How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 150

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 150

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The mopping up battle was the most enjoyable moment on the battlefield.

Winning is always fun, and you can keep winning in sweeps.

The grass, soaked from the spring rain that had fallen for several days, met the flames of the dragon's tongue and gave off thick smoke, and the orcs and goblins were struck by lightning.

In such a situation, the advancing hippopotamus knights and soldiers with high morale exploded with fiery anger and killed the greenskins who had killed their livestock and attacked the villagers.

“Stab them both at the same time!”

“One, two, three!”

Pok! Pok!

An orc soldier was hit in the stomach by a dozen spear shots and rolled on the ground.

A soldier with an axe swung his sword with all his might and cut off the man's head.

The soldier lifted the orc's neck and cheered, then put the gold ring the orc had been wearing as a necklace into his pocket.

For Valencianus, who had been to all kinds of battlefields before returning, it was a very fond and memorable sight.

Helena was laughing and jumping around like a child among the two knights and the brave soldiers, while Lentia was silently doing her duty, and so was her father.

Tentia headed to the battlefield where a fierce battle was taking place.

“Ahh!”

“He’s a strong guy!”

“Knight! Please help me!”

An orc warrior who looked to be over 2.5 meters tall was attacking the soldiers with green energy flowing out of him.

He wielded a glaive with a long, vicious blade at the end of a handle the length of a short spear, and the soldiers' short spears and axes shattered or bounced off the moment they made contact with the glaive.

Even if you try to thrust a spear at his back, it will not penetrate the tough leather and will just bounce off.

“Human! Tear and kill!”

The creature extended its muscular green arm and attempted to squeeze the head of one of the soldiers.

At that moment, Tentia rushed forward like a swooping wyvern and struck the orc warrior.

thud!

The orc warrior rolled over like a frog, and Tentia lifted the visor of his helmet to reveal his face, then aimed his sword.

It was an act of revealing one's identity to those around one and showing off that one was not afraid.

She shouted in a proud voice.

“I am Tentia, a knight of His Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian. If you will surrender your head, I will end you without any pain.”

She appeared in the smoky forest with a red cloak like a halo, saving the soldiers, and she looked like an apostle of the god of war.

The Orc Warrior stood up, spitting out insults, and raised his glaive.

Watching the green aura drift like mist on a long day, Tentia wrapped a red mana blade around her sword.

“If you want pain, I will gladly give it to you. There is no reason to refuse!”

The Orc Warchief brought down his glaive, but Tentia held the sword flat and stood close to block the blow before the force could gather into one point.

There was a loud bang, sparks flew, and the soldiers all exclaimed in admiration.

Tentia was not much taller than Valencianus, but the Orc Warrior was a 2.5m monster, and the sight of such a monster easily receiving an attack that poured all its weight and mana into was enough to arouse admiration.

“Lord Tentia!”

“Cheer up!”

Tentia laughed as she heard the cheers pouring in.

She brought the tip of her sword down, letting the glaive slide down the blade, while simultaneously striking the orc warrior's wrist with the metal chunk at the end of the hilt.

With a “bang!” sound, the bone cracked, and in an instant, the strength left his massive grip.

Tentia spun her sword around and raised it again, then took a step forward with her left foot as the pivot and swung her sword.

Tsukaaaaak!!

A red light continued to form along the circular trajectory as if playing a game of bonfire, and the orc warrior who had lost his head rolled on the floor.

“Thank you, Lord Tentia!”

“May the glory of the God of Light be with you, Lord Tentia!”

“Long live the knight!”

The soldiers advanced, their voices filled with emotion.

Knights, whose blood was a mixture of elven and ogre, were seen by the common soldiers as apostles of the gods.

This was especially true because, unlike the nobles, there were still things to meet.

Tentia raised her hand, exchanged weapons with a soldier, and tied a handkerchief to the tip of a soldier's spear who had bravely killed an orc.

“Thank you for accepting my greetings!”

“No! It’s me!”

“I will treasure it as a heirloom!”

Each time, praise, emotion, and gratitude poured in.

* * *

Tentia looked back at Valencianus and said.

“Your Majesty. The battlefield is where a knight can shine the brightest. We are heroes here.”

“It looks like that.”

