I'll Take Care of Everything (4)
Pupupupupupuk!
Thousands of weapons flew toward the Crest Army. The orderly advancing formation instantly turned into chaos.
"Aaaagh!"
"W-What is this?!"
"It's magic! The enemy's magic has been activated!"
The soldiers were thrown into confusion by the unexpected, unimaginable attack. Their terrified screams filled the battlefield.
The commanders of each unit turned around, shouting.
"Mages, what are you doing?!"
"Magic is being cast right now!"
"Stop the enemy mages! Immediately!"
But their cries were in vain. The dance of countless blades in the air did not cease.
The thousands of weapons moved freely, as if each had its own will, mercilessly tearing through the Crest Army's ranks.
Some highly skilled knights and soldiers managed to deflect, dodge, or block the flying weapons, but it was meaningless.
The repelled weapons twisted in midair like living serpents and came back at them again.
The weapons slashing wildly through the air were sheer terror itself.
Even though no special techniques were used, the sheer randomness of their movement could not be ignored—one mere brush against a naked body would be enough to wound.
Count Crest widened his eyes in shock, his mouth agape.
"W-What is that?!"
The sight unfolding before him was beyond comprehension, even as he witnessed it firsthand. It felt as if an invisible, enormous army had surrounded his soldiers.
After standing frozen for a moment, he snapped back to his senses and shouted urgently.
"What are the mages doing?! I told you to properly suppress magic! Stop that magic immediately!"
At his command, the mages desperately unleashed their mana. But their faces were filled with confusion.
In the end, the mage commander standing beside Count Crest broke into a cold sweat and stammered,
"I-It's not magic."
"What nonsense are you spouting?! If that's not magic, then what is it?!"
"T-That is..."
The mage had no words. As far as he knew, something like this was impossible without magic.
They had no way of understanding Ghislain's transcendent control over mana.
Grinding their teeth, the mages poured out more mana, trying to identify and dismantle the spell's structure. But it was useless.
Meanwhile, the weapons unleashed by Ghislain continued mercilessly cutting down the enemy.
"Aaaagh!"
The screams of soldiers never ceased. The Crest Army had completely halted their advance and was now preoccupied with fending off the flying weapons.
A little distance away from the chaos, Ghislain elegantly moved his fingers, as if plucking the strings of an instrument.
Under his fingertips, thousands of weapons moved in perfect harmony, dancing. He looked like a grand conductor leading an enormous orchestra.
"The technique my mother taught me through Belinda was a great help."
Thanks to Belinda, his skill had reached an even greater level of mastery.
Previously, he had only been able to move weapons in a simplistic manner. But after inheriting the legacy of the Shadow Knights, he could now control each weapon with much greater finesse.
Furthermore, the masked woman—whom he presumed to be an ancestor of the Shadow Knights—had shown him techniques in his dreams that elevated his ability to an entirely new level.
Of course, even for Ghislain, controlling thousands of weapons was no easy feat. More than half of them still moved chaotically.
But that didn't matter. The enemy's formation was already crumbling under that alone.
It wasn't just the Crest Army that was shaken. The mercenaries, who had been waiting with tense expressions, were equally stunned.
"W-What is that?"
"The weapons... they're fighting on their own!"
"He... he's a superhuman. The vice-captain is definitely a superhuman."
Under normal circumstances, such a feat would have been met with cheers. But this time, no one made a sound. Shock and fear rippled through everyone like waves.
The allied forces of Nordhill and Lacus were also dumbfounded. Even the Swipel Army, which had come as reinforcements, looked as if they were the ones fighting Ghislain, their faces filled with terror.
The knight leading the Swipel Army lowered his head, hiding his twisted expression.
'Executing our mission is impossible. He is not someone we can handle.'
In truth, Count Swipel had ordered them to ambush the Yulian Mercenary Corps immediately after the war was won. But now, seeing the battlefield, they realized how absurd that plan had been.
How could their mere thousand troops possibly hope to kill a mage capable of controlling thousands of weapons alone?
Even with full preparation, it seemed impossible to overcome him. The best course of action now was to report to the count and devise a new strategy to deal with him.
Both armies were now completely dumbstruck by Ghislain's overwhelming display.
At least those who had followed Ghislain willingly were faring better. The Crest Army was in total disarray, incapable of doing anything.
"Aaaagh!"
"How are we supposed to fight against this?!"
"For god's sake, what are the mages doing?!"
The soldiers' cries of frustration and despair rang out endlessly.
A battle had to at least feel winnable to be fought properly. But this wasn't even a fight—it was a slaughter by weapons they couldn't even kill. Their morale plummeted.
But no matter how much they resented the mages, it was pointless.
Puk!
"Guhaaack!"
Before they realized it, Ghislain's weapons had reached their rear lines, relentlessly attacking the mages.
"S-Shield! Deploy shields! We can't block the magic, so focus on defense!"
The mages redirected all their mana to protect themselves. Even so, those of lower circles were pierced and fell one by one to Ghislain's flying weapons.
It had only been a short time since he started moving the weapons, but the battlefield was already in complete disarray.
That didn't mean everyone had given up. There were still those who sought a way to overcome this crisis.
Some knights in the front lines shouted,
"Ignore the weapons! Charge! We have to close the distance!"
It was the most reasonable decision. There was no point in fighting an enemy without a physical form.
