109 – no time (11)
“betrayer! It’s like a guy going to hell! You will never die gracefully!”
Stauffen did not know why, at this urgent moment, he remembered something from the past. A long time ago, when he had just betrayed himself, he remembered the people who criticized him. They were glaring at me covered in blood or ashes, and the king was weeping, haggard.
Insulting words full of anger and curses flew into his ears, and Stauffen listened to them with one ear and let them out with the other.
“You trash man! Do you think you will betray us and live well by yourself!”
“A guy who doesn’t even know grace!”
“Dirty bastard! You will be abandoned by the demons and die miserably!”
“Who will give you an important position! A traitor lives with a label all his life!”
I heard it in one ear and let it out in the other.
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None of the words they said were kept in mind.
Stauffen still couldn’t hear their voices.
He was on the battlefield now. The king’s mournful voice was never louder than the shouts of the soldiers. Kayberes, who drew his sword and commanded it, was more important.
“Kill! Open the castle gate as soon as possible! Bring their heads!”
A traitor must die miserably.
Stauffen’s eyes widened as he clung to Kebereth’s neck. Even now, she was standing on the wall, commanding, and cutting down the demons climbing the ladder before anyone else.
Due to her neat swordsmanship and command, even if the demons climbed the road like ants, they were often swept away as if they had been hit with insecticide.
“Pour the oil!”
Steaming oil spills over the ladder. The demon, who was climbing up the ladder, accidentally lifted his head and was hit head-on by the oil.
“aaagh!”
The demons who fell to the floor screaming out loud and struggled with their flesh wrinkled and cooked red, then shrunk like a dried fish and stopped moving.
On the one hand, spears flew and several soldiers used poles to forcibly push down ladders. When more than 10 people rushed at once, the ladder on which the soldiers were clumped together inevitably tipped backwards.
“aaagh!”
“aaagh!”
Demons fall like a well-ripe fruit. The moment the Demon fell to the floor by mistake twisted and rolled, the ladder made a heavy sound and crushed the Demon. When the other demons lifted the ladder again, the already fallen demons stopped moving.
It wasn’t a picture of demons dying unilaterally. The demons on the wall shouted while stabbing a human soldier in the stomach with a sword. Five or six soldiers rushed to save the soldiers, and the demons grabbed two of them by the collar and threw themselves from the wall.
As the defending troops escaped at once, a gap was created, and the demons took their place again, forcing the soldiers to sacrifice.
The demons stepped on the corpses of their comrades, climbed the ladder again, and fired arrows at the soldiers pouring oil to push them away. Staufen saw Kebereth in a cold sweat. could win
There was a loss, but after pushing the castle, you could do fatal damage to them. It could have shaken up the formation of their forces, and the Demon King’s army could launch a counterattack again.
“Push even harder! Kill them!”
A smile crept across Stauffen’s face.
“Don’t back down! In just a little while, support will come! We will overcome!”
I saw Kaybereth swinging his sword and screaming.
But Stauffen was certain that reinforcements would not come. Even if news reached the location of their main base, time was running out to lead a large force to come here.
The Demon Soldier swung his sword at Kiberes. Caybereth staggered, losing strength for a moment, then clench his teeth again and lean forward as he decapitated the soldier. Sweat flowed like rain, wet his face, and blood splattered around his eyes, making his vision blurry.
Stauffen was excited at the thought of imminent death.
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Now, Kiberes is dead.
The traitor who betrayed the demons will fall to hell, and Stauffen will prove himself.
Stauffen’s face flushed red, and his beard twitched.
“Kiberes! Can you hear me!”
Kiberes did not see Stauffen. Stauffen could see that she was trying hard to ignore his words.
The demonic soldiers keep pushing in, and the soldiers guarding the wall scream and fall down. The soldiers who tried to push down the ladder are overpowered by the Demons who threw the Bido. As the number of defenders dwindled, demon soldiers filled the void, and Cayberes hurriedly moved with his sword.
“That’s what a traitor says! Those who make the wrong choice die miserably in the end! It’s the last one that suits you well! Kiberes!”
