece of armor was sharply mounted onto the blade like saw teeth.

Zzeueueueueuaaaang—!!!

When he pressed the device at the end of the greatsword, the saw teeth began to move along the blade.

Pow!! Kwagagagagak!!!

As Ascalon swung the greatsword horizontally with all its might, the Fallen were cut by the saw blades and shattered in all directions.

“Open the barrier!!”

At his command, the small golems pulled out the pillars they had driven into the ground, and the electricity disappeared instantly.

Not missing the opportunity, Ascalon jumped up and stomped on the monsters with all its might.

“Keuk!!”

But despite the majesty of the Colossus and the fragments of monsters flying in all directions, the Fallen flew around Ascalon like hunting dogs catching a bear.

It was then.

Bang! Bang! Kwaaaang—!!!!

The moment the light falling from the sky touched the ground, it blazed fiercely and burned the Fallen away.

Unlike the explosions of the golem’s magic bullets, the pouring light swallowed the Fallen and evaporated them completely.

“Wingel. Those are the Fallen Hounds controlled by Morax. Unless you kill the masters who control them, they won’t disappear no matter how many times you take them down.”

“……!!!!”

Wingel quickly raised his head at the voice coming from above. A huge black shadow, obscuring the sky, was slowly flying.

Click-! Zheeing!!!

[Sky Fortress Bombardment Reload Complete!]

Light poured out once again from the bombardment units mounted on the giant fortress.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

Amidst the explosions heard everywhere and the evaporating Fallen Hounds, Carryl descended on red scales.

[My Lord.]

Carryl, who landed on Ascalon’s shoulder, pointed to one place.

“Morax is over there.”

There, four angels wearing armor that emitted brilliant light stood like gatekeepers guarding Farrell.

[Are they the ones who control these monsters?]

The shining angels and the hideous Fallen monsters did not seem to match at all, but every time the giant horn held by one of the four angels sounded, the shattered Fallen Hounds were regenerating.

“Light is ultimately darkness. You can’t judge by appearances. Inside their shining helmets are terrifying visages [faces]. If you see them, you’ll understand why they are the top-ranked Fallen along with Malek.”

[I don’t even want to think about it.]

“To destroy Farrell, you must cut them down.”

Carryl said, placing his hand on Ascalon’s shoulder armor.

“Wingel. Run [advance].”

[But the Fallen Hounds are…….]

“Don’t worry. A path will be made.”

Woooooong……!!!!!

The Sky Fortress’s cannons all pointed towards the ground. The clusters of light falling everywhere exploded the Fallen Hounds rushing towards Ascalon.

[Krrr……! Kreuk!!]

But despite the cannons’ attacks, they stubbornly regenerated, and sticky fluid clung to Ascalon with every step he took.

[Amazing……. Just getting to the entrance is this bad. As you said, Yula doesn’t seem to have any intention of giving victory to humans.]

Alun Zaberith said, hitting the heads of the Fallen Hounds with his black staff, sounding disgusted.

“He probably wanted victory. But it didn’t have to be a human victory.”

[Are you talking about the Nephilim [a hybrid race of angels and humans]…….]

“Yes. He probably doesn’t care who lives here. From the Mythic Era to the Magic Era and up to now, humans are just creatures to be filled in for him.”

[Damn it……. Even though I know it, it feels terrible to hear it.]

Alun gritted his teeth at Carryl’s words.

[But how do we deal with these guys?]

Unlike the two who were talking, Wingel Hart asked with a worried voice.

“Dealing with the immortal Fallen Hounds is not easy, but……. Don’t worry. The Undying Legion isn’t just them.”

* * *

“…….”

Kay Rothschild, standing on the Sky Fortress, looked down at the ground with an expressionless face.

“There are many.”

She muttered in a low voice, looking at the densely covered Fallen Hounds.

“Kekeke, why? Are you scared? Little one, you should stay in there. This body will take care of it.”

Nine Darhon, standing next to her, said as if teasing her. But despite his playful provocation, Kay shook her head as if she was pathetic.

“The distance from Ascalon to Farrell is about 10km. First, it’s important to get to the four gatekeepers in the middle.”

“I’ll take the right.”

Nine Darhon slammed his staff against the floor of the Sky Fortress.

Whirr……!!

Then, slaves appeared from behind him with black smoke.

When he first created the Undying Legion, they were mummy-like figures wrapped in bandages all over their bodies, but now they ranged from knights in armor to wizards in robes.

It was truly a sight befitting the name of legion.

“I’d guess the number of Fallen Hounds is in the hundreds of thousands……. How about it? Shall we compete to see who makes the path first?”

“What?”

“Just as Carryl competes for the throne, there can’t be two suns under the sky. Don’t you think we need to make it clear who the real master of necromancy is between you and me?”

“Childish.”

Kay Rothschild clicked her tongue as if she was disgusted at him.

[Why? Sounds fun.]

But unlike her, Zarka Hoch, who was standing behind her, said as if he had been waiting for it.

“You were the elf who controlled that necromancy. That’s a relief. The Rothschild family only uses puppetry to control one necromancer, so I was actually a little sorry even while talking about this competition. It’s like I’m using a legion alone to deal with a large number of enemies.”

Nine Darhon said with a generous expression.

“This place is also a battlefield of the past. There must be corpses of all kinds. You can use skeletons or undead.”

[He’s as arrogant as I’ve heard.]

Zarka stood in front of Kay on one knee in a familiar pose. As she climbed onto his shoulder, Zarka lightly waved his hand.

[Do you even need a legion to catch something like that?]

He said to Nine Darhon with a strange smile, as if looking at a child.

“……What?”

Unlike Nine, who frowned slightly, Zarka waved his hand at him.

Zheeing……!! Zheeing!!!

The Sky Fortress’s magic bombardment units all aimed at Farrell.

Bang! Bang! Bang—!!

Amidst the pouring clusters of light, Zarka jumped down with light footsteps.

[Kaaak!!]

Zarka, who had fallen to the ground, stepped on and burst the head of a Fallen Hound.

[They have no life.]

As he stood in front of Ascalon, he waved his hand, and the fluid clinging to the golem’s legs burned and evaporated.

[How can one who will become the master of necromancy try to fight the dead?]

Kwaaaak-!!

Zarka grabbed the jaw of a snarling Fallen Hound. As his death energy enveloped it, the Fallen Hounds, which had been about to pounce on him, trembled as if they were frightened.

[This is enough for me alone.]