What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 792

Ressentiment (3)

For a while, no one paid attention to the sound.

“······.”

Except for Wilhelmina Sneider.

“Militia! Fall back! Fall back to the rear of the Knights!”

“Waaaaah······!”

“Princess Herarda, your mother, Countess Lavinia, has advanced to the front of the royal palace! She is currently engaged in a decisive battle with the Commander of the Royal Guard!”

“What did you just say?”

Knights guarding the royal capital rushed from all directions to deliver the news.

Herarda Valentin snatched a sword from a dead enemy, threw it, and took down an archer. She then looked back at the enemy ranks stretching to the roots of the distant mountains.

She had never even considered the word ‘give up,’ but she was constantly out of breath.

Under the darkness, the legion was as dense as ants swarming towards sugar cubes.

Sneider’s private soldiers alone could not have amounted to such numbers. Clearly, the nobles who followed him had offered their entire forces.

It was a blatant rebellion that even a five-year-old could not fail to recognize.

“The Royal Guard is using force to block the entry of His Majesty and the royal family, and the conflict that started within the castle seems to be escalating. Imperial troops, who appear to have been lying in wait throughout the royal capital, are also assisting the Countess. A temporary alliance has been formed!”

“Ha······.”

Herarda bit her lip, her golden eyes gleaming.

The few priest-level holy knights sacrificing their lives to pour out Aether (a mystical energy source), and the priests desperately maintaining the sanctuary to help them, caught her eye. These holy knights were never even classified as combat personnel in the first place.

Knights of the Roseharder family and nobles loyal to the royal family were also doing their best to aid the fight.

However, far more had fled south under the cover of night.

In short, they were outnumbered. Without the help of the Imperial Army, even defending a single city had become a daunting task.

“Princess, it is clear that His Majesty has regained his senses! There is no other reason for such a commotion in the royal palace!”

“······.”

Whose fault is it now that there are so many cowards in the country?

If the Royal Guard had betrayed the King, there was no solution other than all-out war with the alliance.

Like a certain magician who was backing her up right now.

“······Indeed.”

Sneider must be annihilated, or else they would have to perish together.

Herarda bit her lip as she looked at Diederick Roseharder, who was deploying a sanctuary over there.

Despite the Princess’s persuasion, he chose to fight on the battlefield instead of tending to the wounded in the temple.

“I understand. Keep me informed of any news from my mother! Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess will soon return! The Chief God and Emperor Christa will protect you, so do not lose faith!”

“Valentin! Valentin! Valentin! Valentin!”

The moonlit Fenetian royal capital was already a battlefield, as chaotic as a glass bottle containing all the terrible noises of the world.

Adding a few new melodies to this would not be a special event.

Herarda, at the forefront, began to direct the people again, shouting at the top of her lungs.

They were naturally terrified, but brave enough to rush out with farm tools and implements to protect their homes.

Of course, they did not know the difficult details of battlefield tactics or political gains and losses.

However, they clearly knew that the Sneider ducal family, whom they had trusted for a long time, had betrayed them and released the ‘Fallen Ones,’ killing and maiming many family members and neighbors.

In addition, the spirit of the few nobles who followed the Valentin family was also great.

Now, the people of the royal capital were ready to take revenge.

Even if it meant sacrificing their own lives.

“Duke! Look here, Duke Sneider! How could you do this to us?!”

“Our grandfather died because of you! He couldn’t even leave a word and was taken by the Fallen Ones! Because of you!”

“You’ve done so many good things! Were you filling our bellies with one hand and stabbing them with the other? Huh?!”

“Yaaaaa······!”

The lunar halo was casting a spell to turn fear into courage.

Herarda sent the people, who were worked up, to the rear and exchanged glances with the knights.

The movements of the enemy, who were changing their formation, were unusual.

Gibriel Diop, who was sharing the battlefield with her, also narrowed his eyes sharply.

Lopi, standing next to him, bristled his fur and puffed up his body. The fire lion summoned by the divine beast was also growing in size.

-Peeeeeeee―♩

“······.”

