The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations Chapter 587

Episode 587: Destroy the Enemy (4)

Jiselle lost her balance and fell from the Black King’s saddle.

“colon!”

“My lord!”

“majesty!”

The knights who had been fighting nearby ran over and supported Giselle.

One of the knights asked excitedly.

“What is it? Why are you suddenly like this? Do you have a chronic illness?”

There have been more than one or two instances where Jiselle has fallen while fighting. But that was always after the battle was over.

I’ve never seen anyone fight like this and suddenly collapse, bleeding profusely.

Jiselle said, shaking her head.

“Okay… … . Hurry up and sweep up the rest… … .”

He moved the flow of the world again while his body was not normal. As much power was used, the backlash was also enormous.

As expected, it was still a power that couldn’t be used often. I had to raise my level a little more.

Fortunately, the war was basically over. Now it was time to leave it up to the survivors.

Jiselle, who had struggled to get back on his horse, frowned. His mind was spinning in confusion.

‘Divine power… … will protect him?’

The priests of the Church of Salvation are beings who defy the divine power. Especially the higher the priests, the more they are in conflict with the divine power.

Even in her dreams, the saint was fighting against those who opposed the goddess. Who would have thought that the holy relic she left behind would save Gatros?

Moreover, even though it was only for a moment, I felt the will contained in that divine power.

‘If that guy dies now… … that won’t work?’

why?

Now, Jiselle also knew clearly the purpose of the Salvation Church.

Finding their king and relics.

The holy relic has already been found. Now, only the king or whatever remains.

Even if he lost his power, there was no way Gator would give up his mission. Rather, he would try to find the king even more.

‘The king… … .’

If the person the Salvation Church was looking for was the adversary they saw in their dreams, then he could truly be called a king.

Jiselle had never seen anyone that strong in her life.

‘The Holy Relic… …Does Gatros wish to find an opponent?’

If not, there is no way to save Gatros. So, Giselle’s head became even more complicated.

Because the saint and the adversary were enemies.

I couldn’t figure out what the holy relic wanted.

Jiselle, who had been thinking, smiled faintly.

I can’t be sure of anything yet. The will I felt from the divine power disappeared so quickly that I might have misunderstood it.

‘Anyway, it is true that the holy relic helped Gatros.’

It could be that there is truly a will behind it that the wearer is unaware of, but it could also simply be an effect that protects the wearer.

I was curious, but I was also annoyed. The Salvation Church was now destroyed, but weren’t there still some annoying thorns in the side of my shoe?

‘Ernhard… … Gator… … .’

We must find and kill those two, even if it means searching the entire continent.

Erhard’s identity is still unknown, and Gator is one of the strongest men on the continent.

If you decide to hide, it will be quite tiring to find you.

‘There’s nothing we can do. We have no choice but to issue a warning to all kingdoms.’

We have no choice but to send Rutania’s administrators to monitor everything. There will be some resistance, but the kingdoms will cooperate anyway.

If something like this happens again in their kingdom, it will be a great loss.

Now that they’ve been dealt a serious blow this time, they’ll probably definitely want to uproot the Salvation Church.

“Wow!”

Jiselle wiped her nose and looked around the battlefield.

The soldiers’ loud shouts echoed from all directions. The Artrode army was almost completely annihilated.

They were hit first by a magic attack and couldn’t even fight properly, so there was no way they could deal with the Rutanian army that formed a line and completely surrounded them.

Slowly, slowly.

Jiselle slowly rode the Black King across the battlefield.

There was no one to block his path, as most of them were already lying on the ground, corpses.

Suddenly the fighting stopped. There was no one left in the enemy army to fight.

The surviving Arthrodians were either groaning from their injuries or lying prone, having thrown down their weapons.

Only one person.

Only Count Biffenveldt was standing upright on his horse.

Slowly, slowly.

As Giselle approached, everyone moved away from her.

There was only one reason why Count Biffenveldt survived. He looked like a top commander, so no one touched him.

To that extent, he radiated majesty and momentum.

The two men, who had come closer, looked at each other. There was a moment of silence, and then Count Biffenveld spoke first.

“I want to know why I lost.”

No matter what choice they made, they had devised a strategy that would inevitably involve the Allied Forces, especially since the Allied Forces were in a position to pursue them.

So, they had no choice but to continue to be dragged around by them, but instead, they all ended up being defeated one by one.

I was curious as to how the opponent moved.

But Jiselle answered with an expression that said it was no big deal.

“Because I was stronger and faster.”

Count Biffenveld paused for a moment, then smiled.

