The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations Chapter 747

Episode 747: That’s amazing, that’s amazing. (1)

Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaaang!

Kwaaaak!

The orc formation quickly collapsed.

Iraniel swept the orcs from the vanguard without hesitation, followed by the elf elders.

The elves, whose morale was already high, surged forward like a strong wave. The orcs could not withstand this.

In the midst of fear and confusion, the orcs fell without even being able to put up a proper fight.

And Rahamud and Munaref watched from afar.

“……Prophet. What should we do now?”

“…….”

Despite Munaref’s question, Rahamud continued to stare at the battlefield.

His mind was extremely complicated at the moment.

‘I don’t know if it was the right choice.’

Regret surged in. It was unbearably painful to have to retreat right before the cult’s long-cherished wish was fulfilled.

So he kept watching. To see if he could kill Iraniel.

Iraniel was using exactly as much strength as Rahamud had expected. It was hard to tell if it was a bluff or not.

‘Just a little more… … ‘

Iraniel had already used up a lot of energy. If she had blocked that kind of attack and suffered that much injury, she wouldn’t have been able to fight properly.

However, the intense divine power weighed on her mind. The darkness she had left behind could have disappeared before Iraniel’s energy was exhausted.

If she wasn’t bluffing, it would have been difficult for Munaref and Iraniel to withstand the combined attacks of the elders.

To confirm this, Rahamod examined Iraniel a little more.

Kwaaaaang!

Iraniel was still alive and

well. She was moving like the wind, lightly sweeping away the orcs. The orcs knew how threatening she was.

In the end, the chieftain of the orcs, Grakash, stepped forward.

Kwaaaaang!

The largest and most powerful of the orcs.

Grakash was an orc who had awakened the wild power of nature through countless slaughters.

The scars carved like tattoos on his red flesh clearly revealed his ferocity.

Kwuung! Kwuung! Kwuung!

Grakash let out a roar of rage and charged at Iraniel.

The momentum radiating from his massive body seemed like it could topple a mountain.

His bulging muscles writhed beneath his red skin. In his hand he held an enormous axe that could easily tear two people apart.

The ground shook with every heavy step Grakash took.

Kwaaahh!

Grakash leaped like a beast and swung his axe.

Kwaaang!

The ground split with a tremendous impact. However, Iraniel was already out of its path. Grakash

did not hesitate and immediately swung his axe again.

Kwaaahh!

The swing failed again. The axe could not keep up with Iraniel’s speed, who was moving as light as a feather.

Kwaaahh!

The enraged Grakash swung his axe with all his might. It was a strong attack that would split even a superhuman’s body if hit directly.

Kwaaaaang!

The surrounding trees shook by their roots and dust rose like a storm.

Krrrr… … .

Grakash realized that his attack had failed this time as well. The orc, acting on instinct, tried to swing his axe again.

However, Iraniel did not miss that momentary gap and dug in.

Grakash!

Iraniel reached out and placed her hand on Grakash’s face.

Her delicate hand could not even cover half of the giant orc’s face. However, Grakash could not move rashly despite that small touch.

He simply glared at Iraniel with bloodshot eyes.

Krrrr… … .

Iraniel spoke to Grakash, who was breathing heavily.

“It’s not that we left you alone because we were weak.”

Krrrr!

The moment Grakash roared and raised his arms again,

a brilliant light exploded from Iraniel’s palm.

Kwaaaaang!

With a loud noise, Grakash’s head turned to dust and disappeared. The heavy body of the orc, who had lost his head, soon collapsed to the ground.

Kuuuung!

Iraniel’s gaze was already far away from the dead Grakash.

Rahamod, who had been watching the battle, let out a faint sigh.

‘I should give up my foolishness.’

It seemed that Iraniel still had the strength to fight. Rahamod steeled himself with a bitter expression.

‘There is still a chance.’

He shouldn’t dwell on something that has already failed. Even if he kills Iraniel here, he himself will not be safe.