Beyond the eardrum-piercing drumbeats and the friction of blades, the clear sound of a flute echoed once again.

Indeed, the magician’s eardrums were not broken.

Gibriel quickly reached out his arms to put Lopi in his arms.

The palace lord had instructed that even if it was a divine beast, he had to take care of it properly.

-Yaoooo

“What? Come here. If animal units get involved, it will be troublesome even for you.”

-Awook

The troublesome cat did not budge and stood its ground.

Its eyes were wide open, and its attitude was as upright as if it were waiting for someone to appear.

Gibriel immediately looked back at the eastern sky.

The sky just before sunrise was as black as ink.

Red flames were constantly rising from the direction of the royal palace, and those who had fallen bleeding were all being transported towards the Pantheon (a temple dedicated to all gods).

The golden, brilliant Noctiluca [bioluminescent plankton] of the temple was very beautiful, but it could not last forever.

‘Heeheeing!’ Pong-du shook his head coolly and kicked the torso of a Sneider rebel wielding a club from behind.

-Thwack!

“Cough!”

Amidst the round-robin screams and shallow earthquakes, Gibriel finally realized something.

-Flute-lee-lee-lee♪

“······.”

This unrealistically clear sound is not an instrument, but a human voice.

The man’s bright red gaze flicked to the west. It felt like time was moving very slowly.

Beneath his chin, the army following Sneider was reorganizing its ranks.

Gibriel and the others had worked hard to deal with them, but there was still a long way to go before they were annihilated.

In the darkness, mottled with torches, their spears and swords gleamed, and two small catapults, which had been dropping holy stone bombs from afar, were slowly advancing towards them.

The eyes of the beasts and rhinoceroses, dripping with foam and saliva, gleamed fiercely.

“······Damn it.”

His magic power was not infinite.

He could not recklessly use his power and enter a mana hibernation in the middle of the enemy’s capital.

Unlike the holy knights, who could stay up for fifteen nights with just a priest, magicians had to rest to replenish their mana.

This was the decisive reason why the Imperial Army had not been able to easily defeat the Divine Kingdom’s army until now.

The cool western wind stirred his golden hair wildly and ran away.

-Flute-roo-roo-roo―♬

It was then.

[Conduct the song of freedom, Auspex!]

It was like an echo of the Chief God flowing down from the sky.

As soon as the familiar man’s voice rang in his ears, everyone’s time, which had been moving like a snail, snapped back to normal.

Diop felt a tremor run through his whole body even before he fully processed what was happening.

Herarda and the other knights also blinked their eyes and stopped their swords and bows.

Before they could accurately grasp what the voice had been—

-Kkirurururu······!

-Pa-pa-pa-pa!

“Kuh!”

“Ugh!”

Along with the bird’s cry that shook the heavens and the earth, a tremendous wave of golden qi [life force or energy] swept across the battlefield in a fan shape.

Startled horses lifted their front legs and shook their manes, and soldiers could not withstand the strong wind and collapsed in a heap.

The Sneider rebels were also falling here and there in the same way.

In the distance, a catapult could be seen teetering precariously, and fine sand dust was stinging Gibriel’s eyes.

He frowned and quickly checked the direction of the royal palace.

The wave of air, sweeping through the royal capital as if it would take away all breath, was constantly spreading towards the Sea of ​​Abundance.

The wave vaguely resembled the shape of a giant bird, but the shape quickly scattered, so he could not be sure.

Gibriel knew best that this was like magic, but it was definitely not magic.

He stroked his beloved horse’s mane and quickly whispered. The voice he had just heard was definitely······.

“Pong-du, it’s okay. It’s nothing. You too, cat······.”

At that very moment.

-Kweeeeeeeek!

A certain beast let out a tearing scream. The magician’s eyes widened.

“Argh, what is it! Why is this guy suddenly like this!”

-Kigiiiiiiii······!

-Kaaaak, Kaaaak, Kyaaaaak!

-Kwaddeudeuk!

“Oh, oh, oh! The nose ring is breaking!”