“That’s a clear answer.”

“And I know you well, but you don’t know me well.”

Count Biffenveldt tilted his head. After all, we can only know each other through information.

But the other person spoke as if he really knew me well.

Jiselle chuckled.

“You won’t understand. There’s no need to understand.”

“Well, what good would it do if I knew more? The result wouldn’t have changed even if I did. I just wanted to resolve my curiosity before I die.”

“It’s a bit sad that we met like this.”

Jiselle’s words were sincere. In their previous life, there were few people as reliable as Count Biffenveld.

With his bold strategic judgment and outstanding vision, he saved many lives from the cracks.

However, his true identity was one of the masterminds behind the disaster that had brought upon the continent.

Whether he was interested in the purpose of the Salvation Church or not, the fact that he joined hands with them does not change.

Jiselle slowly opened the window.

“Do you have any last words? I will accept them as a courtesy to the outstanding enemy general.”

“No. I’ve done enough. The rest will be taken care of by those who remain.”

“I like it because it’s simple.”

Count Biffenbelt closed his eyes. In fact, it was not without regret.

‘If the intention was war from the beginning… … .’

If that were the case, the outcome might have been a little different. The continent might still be divided and fighting.

However, because I prioritized the goals of the Salvation Church, I had no choice but to suffer great losses. I would be lying if I said I didn’t regret that part.

But what can I do? It’s already over.

Count Biffenveldt cast aside his last regrets and calmed his mind.

Kwajik!

Giselle’s spear pierced Count Bifenveld’s heart.

“We will preserve the body.”

“Thank you… … .”

With those words, Count Biffenveldt breathed his last.

A suffocating silence covered the battlefield. Numerous eyes were turned to Giselle, and all ears were waiting for his words.

A faint smile crossed Giselle’s lips. He slowly raised the window and spoke.

“Everyone worked hard. The war is over.”

“Waaaaaaaaaah!”

Everyone raised their weapons and shouted. The fortress’ troops shouted even louder.

It wasn’t just the end of a battle. It was a monumental moment, the complete collapse of the Salvation Church that had plunged the continent into darkness.

Everyone’s faces were filled with relief, joy, and hope for a new era.

Now all that remained was to wipe out the remnants. That was too small a task to be called a war any more.

Of course, there was the enormous task of post-war processing, but any difficulty would be better than the brutal war that had taken place so far.

Someone shouted loudly among the cheering soldiers.

“Long live His Highness the Grand Duke!”

Then, both the Rutanian and Allied forces began to shout with their own passions.

“Long live the Duke of Fenris!”

“Our captain is the best!”

“Today’s glory to Rutania!”

“This day will be engraved in history!”

“Salute to the courage of the Allied Forces!”

“I am a superhuman too!”

“I have defeated God… … .”

The battlefield was instantly filled with cheers of all kinds.

As the shouts of victory rang out, pent-up emotions exploded among the Lutanian and Allied soldiers.

The old comrades hugged each other, heedless of the clashing armor. They patted each other on the back with tears in their eyes.

Some took off their helmets and threw them into the sky in celebration, while others knelt down and gave thanks to the heavens.

Even the Allied soldiers who were strangers to each other seemed to have become one family at this moment.

These are people who came on an expedition to a faraway land and fought without resting. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel overwhelmed.

“We did it!”

“It’s finally over!”

“This is the beginning of a new era!”

The soldiers’ shouts were heard incessantly. Everyone was hugging each other, patting each other on the shoulder, and congratulating each other.

The battlefield was transformed into a festival in an instant. A whirlwind of emotions, a mixture of joy of victory and camaraderie, enveloped everyone.

At this moment, they were all united and celebrating the joy of victory.

Giselle left the jubilant soldiers behind and went straight to find Jerome.

“How are you? Are you okay?”

Jerome was still unconscious. Vanessa, who was looking after him, wiped the sweat from her forehead and said.

“We barely managed to get through the crisis. Other people were there to keep the circle from breaking apart.”

Jiselle bowed her head slightly to the wizards around her.

“Thank you. Thanks to you, my friend is safe.”

“No. It was thanks to Jerome that we were able to survive.”

The wizards spoke sincerely. Their eyes were filled with deep respect for Jerome.

The wizard who first treated Jerome came forward and said:

“Jerome risked his life to protect us. His sacrificial magic saved us all. We didn’t save him, he saved all of our lives.”

Another wizard added:

“Jerome’s wisdom and strength are the goals we should pursue throughout our lives. It is a great honor for us to have been able to help him.”