A traitor must live the rest of his life proving that he will not betray. What Staufen, who entered the Demon Tribe, faced was the anxiety and disbelief inherent in the recognition of his abilities. Maybe one day he will betray you too. If another good opportunity presents itself, it may run away.
The aristocratic families of the underworld despised Stauffen and laughed at him, saying he was nothing more than a talented youngster. He endured such neglect and pressure and finally rose to the position of commander.
[Saying that doesn’t change anything. It’s because no one entrusts the frontline commander to a traitor.]
At this moment, he is punishing a girl from an aristocratic family who was ignoring him.
Stauffen was happier than anyone else.
he cried out.
“bye! K… … !”
bang!
His next voice was drowned out by a riot.
My eyesight is shaking.
The faces of the soldiers all turned around. A golden flash soared high into the sky, and dozens of soldiers were flying in the sky. A belated wind blew and tugged at his cloak, and the soldiers advancing screamed with their faces covered.
“What, what… … .”
Stauffen trembled with rage. When he barely uttered a word, another roar rang out and the soldiers flew into the sky. Blue eyes flashed in the rising dust, and a golden light created a gust of wind.
I could see black shadows shooting out like arrows shooting out through the dust, then splitting in two directions.
As the black woman soared into the sky and landed on the ground, the surrounding ground turned upside down and the soldiers were thrown out. He dodged the spear fired through the pile of stones as if he were dancing, then extended his fist and shattered the soldier’s head like a piece of ice.
The shadow that appeared on the other side lightly stepped on the heads of the demons to the castle wall and shot an arrow at the ladder.
The ladders hit by the arrows broke off one by one, and the soldiers fell down the wall.
“It’s a savior! We live!”
Kayberes cried out in tears. A golden blow swept across the battlefield, blowing away soldiers. The one standing majestically, exuding golden energy from his sword, was a warrior.
The corpses of demons were scattered around the hero like a butcher shop. The hero was advancing, killing all the soldiers blocking his path as if he were making a carpet to move on.
“What is this? I can’t do this! We’re all here! I can’t do this!”
“aaagh!”
Stauffen turned his head. When Ashuria approached the catapult and swung her fist, the column broke and the whole thing tilted. One of the officers approached Stauffen and shouted.
“Sir Stauffen! We must retreat! See the dust rising there!”
Stauffen raised his head. On the horizon, dust was rising. The dust rising high enough to feel the sign of a large army. If you wait to check their size, it will be too late. Stauffen gnashed his teeth and threw the pitch away.
“aaa!”
“Fix it. Mr. Stauffen! You have to run away first!”
“I can’t do this! It can’t be like this!”
It couldn’t be like this. The traitor had to die miserably. It had to be him who survived, not Cabares.
“Retreat! All troops retreat! Go back before the troops arrive!”
At Stauffen’s command, the soldiers began to flee. Kebereth was sitting on the ground, breathing heavily, and the soldiers were weeping while clinging to the walls. Those who had embraced each other and shared joy were gradually coming together around Kiberes.
Kiberes was kneeling in front of him and comforting the crying soldiers one by one, and that figure came into Stauffen’s eyes.
Stauffen hardened his face and screamed.
“Why? you! why!”
Amidst the fleeing soldiers, Stauffen’s gaze could not leave Kaybereth.
was a traitor
It meant that they were shallow tribes who did not know when to betray again.
Such Kiberes was casually encouraging the soldiers, and the soldiers risked their lives for her.
Staufen contorted his face, shook his head, and continued to look at Kebereth. As the castle moved away, her figure faded into obscurity.
It was like that then too.
When Stauffen was still a tactical instructor, even then, Kiberes faded into obscurity.
I remembered the door slammed shut and the sound of walking down the hallway receding. When he closed his eyes, counted, and opened the window, Stauffen could see her back across the field.
Her figure was blurry, like a dot.
A wagon rolled for Cayberes, and a number of students ran across the field.
It was to congratulate her.
Kiberes was buried among the demons and was laughing with an embarrassed face.
A space full of cheers, celebrations and joy.
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Now and then,
Kiberes was still there.
Staufen said with a blank expression.
“Me too, I wanted to be there. Kiberes.”