Valencian looked at Tentia with an expression that seemed to have returned to his childhood.

“There are so many people who are only looking at my back. Look at those shining eyes. When would a human being have such fierce courage?”

“You are right.”

“The person who receives that courage, passion, and expectation is a knight. It may be irreverent, but when they call my name, I feel like I am with the god of light.”

“It certainly would be so. Would God turn away from a knight like you?”

Valencian readily acknowledged its splendor.

Even in his eyes, Tentia was so glorious.

The knight could live as if he were a legendary hero.

It was something he had wished for several times before his return.

'Valencian! Valencian! Valencian!'

Very occasionally, when a large number of soldiers would call his name, he too would feel like a god.

But in this life, he decided to give that glory solely to Jaylilith and Tentia.

He knew that he could not, and should not, die for 'knighthood' like Tentia.

Tentia would have been willing to charge into a stronger enemy, but he was not one of them.

Just as Tentia could not become Valencianus, Valencianus could not become Tentia either.

So Valencianus looked at Tentia, who stood before the soldiers, with an unusual longing and a very slight sadness in his inhuman golden eyes.

Tentia advanced with a group of soldiers.

"father?"

It was then that she saw an orc shaman glowing deep in the forest.

I saw the green glow on his skull staff, and I saw his father rushing at the orc warlock.

The orc shaman shook his head.

With an expression of mean superiority.

“Kaaaaaaaaaah!”

The bastard let out a scream that sounded more like a crow than an orc from his pig-like mouth.

It was a scream that Tentia did not know, but Valencianus knew.

He still remembered the tragedy and miracle of the Alzenversa Monastery.

“Sir Tentia! No, Helena!”

“Kaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

This time it wasn't a scream, it was a mental wave.

A formless wave swept across the area, causing tree branches and leaves to fall in torrents.

“Ahh!”

“My ears, my ears!”

Soldiers fell to the ground with blood streaming from their ears, some rolling their eyes and hurling foul language at their fellow soldiers.

The strong Tentia held out, but the soldiers who followed her could not.

“Ugh!”

“Die! Die!”

“Sir.. hehe.”

It was noble to the point of foaming at the mouth and collapsing, and there were even those who suddenly threw punches at the soldiers next to them, and those who approached Tentia with lustful eyes.

“Mental waves?”

Tentia took a few steps back in confusion.

A thick tree hit my back.

“Ehhhhhh.”

Several soldiers rushed at her.

“First, let him lie down.”

They were piled up one after another with both arms missing.

“Your Majesty! There is chaos ahead.”

“The knight, the knight has fallen!”

“The soldiers’ bodies are covered in feathers, and they even fight among themselves!”

Helena, who was in overall command in the rear, was momentarily taken aback.

Every knight who had advanced into the forest sent a soldier from each unit, and dozens of messengers rushed in and caused chaos.

Fortunately for them, however, Helena knew all about the secrets and horrors of the battlefield.

“Keep calm.”

The Brass Knights also trained and war-gamed to prepare for the possibility that the enemy would use the Devourer as a weapon.

“All troops, retreat in an orderly manner! The pup killing team and the hostage rescue team must get out of the forest first!”

“Yes, yes!”

“The knights shall retreat with their men and regroup at the edge of the forest, and the baron shall send a messenger to bring more priests.”

“The standard for killing a soldier who has started to erode is… …!”

“It depends on the situation, but if a feather starts growing out of the eye, cut it off immediately.”

That meant that the brain had been eroded and there was now no turning back.

“Keep calm! You have to do it! Emperor Valencian is with us!”

* * *

“Lord Tentia! We must retreat for now! Your father has been taken care of by the soldiers.”

Valencianus shouted at the top of his lungs and dragged Tentia away.

The orc shaman fired five more psychic waves, eroding the fifty or so soldiers who had approached close range and the hundred or so dead goblins and orcs.

Regardless of whether they were humans or greenskins, their entire bodies were covered in black feathers, white bones, and reddish-brown muscles, making them extremely grotesque and hideous.

But Tentia stood firm like a rock and did not budge.

She opened her mouth as if she was sorry.

“Your Majesty. Do you remember what I said?”

“What do you mean?”