The wizards all bowed their heads. Their expressions were filled with gratitude, awe, and even a hint of shame.

Because they felt their own shortcomings after seeing Jerome’s great magic.

Jiselle looked at Jerome lying down and snickered.

“Isn’t this the one who will later become the king of wizards?”

Jerome had been popular in his previous life because of his sociability and personality. But now he seemed to be even more popular than in his previous life.

The sacrificial attitude and sense of responsibility he displayed impressed even those selfish wizards.

“But don’t push yourself too hard and run away if it’s dangerous.”

Jiselle muttered and soon shook her head as if she had no choice.

Jerome’s personality was such that it couldn’t have been like that. That must have been why Giselle trusted him and left it to him.

Thanks to everyone doing their part, the war ended.

Even though Gatorus escaped, it would be impossible for him to increase his power like before.

I was determined to find and kill him, even if it meant forming a pursuit party that would search the entire continent.

“I guess I should go back now.”

We must return to the Kingdom of Sardinia to discuss post-war settlement and move on to the next step.

Of course, I have no intention of going back right away. I had to wait here for a few days to rest.

The deportation of the guy who committed spying.

“I’m sure Julian can handle it in no time.”

Another friend who will be back soon.

* * *

“Ugh, ugh… … This can’t be happening… … .”

Count Kalmund, commander of the 3rd Corps of the Arthrod Army, gasped while holding the long wound on his chest.

As expected, we found the Allied forces separated from us.

The 3rd Corps kept its distance from the enemy forces, trying to catch them by the ankles. The purpose was to avoid direct combat and engage in a war of nerves.

Just warning your opponent that you can strike from behind at any time if they move can tire them out. If they try to engage in a showdown, just keep your distance and dodge.

Then, only one person from the enemy army ran out.

“Ugh… … Prince of Turian… … .”

Count Kalmund groaned and looked at the person before him.

Cold eyes that show no emotion whatsoever.

Interest came running alone.

Count Kalmund, who thought this was an opportunity, immediately sent out priests and knights. Even the leader of the revolutionary group, Leonard, volunteered to join the attack.

But the results were terrible.

The priests’ heads were blown off before they could even wrestle a few times. The knights were completely annihilated.

Leonard ran away faster than anyone else as soon as there were signs of defeat.

And then the massacre followed.

While the Prince of Turian was slaughtering, the enemy army arrived. The 3rd Legion, whose formation had collapsed, was quickly pushed back.

“Coolook!”

Count Kalmund gushed blood from his mouth. Despite the knights guarding his path, he himself was wounded and fell to the ground.

The escort knights blocking the way were all torn in two.

Technology that could not be called human. Human strategies and tactics had no meaning in the face of such wondrous power.

“We were… … fighting a ridiculous guy… … .”

The strongest members of the Arthrod army were Gatros of the 1st Legion and Aidan of the 2nd Legion. Wouldn’t it be possible for at least those two to attack the author at the same time?

You have to fight to know, but that’s how Count Kalmund saw it.

The man in front of him slowly raises his sword. All of his allies were being pushed back by the enemy army and were dying.

“This war… … we are going to lose.”

I had a feeling that somehow, the person in front of me was something out of the ordinary.

Even the Duke of Fenris alone was difficult, but even the Prince of Turian was stronger than common sense.

Scratch!

His thoughts could not continue any longer, because before he knew it, the man’s sword had cut off his neck.

“Phew… … .”

Julian took a deep breath after cutting off Count Kalmund’s head.

The opponent’s actions were annoying, so he ended up running alone and breaking the battle line.

No matter how strong he was, fighting this force alone would consume a lot of mana and he would inevitably become exhausted.

So I missed the most dangerous one again.

“What about the delivery?”

When he asked briefly, Dark 28, who was sitting on his shoulder, answered.

“He said you don’t have to come. He said not to worry and just chase after him. He said he’d take care of the rest. He said Jerome would probably be there first.”

“okay.”

Yulien nodded slowly. Originally, he had planned to attack the 3rd Army Corps and then head straight to the agreed upon location to join them.

But Leonard ran away, so I asked Giselle about the situation.

Fortunately, it seemed that there would be no problem for him to be gone for now. He believed that Jiselle, Jerome, Parniel, and the Allied Supermen would be able to wipe out the remaining enemies.

“Then let’s get started right away.”

At Julian’s words, Dark 28 spread his wings and flew away.

Julian rode his horse in the direction Dark was flying.

This time, revolutionary leader Leonard succeeded in escaping.

He was a guy who would continue to be a risk factor in the future, so I planned to take this opportunity to completely eliminate him.