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Chapter 322: Battle of Okgaral (4)
Facing a Minor Boss of this caliber, even War狂—Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang—dared not underestimate the threat.
"ROOOOAAARRR!"
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang roared to the heavens, his body erupting with veins like steel cables beneath his skin. Muscles bulged grotesquely, steam bursting from every pore in thick, white plumes. His eyes burned crimson with fury, rage consuming every fiber of his being.
【Frenzy Path: Fury】
"Even these Monsters..."
"Cannot withstand the charge of a Cavalry!"
Trelshka locked his gaze on the frenzied "Monsters" in the distance, gripping his Longsword so tightly his knuckles turned white. Leaning forward slightly in the saddle, he urged his steed onward, accelerating into a full charge. He extended the blade ahead, adopting a spear-like stance. As speed mounted, an invisible Arcane Pulse surged through the air—the sword’s hilt sprouted a metallic extension stretching several meters, transforming the weapon into something resembling a mounted rifle.
This was no ordinary weapon. Crafted by a master of Southern Magical Artistry specifically for him—[Sword of Glory Knight]—it was a masterpiece of Cavalry warfare.
"That’s it! Pierce him!"
"Evil Monsters! By the hand of Representative Duke Leo, Death is delivered!"
With a thunderous cry, Trelshka charged forward atop his galloping warhorse, the Longsword aimed straight for Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang’s heart.
"SWISH!"
The strike passed through empty air.
"What?!"
Trelshka’s face twisted in shock. He snapped his head up—only to see the "Monster" leap high into the air under the golden sunlight, swinging its massive Great Axe down in a brutal arc.
"WHOOSH—CRACK!"
First came the wind's scream, then the blade slicing through flesh, followed by the thunderous impact as it cleaved into the earth. The warhorse stood frozen—then split cleanly in two, blood spraying in a wide arc.
But Trelshka reacted with lightning speed. Just before the axe descended, he leapt from the saddle and rolled across the ground several times, narrowly escaping death.
Gasping, he knelt on the battlefield, bracing himself with his Longsword, his expression grim and resolute as he stared at the towering "Monster" and the ruined halves of his loyal steed.
"Pant... pant..."
"How... how could a creature of such size possess such Dexterity?"
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang yanked his Great Axe from the ground, turned, and sneered with a monstrous grin.
"Missed again?"
"War Fury Brother, still playing hero against a boss, huh?"
"No hair, no problem. Just like you always were."
A nearby player, casually crushing the skull of a stealth-attacking Alliance soldier with a single blow, tossed off the remark with a smirk.
"Move aside, man. Don’t interrupt my fun. If you’re not careful, I’ll take you down too. This Minor Boss is worth a fortune—can’t let him get away."
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang waved dismissively, exhaling a hot plume of breath. He hefted his axe, ready to charge again.
Trelshka didn’t understand their words—didn’t grasp the strange, cryptic phrases—but he heard the tone. The condescension. The casual superiority. It wasn’t directed at an enemy. It was the arrogance of nobility playing with their prey.
In his own mind, it was like noble heirs amusing themselves by hunting rabbits—discussing whose arrow was truer, whose shot was cleaner, whose rabbit had the finest fur, perfect for a hat.
And he—the Northern Regions’ youngest Baron—was the rabbit.
A burning shame surged through his chest. Never before had he been so humiliated, not even when facing the mightiest of foes.
"Damned Monsters!"
"You’ll learn what it means to underestimate me!"
He raised his Longsword once more, moving with agile precision toward the beast.
The Heavy Great Axe came down again—any grazing contact would have severed him in half. But Trelshka danced with expert timing, maintaining just the right distance. The blade whistled past his side, and as the monster’s momentum carried it forward, he seized the opening—driving his sword deep into the gap left by the axe’s swing.
"SWISH—!"
Scales and blood flew. The sharp Longsword carved open the monster’s chest, leaving a deep, jagged wound.
Seeing the damage, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang retreated sharply, creating space. Then, using his momentum, he spun the Great Axe in a wide, whirling arc—creating a storm of blades around his body.
"CLANG!"
The clash of metal rang out. The axe struck Trelshka’s body—but was deflected by a golden, luminous membrane that flared across his armor.
Yet the force was too great. The membrane shattered instantly, and Trelshka was sent flying backward.
But the [Levitation] enchantment on his boots activated mid-air, stabilizing him. With a flick of his foot, he launched himself from the sky—landing directly atop the spinning Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang’s head.
His Longsword’s blade shifted instantly—morphing into a perfect cross.
Trelshka’s face hardened. With both hands locked on the hilt, he drove the sword down with all his might.
"SWISH!"
The razor-sharp cross-blade pierced through the "Monster’s" skull, cleaving straight through the neck—like skewering meat on a spit.
As the screen faded to black, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang, in his final breath, whispered weakly:
"Next time... never use a Disabling Strike again."
Then, with a roar, he collapsed.
More words Trelshka couldn’t understand.
Standing atop the colossal corpse, Count Trelshka pulled his blood-soaked, brain-streaked sword free and raised it high.
The blade glittered coldly in the sunlight. Behind him, his tattered Lion-Head Cloak flapped wildly in the wind.
"Everyone, see this!"
"Monsters of the Kingdom of Ashen are made of flesh—they bleed, they die, they can be defeated!"
"Scandians! Do not fear! This is our land. We will drive them out!"
Suddenly—a beam of light shot through the air.
Trelshka reacted instantly, ducking aside. The attack grazed his shoulder—but the technique felt eerily familiar. He’d seen something like this before.
"That light..."
"No... it can’t be. This... this is impossible!"
His expression froze. A chilling suspicion seized his heart.
Slowly, stiffly, he turned toward the source of the beam.
And there—standing amidst a ring of monsters—was the figure he never expected to see.
A golden-haired silhouette, tall and resolute, raising a Silver Sword toward him. The same unwavering gaze.
"Andrea?"
"You’re Duke Leo’s son—blood of the Bosk Family, descendant of Rosel!"
"Andrea Bosk! How could you be here? How could you betray your bloodline?!"
Trelshka’s voice cracked with disbelief.
He’d grown up alongside Andrea—trusted him, trained with him. Both had traveled the South, shared the same age, the same ideals. They’d even discussed reforms for the Northern Regions, envisioning a more enlightened, progressive realm.
But now, after all that, they met again—on a battlefield, as enemies.
Trelshka had long envied Andrea’s status, his privilege. He’d dreamed of wielding such power—of changing the world, of making the North a true home for all.
And yet Andrea had abandoned it all—power, title, even bloodline—without hesitation. To Trelshka, it was incomprehensible.
Andrea shook his head, calm as ever.
"My current status? Just a common citizen of the Kingdom."
"I fight not for any ruler. I fight only for the people who live in the Northern Regions."
(End of Chapter)
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