31. Battlefield (2)
Yuma walked slowly.
The only 10 Pyneton warriors who survived Yuma’s Fled in a panic. He ran away quickly to let people know that a monster had appeared.
Three imperial soldiers standing on the edge of a cliff quickly came down through the forest and stood in front of Yuma. And when he saw the shining epaulettes on the right shoulder of his black coat, he lowered his head without hesitation.
One of the soldiers shouted loudly.
“Thank you for saving my life!”
The knight bent his right knee and bowed his body.
“Are you really the Grand Marshal?”
Yuma answered harshly.
“Yumada has been appointed as the Grand Marshal of this battlefield. Guide me to the Marquis of Tornel.”
“I understand! Marshal Yuma.”
As Yuma walked, she had to face the bodies of soldiers and knights strewn across her floor.
‘A lot of people died.’
The Astes Empire’s forces have already lost quite a bit. Yuma walked, taking in the scenery of the battlefield.
The 3rd commander Clid, the core force of the barbarian nation of Paineton who occupied the ridge, died. So the imperial army that retreated was able to reoccupy the ridge.
‘There is no point in killing any more.’
From the beginning, she did not intend to act from the perspective of the person who committed mass murder, but Yuma truly thought so.
‘Head.’
If you cut off the head leading the troops, there will be no need to kill other people.
Yuma’s thoughts became firm.
‘Did you say he was the king of conquest?’
***
The Marquis of Tornel stepped strongly onto the ground.
Whoa!
An ax that fiercely cuts through the air. The target of the ax was Kamet, the Conqueror. Kamet swung a sword as large as Tornel’s axe.
Ang!
As the two weapons clashed, a heavy pounding sound echoed throughout the sky. The two large bodies were pushed backwards.
“Hwaaap!”
Unlike Tornel, whose face was scrunched up in excitement, Kamet had a clear smile on his face.
“Khahahahaha!!”
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This is the situation now. It was a laugh of joy, like he was going to die of joy in this battle. Kamet’s body, contrary to its gigantic size, moved very quickly.
Battle clan.
Tornell, who faced Kamet’s sword directly, seemed to know painfully why the people of Paineton were called that.
Boom! Bang!
Fifteen attacks and defenses.
And the battle continues.
Tornell’s men and Kamet’s men swallowed their saliva continuously, watching the battle between the two chief beasts. Everything is hidden in a split-second judgment. In the battles of warriors who had reached the level of masters, split-second judgment was extremely important.
The lion’s mane-like brown hair of Kamet the Conqueror fluttered wildly as he blocked Torenelle’s axe, which had been struck like a windmill swept by a typhoon.
“You’re strong, you guy.”
Camet raised the corner of his mouth at Tronell’s words.
“You are strong too, Tornel.”
The two gained insight into each other’s strength today. There is a very slight difference in skill. They realized that if they continued to fight, one of them would die.
Next to Kamet, who is well over 2 meters tall. A man that large was approaching. The man started saying one word. As the story continued, Kamet’s face subtly hardened.
“I see, I understand.”
Camette sent his men back and faced the Marquis de Tornelle again.
“I don’t know what reinforcements they brought, but it looks like I was defeated today.”
In fact, Marquis Tornelle, who did not know the detailed news that Camette had just heard, did not react and remained silent.
“We’ll have to compete again soon.”
Kamet slowly moved his large body. A huge hand gesture containing an order to retreat moved thousands of men.
Kugugugugugu!!
Pyneton’s army retreated like an ebb.
“….”
Tornell watched them intently until they disappeared into one dot and moved to the barracks with his men.
Squeak!
The barracks door was opened. At the far end of the conference room table, there was a man looking directly at him. Dark gray hair. And blue eyes.
Tornell’s eyes turned to the clothes the man was wearing.
Black coat. And there was a golden epaulette on her right shoulder. He looked closely at the epaulettes. Six stars decorate the epaulettes.
It was an epaulette signifying the
General of the battlefield.
Grand Marshal, Yuma’s mouth opened.
“Marquis Tornell had a hard time holding on.”
Yuma raised her body.
“Let’s watch over the empire together.”
Chuck-
Then he stretched out his right hand.
“Grand Marshal, Yumada.”
Tornell held his hand.
“…Marquis Tornell. Marshal Yuma.”
Tornell maintained an example of class. It’s currently a war situation. The front lines in wartime conditions followed military law. On the front lines where military law is applied, the position of Holds the highest power except the emperor.
I had no choice but to be polite. This is because there were words I heard from the subordinates in charge of the ridge on the way to the barracks. He said the unbelievable thing that he had single-handedly erased about 30 strong people from this world in the blink of an eye.
However, it was not what one person said, but what three people said.
And the name of the target is Yuma. He was a person with the title of Martial God (武神). He gave credibility.