In the end, Rahamod gave up on attacking again and turned around.

“Let’s go.”

“Would you like to return to the Holy Land?”

“No. We can’t do that now that our work has failed.”

“Then where do you plan on going?”

“The news of our actions will spread throughout the continent. We plan to help the other prophets before they prepare.”

Munaref nodded. If the news spread, their tricks would no longer work.

Before that, it would be better to help the work that was still in progress and make at least one successful one.

Rahamod and Munaref left without any more regrets.

There was no one left to help the orcs. The orcs were completely annihilated without a single one escaping.

Kreuk… … .

Osval shouted loudly after confirming that the last orc had fallen.

“Wow! We won!”

“Even the demon escaped!”

“Yaaaah! We won!”

The other mercenaries also shouted with all their might.

They felt like they had come back from the dead. The majesty that Rahamod had shown was terrifying.

Unlike the humans who were happy, the elves only had sad expressions. This was because they had lost so many of their own kind in this battle.

Still, they all thought it was fortunate. If they had done something wrong, they could have all been annihilated here.

Iraniel opened his mouth, trying hard to swallow the blood rising from his throat.

“……You all have suffered.”

The elders and the elves bowed their heads slightly. The humans were the same. No one was an exception.

It was a sign of respect to the great elves who had repelled the overwhelming threat.

Iraniel also bowed his head slightly. It was a word of gratitude to the warriors who had fought against the darkness together.

Victory was not the end. Now, they had to organize the forest again.

“Move the injured quickly. Let those who are in good condition take care of the others.”

At Iraniel’s order, the elves began to move in unison.

The Yulien mercenary group was the first to run to Giselle. They all shouted with worried expressions.

“Vice-captain!”

“He’s dead? He must be dead.”

“Even if the vice-captain is a monster, he should die at this point. That’s the way of nature.”

Unfortunately(?), Giselle did not die. He was being moved on a stretcher while being healed by the elven elders.

Yulien hurriedly approached and asked,

“Giselle! Are you okay?”

“Ahh… I’m fine. How is Deneb?”

“Deneb is fine too. She just fainted from using too much strength. The elves are taking care of her right now.”

“Yes… That’s fortunate. Let’s ask her what happened when she wakes up.”

Giselle smiled happily.

She didn’t know if Deneb had awakened or not. However, thanks to Deneb, Iraniel recovered and was able to force Rahamod to step down.

It was truly a miracle.

‘This is a saint.’

She deserved the title of saint. There were many witnesses.

Of course, there were still many shortcomings. Giselle had seen how great Deneb was in her dreams several times.

So she had to check the connection with the holy stone.

Kyle said to Giselle, who was smiling even as she was dying.

“I’ve never seen you suffer like this before. The enemies must have been really strong.”

Osvaldo joined in from the side.

“Osval, you’re a tough guy! This is the first time I’ve seen you lose!”

“I could win this kid right now.”

Osval felt a sly thought, but he didn’t dare show it. Yulien and Kyle were still fine.

Giselle said with a dumbfounded expression at Osval’s words.

“What? Who lost? Didn’t you see them running away? I won because they all ran away.”

“…….”

“No, we fought when we were already exhausted. I’ve never lost one-on-one.”

“……Yes.”

Osval made a slightly tired expression. Even as he was dying, he still kept saying things like that.

Perhaps sensing that his reaction was lackluster, Giselle picked up the baton that was on the same stretcher. However, he didn’t have the strength to swing it, so he just held the baton and trembled.

“Ah!”

In the end, Giselle couldn’t hold on any longer and just lay back down. Her pride was hurt, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

Yulien and Kyle also snickered and shook their heads. They

had to acknowledge her competitive spirit. While she acted like she didn’t care about honor in other matters, she really hated losing in a fight.

Giselle, who noticed their reactions, closed her eyes and muttered.

“It’s not that I hate losing. If I lose, a lot of people will die.”