‘Kwaddeudeudeuk!’ Suddenly, a sound of something breaking and a roar erupted from the direction of the enemy. ‘Aaaaagh! Aaaagh, my leg! It bit my leg!’ The screams of those filled with fear, the pleas and screams of those dying unexpectedly, began to stain the battlefield with blood in an instant.

‘Waaarr, Kkagagang!’ A chariot made of steel was easily destroyed by sharp claws, and the wheels of a carriage hit by horns were shattered like they were made of mud.

Monsters and beasts with bloodshot eyes were wreaking havoc, literally painting a hellish scene.

This was a scene of carnage that could be described as the slaughter of humans by beasts.

The beasts they had been proud of taming for a long time, the animals they had dragged in at a high price and arbitrarily made to participate, the many beasts they had whipped, starved, and threatened by capturing newborn cubs······.

-Krrr! Woof! Woof woof woof!

“Good heavens, protect the Duke and get out of here immediately! Quickly!”

-Keeeeeeek! Kweaak, Kweeeeeek!

“They are not listening to orders! Captain, all those guys are talking······!”

“Magic stones don’t work! Curse magic stones don’t work, Keuhaaaak!”

-Boo woo wook!

“Move with Duke Sneider! Quickly!”

“Save me, save me! I’ve been feeding you until now, haaaaak!”

······Finally, they were being freed by the grace of the Chief God.

They were gaining overwhelming energy and crushing all humans.

Due to someone’s ‘stigmata’ [marks resembling the wounds of Christ].

-Doo doo doo doo······!

“Waaaaa······!”

“······.”

At the end of the western avenue leading to the royal capital, a skull-numbing roar poured out along with an earth-shaking rumble that vibrated the molars.

Gibriel felt a slight dizziness and gathered magic power again with the tip of his staff.

As the magic stone ruby emitted a hot light for a moment, his mana also sparked blue lightning. ‘Pajijijik!’ At the moment when the man drew an arc with his staff as if illuminating the sky—

“Yaaaaaaa!”

“Liester! Charge―!”

“Don’t leave a single Sneider force alive!”

“Long live Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess! Long live Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess!”

“Aaaaaaaa······!”

Under the faint streaks of light, the sight of the Liester army and the Divine Kingdom’s army swarming like bees, piercing through the darkness of dawn, was revealed.

It was not that the miracle was not surprising just because everyone had expected it. Furthermore, from the southwest······.

-Flute-roo-roo-roo♩

“Giddy up, ha! Let’s go, Alison!”

-Heeheeheeing!

-Oodoodoo······!

Leopold Lasso, the Duke, with his white-blond hair, was clearly running at the head, leading a small elite group of knights, wrapped in sacred music.

Every time he blew the divine horn with his mouth, the beasts on the battlefield became even more excited and cried out for revenge. ‘Kiiiiiiik!’ Lives that had only been respected as human tools, lives that had only survived to serve their purpose, were finally breaking free from their restraints and dancing.

The Sneider rebels, who had been as dense as a reed field, were dying by the dozens in front of his eyes in an instant.

Herarda was briefly lost for words at the unexpected harmony of the Chief God.

Gibriel turned to her and immediately raised his voice.

“Hey, Princess. From now on, it’s the main event, so you better be on your toes!”

“······What did you just say?”

Even the cold sweat on her forehead was evaporating. But he was right.

-You impudent things, get out of here!

Some commands briefly stop everyone’s hearts and announce that the gears of fate have begun to turn backwards.

-The last king of the Great Unio Kingdom is coming!

-Oooooooo······!

-Kureureureureung!

‘Kwagwagwagwang······!’ With a terrifying explosion that turned the earth upside down and gushing groundwater, a blood-red spirit led her own crimson ghost legion and rushed in.

Isabelle Rambouillet, blessed by ancient protection, was bravely riding her horse and guarding the vanguard.

It was also a harmony that started from the northwest side of the royal capital.

Gibriel looked down at Lopi and smiled.

“Hey, kid.”

-Aeowook

“Leave this to us. You go and get your revenge too.”

His staff spun around in a cheerful rhythm.

The divine beast immediately leaped forward.