“The person coming to provide special troop support is Yuma the Warlord. I didn’t know it would be you.”
Yuma opened his mouth.
“He said one more person was coming. He said the second group was coming down with his troops. He said he would be later than me.”
“Is he the second left… He owns a mercenary corps, so once he comes, he will become a very large force.”
Marquis Tornel sat across from Yuma.
The two men faced each other.
“As you know, the position of Grand Marshal is the commander-in-chief of the battlefield. Do you have any orders to give?”
Yuma slowly shook his head.
“It’s up to you to give orders. Think of me as acting individually. I just didn’t want to listen to someone else’s orders, so I accepted the position of Grand Marshal.”
The Marquis Tornel, with his neatly stretched yellow beard, grinned, showing his teeth.
“You’re very honest. If you want anything, please let me know.”
Yuma decided to bring up the only business now.
“If it’s an order, it’s an order. What I want is to face the enemy, Kamet, the Conqueror. If I defeat the enemy, the enemy will lose their morale.”
Yuma picked up the glass of water in front of him and took a sip.
It was lukewarm water, but it was enough to quench her throat.
Yuma continued.
“There is no need to kill any more than that.”
Tornell opened his eyes wide.
Yuma’s words sounded ordinary, but she contained a very scary point.
‘The conqueror. Does this mean that he can definitely kill you if you put him in front of you? !’
Tornel had a very high opinion of Kamet, the Conqueror. The battle just now was clearly close, but I felt that Kamet’s power was slightly more advanced. And it was clear that Kamet also felt that emotion. Of course, unlike him, he probably felt a little helpless.
“He must be stronger than me. Every time we fight, it feels like he’s hiding a trick.”
“I see.”
Yuma stared at Tornel.
[Lv.138] Tronell
It was definitely strong.
Although he was weaker than Kronos, the 2nd Sword God of Sentai whom he killed with his own hands, he was the strongest human he had ever met, except for him who was a Grand Master who had surpassed [Lv.150].
[Lv.138] Tronell
Race: Human
Alignment: Good
Class: Warrior
Ground: Master
‘If a person like this is strong enough to sense defeat, then that King of Conqueror must be strong.’
Still, I didn’t feel afraid.
Because I always heard he felt like he was walking on thin ice.
“But it doesn’t matter. Let’s make a board so we can face him.”
Tornell felt confident in Grand Marshal Yuma’s words.
Confidence that will not be shaken by anything.
“…I understand. It is not difficult to face the King of Conquerors. He is hell-bent on settling the score with me. He will come out tomorrow to face the entire force of the main army. Follow me and you can meet him.”
“Okay, do you have any briefing on the rest of the battlefield?”
There was a moment of silence.
Tornel opened his mouth again with his stern face.
“I lost too many troops. As a commander defending the front line, I committed too great a crime. Yesterday and today…I lost close to a thousand troops. Today, with you, Generalissimo. Thanks to other reinforcements, the damage was greatly reduced. Even though it’s on one side, it’s like that.”
Yuma stared intently at that aged face.
His incompetence as commander-in-chief may have been correct. But he didn’t think the situation would have been better with anyone other than Tornel.
Yuma looked at Tornel, who seemed to have frustration weighing on his mind.
“What happened in the past cannot be undone. Starting tomorrow, all we have to do is reduce the number of sacrificed troops as much as possible.”
Even though he knows war, Tornel knows several times more than he does.
He will know the pain of war several times better.
Yuma thought he had no choice but to comfort him in his own way.
‘… These are the words of someone who has lost a lot.’
The Marquis of Tornel began to misinterpret and misunderstand Yuma’s words.
‘He still looks like an extremely young man on the outside… If he had that much power, he couldn’t be a young man.’
I thought that as my martial arts skills reached its limit, I looked younger.
Yuma had no idea in her dreams what illusions were going on in the mind of the Marquis Tornell, and she had one question that she had to ask about what the Marquis Tornell had just said.
“You just said that you had reinforcements other than me. Who is it?”
Tornel slowly opened his mouth.
“Revolutionary group.”
Revolutionary group?
“Revolutionary group, Dawn. They definitely introduced themselves that way.”
I’ve heard this a lot somewhere.
A woman’s voice was suddenly heard outside the barracks.
-This is Casiella, leader of the Dawn Revolutionary Group. Can I come in? His Excellency the Marquis of Tornelle.
Tornell stared at Yuma, who must be his superior on this front.
Yuma nodded her head, meaning it was okay to let her in.
“Come in.”
The barracks door opened.
The woman with long red hair opened her eyes wide when she saw Yuma.
“Yuma-sama.”
And then, all of a sudden, she got down on her knees.
“I have followed in your footsteps.”
It was Casiella, the leader of the revolutionary group .