Had Giselle never been defeated? When she was a young mercenary, she was often defeated and ran away.

But after returning, he became someone who couldn’t afford to lose.

He was now someone who had too many things to protect.

Of course, he didn’t like losing.

‘If we fight one-on-one, I’ll win.’

That was his mindset from when he became the mercenary king to after returning, and even now that he had moved to the past.

His friends, who didn’t know about Giselle’s true circumstances, just shrugged and laughed, thinking that Giselle was trying to show off her pride.

Just as the battlefield was being cleared up, another commotion broke out on one side.

“Chief!”

Iraniel suddenly collapsed, spitting up blood.

Erenes screamed as he supported her.

The elven elders ran over and poured their energy into Iraniel again. They didn’t know what was going on, and they tried to treat her first.

Iraniel shook his head.

“It’s okay. It’s not an injury, so there’s no need to waste energy.”

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

Iraniel answered one of the elders’ questions with a tired expression.

“It was just a little too much because Rahamod was watching.”

Only then did the elves realize what kind of condition Iraniel was in.

Her face, which seemed to retain eternal youth, was engraved with faint wrinkles.

Iraniel had even used up her life force to show that she was still alive.

“…….”

The elves held back tears and said nothing.

Life force cannot be restored once used. It is like a candle that gradually burns its wick to light a fire.

In other words, Iraniel had permanently lost some of her power and her lifespan had also decreased.

She had burned her own life force without hesitation to protect the elves.

Iraniel smiled as she looked at the gloomy elves.

“I’ve lived long enough. And I’m not going to die right away, so don’t worry too much.”

“Chief…….”

“Go ahead and take care of the others. I don’t need to be treated.”

At Iraniel’s command, the elves wiped their eyes and nodded quietly.

Iraniel straightened her posture and looked around.

It didn’t matter that her life force had diminished. It was more heartbreaking that so many elves had died.

However, what weighed on her even more was the fact that the real war was now beginning.

‘Salvation Church… …’

They began to move. The battle that would unfold in the future would be incomparably greater than it is now.

More lives would be lost and deeper wounds would be left.

Iraniel’s heart ached even more when she thought about that future.

Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind about the humans who had joined the fight.

‘The humans who came under the Pope’s orders.’

While searching for the intruder, she had received a report from Cylan, the person in charge of external relations. There were those who had come under the Pope’s orders.

It was easy to infer that the humans who had helped the elves were the ones Cylan had mentioned.

‘They asked to borrow the guardian stone.’

Normally, she would never have met those who had come for that purpose.

However, now they were the benefactors who had saved the elves. She planned to meet them first and hear their story in detail.

She didn’t know who the representative of the humans was. After the fallen priest and warlock recovered, he planned to talk to them first. After all, those two people had helped him the most this time.

‘I should also ask why the warlock was involved.’

In fact, that was the most mysterious part. A warlock commissioned by the Pope. It couldn’t have been so out of place.

Iraniel looked around. All the humans were in groups of three or four, helping the elves.

However, one human was in a strange state.

‘… Hmm?’

A knight in armor was kneeling, staring blankly into space.

He wasn’t helping to clear the battlefield or treat injuries like the others.

He was literally out of his mind.

‘That kid’s name… Lionel, I think.’

He heard the humans calling him that name. He had been actively involved in healing himself.

Judging from the fact that he knew how to use divine powers, he seemed to be a temple knight.

That meant he was likely someone who had received the Pope’s orders directly.

Iraniel, curious, approached him and asked.

“What’s the problem? If you’re not feeling well, I’ll help you.”

Lionel, who had been blankly staring, slowly turned his head.

He looked at Iraniel for a moment and then said in a trembling voice.

“My, my divine power…”

“What about divine power?”

Lionel whispered, his lips trembling, as if he were confessing his own shortcomings.

“Completely…gone.”

Iraniel’s eyes widened at those words.