“The battlefield is where a knight can shine the brightest, and this is where we become heroes. There are so many soldiers looking only at my back. Look at those eyes.”

Valencian felt as if his breath was being suffocated.

Tentia was a knight among knights, and would not easily turn his back on his enemies.

That's why I was able to make the decision to fight Jaylilith before returning.

Valencian gritted his teeth.

Even that seemed expressionless to Tentia.

“The person who receives that courage, passion, and expectation is a knight.”

Valencianus spat out, pretending not to hear.

Complex calculations were going on in his head.

It was an eroder of a trait he had already fought once, and he did not think of it as a coincidence.

Considering how the greenskins could have lasted this long in the midst of the knights in the first place, this could have been a well-thought-out trap.

There was no way, not even a single chance in ten million that Tentia could be eroded.

“Understood. First, I’ll receive the priest’s blessing on the sword and then come back. I’m not running away. Didn’t Helena tell you? We’ll attack again from the outskirts of the forest.”

“Your Majesty, if I retreat, at least 200 more soldiers will die.”

“That… … !”

The provocative verbal abuse that erupted from habitual hypocrisy did not continue.

Valencian knew that these soldiers were from the territory of Tentia and the surrounding territories.

“If I can protect it, shouldn’t I protect it?”

This wasn't your typical undead.

It was different from when I fought with Lucena at the dock.

Hundreds of erodermas have just occurred.

Tentia stood with her chest and shoulders straight and pulled in her chin in front of 150 eroders of unknown strength.

The red eyes beneath the mask did not waver at all, and the red mana blade on the sword 'Hwahan' shone brightly.

In the forest where the smoke still lingered, Valencian gritted his teeth as he watched the waves of black feathers and red eyes rushing towards her.

'If you can keep it, shouldn't you keep it?'

If you can, you should.

It was also a logic he used quite often.

He wondered if he could not drag Tentia along after hitting her on the back of the head until the very end.

The reason he didn't do that was because he knew that he wouldn't be able to break through that helmet and knock out Tentia with his own strength.

“Damn it! If you think you’re going to lose, you should run away immediately. And if I tell you to retreat again, promise me that you will retreat.”

A desperation that did not match his inhuman golden eyes rose like bubbles.

Tentia nodded, looking into those eyes.

I couldn't believe it, but it seemed like he was worried about her.

“Surely you’re not suggesting we retreat right away?”

“I’m not that sure… I’m not sure. I learned not to make promises carelessly.”

Valencian smiled slyly and checked the blue potion in his bosom.

It wasn't that I was laughing because I couldn't cry, it was that I was laughing because I couldn't cry.

'You must have gotten stronger since you ate Hwajeong. Now, the problem is not power, but control.'

As I became a dragon, it became easier to use the power of fire, but since I was turning it into medicine, I couldn't avoid the repeated erosion and recovery that would put a strain on my body.

“These ugly bastards are crawling out again!”

He turned his irritation into anger, and his anger into strength, and in one breath he raised his spirit level.

The golden energy that was pulled out like a thread overflowed, and the mana of the area swirled and was sucked in.

Hurrrrr!

Following his gesture, hundreds of fireballs appeared here and there across the area.

The fire rose from a point to a line, and from a line to a surface, and as it did so, it shook here and there, trapping and burning the eroders who were running in all directions.

The sight of the inhuman golden-eyed royal standing in the middle of the flames, laughing wildly toward the sky, was terrifying in itself.

Tentia turned away from him and the soldiers and charged again.

Her armor engraved with hundreds of magic circles, her honed martial arts skills, and her fire-resistant cloak gave her freedom even in the inferno.

“His Majesty Valencianus’ knight, Tentiara!”

Ahead of me, an orc shaman with crow's wings roared as he was surrounded by encroachers.

* * *

Spring rain fell in the clear sky.

The mana-filled flames were not easily extinguished.

Tentia and Valencianus supported each other and walked out of the forest.

“Archduke Valen!”

“Lord Tentia!”

“Little brother!”

A soot-stained cloak, platinum armor covered in hundreds of scratches, blood seeping through the gaps in the armor, indicating some sort of attack.

Dozens of black feathers sewn onto a white uniform.

And the head of the orc shaman held in the two's hands.

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