The command spread quickly as nearby soldiers repeated the order, shouting it louder and louder until everyone heard it.
They instinctively realized this was their only way out of this nightmare.
"Run! Charge forward!"
"Uoooohhh!"
The Crest Army gritted their teeth and started running. The cavalry on both flanks spurred their horses into a full-speed charge.
Their eyes were locked on a single target.
Dudududududu!
They were aiming to kill Ghislain, who stood at the forefront. They believed that if they could take him down, this nightmare would end.
And they weren't wrong. But whether they could actually kill him was a different matter.
Ghislain snorted and curled the corners of his lips into a smirk, gripping his staff tightly.
"It's a shame Bean isn't here, but... running around is good exercise, too."
Paaaaang!
A brilliant blue light flared as Ghislain shot forward like a bullet.
Even with a massive enemy force closing in on him, his lips curled into a relaxed smile. No, he even seemed to be enjoying himself.
After all, it had been a while since he had truly let loose.
In contrast, the faces of the soldiers charging toward him were still filled with fear and confusion.
And then—Ghislain and the Crest Army collided.
Kwooooong!
As Ghislain swung his staff, the soldiers at the front were sent flying. He dashed into the enemy lines like a bolt of lightning.
Kwoooong!
With every swing of his staff, soldiers were flung away like ragdolls.
The thousands of weapons that had been wreaking havoc in the enemy's formation now hovered around Ghislain.
Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!
Spears struck down cavalry, swords pierced through knights' armor. The weapons, like living beasts, relentlessly sought out openings and tore into the enemy ranks.
Ghislain swung his staff amidst the whirlwind of blades. His movements were fierce, like a raging storm.
Paaang!
His mana-infused steps accelerated even further. Screams erupted wherever he passed.
"Tighten the encirclement! Capture him!"
At someone's command, the soldiers rushed toward Ghislain in perfect coordination, as they had been trained.
But it was unnecessary. Ghislain had already penetrated deep into their formation.
Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-gang!
His staff moved at an incredible speed. Like a violent whirlwind, the nearby soldiers were flung in all directions.
Meanwhile, with every flick of Ghislain's fingers, weapons in the air slashed through soldiers, cutting them down.
"I—I can't even get close!"
"How the hell are we supposed to fight this?!"
"Why can't the mages stop him?!"
Cries of terror erupted from every direction. But there was nowhere to run. The wall of blades Ghislain had created had already trapped them.
"Now, shall we end this?"
A smile spread across Ghislain's lips. He raised both hands toward the sky. At that moment, every floating weapon around him shot upward.
And as he brought his hands down—
Paaaaaaaat!
Like black rain, thousands of weapons rained down simultaneously.
The Crest Army instinctively looked up. Their eyes were filled with sheer terror.
The vast downpour of blades soon engulfed them.
Kwooooooong!
"Aaaagh!"
Those who tried to run and those who attempted to resist were all swallowed by the storm of blades.
A superhuman. A term used to describe one who surpasses human limits, wielding transcendental power.
It is said that a superhuman alone can stand against ten thousand soldiers. That is why, unless countered by another superhuman, they are considered strategic weapons.
And at this very moment, Ghislain was proving himself worthy of that title.
But even he had a weakness—this body was not his own. He was merely inhabiting a body limited to the sixth circle. Sustaining superhuman-level techniques was impossible for long.
"Cough!"
Ghislain bent over, coughing up blood. Unfortunately, it seemed this body could no longer sustain his full power.
But it didn't matter. More than half of the enemy troops were either dead or incapacitated, and even the remaining ones had completely lost their will to fight.
Look at them. Even as Ghislain coughed up blood, none of them dared to approach him.
"A… a monster…"
"How… how does a mere mercenary have such power…?"
"He must've taken down five thousand on his own… Is he really a superhuman?"
Ghislain's final attack had devastated the battlefield. The Crest Army, having witnessed that overwhelming display, was paralyzed by fear.
A brief silence settled over the battlefield. The only one still moving was Ghislain, spitting out the last bit of blood in his mouth.
With a pale face, he grinned and said,
"I'm leaving now. It was fun."
Paaat!
He swiftly retreated. He could still fight a little longer, but his remaining mana needed to be conserved for something else.
The terrified Crest Army could only watch as he withdrew.
They had thought he could single-handedly slaughter every soldier here—so why was he suddenly retreating?
Confusion filled their minds.
Then, some commanders snapped out of their daze and shouted.
"Capture him! Quickly!"
"We have to kill him now!"
"Chase him down!"
The Crest Army jolted awake. Why would someone so powerful suddenly withdraw?
It could only mean he had run out of strength. Anyone could figure that out with a little thought.
"Uooooohhh!"
The Crest Army let out a war cry and charged after him. This was their chance. They had to capture and kill that monstrous man at all costs.
They kept shouting as they ran, trying to shake off their fear and reignite their shattered morale.
Their entire focus was on Ghislain, as if he were the only enemy on the battlefield.
But some had been waiting for this moment.
On horseback, Yulian stretched his sword forward in a picturesque stance.
The stance, drilled into him night after night by Ghislain's relentless nagging, was now perfected.
"All troops…"
His low voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Charge."
Paaak!
Yulian, at the vanguard, spurred his horse forward. Behind him, Kyle and Tyrann followed.
"Woooooahhh!"
At once, everyone let out a battle cry and surged forward.
Their faces were already filled with the thrill of victory.
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