Chapter 902 - Who is the Fastest Among You?
The fifty gryphons were one of the secret weapons raised by the monster tamer.
The Great Emperor had organized new armies in various forms, not just knight orders.
The Gryphon Unit was one of them.
As he sent them out, the Great Emperor pondered.
'How did they block it?'
In a fight, the more you know about your opponent, the more advantageous it is.
He didn't send the unit while calling it a greeting for no reason.
A unit calculated and trained so that even a knight-level force couldn't easily deal with it had collapsed too easily.
Traces and reports alone left much to be desired.
He wanted to see with his own eyes how they blocked the daggers he sent.
'It was unexpected that the force I sent would be defeated.'
The part that deviated from the Great Emperor's expectation was that it happened too easily.
With just one horse flying in the sky?
That meant the Great Emperor was curious about the 'how.'
Cutting down a thousand soldiers with a single sword.
Anyone can say these words, but if asked how it happened, the methods become varied.
So he was curious.
His wish was granted.
Because a winged horse soaring into the sky showed him exactly what he wanted to see.
"There are no enemies on the path the Great Emperor walks. To the disloyal, subversive, and ignorant ones blocking the way, I declare. Kneel and bow your heads right now!"
The Great Emperor's trumpeter shouted loudly before blowing the trumpet.
The side held in his hand was narrow, expanding outward into a wide bell shape.
Ppaaaaaaa!
A sound as loud as a Frog Knight's croak resonated.
Even before that, his vocal cords were impressive.
Comparable to the trumpet sound itself.
'Seeing something like that, one should say he's gifted.'
Enkrid heard the opponent's voice from the sky.
Matching that trumpet sound, the flock of gryphons began to swarm.
The numbers were not few.
"Do not overdo it. Fiancé."
Just before flying on the horse, Shinar had said.
The Fairy easily grasped Enkrid's condition with her unique sensitivity.
He was exhausted.
It was due to moving like a storm without once resting his back comfortably on a bed.
"I've gotten used to it more than expected, so it's fine."
To those words, Enkrid answered like this.
"Well, if it doesn't work out, leave it to me. I'm going to throw a few stones just to loosen up, so I can kill them all."
Rem said, gripping the sling handle instead of his axe.
Enkrid had done all sorts of things while riding Weird Eyes in the meantime.
Fighting gryphons, flying, and flying again.
While doing so, he naturally realized several facts, so an answer like the current one came out naturally.
"Seems like it'll be fine."
"What exactly is fine?"
This was asked by Ragna.
"Weird Eyes and I, the two of us, are enough."
Enkrid proved those words soon after.
Weird Eyes, sprinting on the ground before soaring into the sky, charged straight toward the Gryphon Unit.
Feathers like steel were weapons in themselves.
In addition, the stabbing with the beak tip was threatening, and the soldier riding on top thrusts a spear accustomed to through training.
Amidst this, a guy holding a crossbow was seen, but that was meaningless in aerial combat.
How to hit while flying at high speed?
Enkrid thought so but corrected his thought immediately.
'So that's how they do it.'
The enemy wasn't foolish either.
If they knew it wouldn't work, there was no reason to carry a crossbow and ride a gryphon.
The enemy's crossbowmen weren't singular but paired in groups of ten.
They poured arrows toward a specific area as is.
Not pursuing the target for precise shooting, but shooting to occupy space.
'Should I call this Space Occupation Shooting?'
Should he say they are guys who trained for all sorts of things?
Yet, it wasn't threatening.
For Enkrid, it was possible to drop all the quarrels with just a single Dawn strike.
Right now, there was no need for even that.
As soon as the crossbows were fired, Weird Eyes changed the angle of his wings and rode the wind.
Enkrid understood what Weird Eyes did through sensation alone.
'Riding the wind.'
Making the wings parallel to the wind.
Feeling the flow of air and cutting through while riding that flow.
As a result, Weird Eyes increased his momentary speed.
High-speed flight.
Enkrid felt his internal organs being pushed again, so he held his breath, swallowed, and endured by putting strength into his abdominal muscles.
After that, it felt as if Weird Eyes was speaking to him.
'Extend the sword.'
He didn't actually speak.
Only his intention was vividly conveyed.
When Weird Eyes tilted his body to the side, it became a good posture to hold something in the right hand and swing.
Enkrid followed that meaning.
Gripping the sword, he applied force and slashed. In that trajectory, the neck of one gryphon and the neck of one soldier were caught.
'Feels like hitting a scarecrow.'
Everything was guided by the friend he was on.
Enkrid simply became the single sword that his friend lacked.
Weird Eyes soared even higher as is and entered a nearby cloud as if piercing it.
The gryphon flock chased behind.
The speed difference was distinct.
No, the difference in flying skill was stark.
In the meantime, Weird Eyes continued to fly.
While doing so, he repeatedly learned and realized how to fly in the sky.
He experienced combat situations including long-distance and short-distance flights.
If there was Ragna among knights, among horses, Weird Eyes showed an aspect for learning like Ragna.
'Even without anyone teaching him.'
He learns on his own.
For Weird Eyes, wingbeats were such a thing.
Enkrid entrusted everything to Weird Eyes.
Faithfully following his intentions.
When it was time to extend the sword, he swung the sword; if a fist was needed, he swung it as is.
Then, fixing his body with two legs, he raised the sword above his head.
A gryphon caught on the blade held above the head was split in half.
Load was placed on both arms, but it was a knight's muscle strength.
This level was nothing.
A blade becoming a guillotine splitting a monster whole in the sky.
Blood, bones, and flesh poured from the sky.
How many times did he feel his internal organs shifting?
Weird Eyes acted like a fish meeting water, and the gryphons became fish out of water.
Weird Eyes folded one wing and spun his body.
Enkrid swung his sword matching that timing.
With that, Weird Eyes and Enkrid combined forces and turned into a flying grinder.
Kwadduk!
Skulls and beaks caught on the sword were ground and cut.
The unlucky ones had their neck bones broken.
Weird Eyes spread his wings again to balance, soared upward, then folded both wings again to drop.
This was no different from sprinting in the sky like on land.
No, more three-dimensional movement was possible.
"This is all a dog's death."
Enkrid took a brief moment of leisure and spoke.
His words were heard by the soldiers too.
Natural since he put Will into his words.
But none of the soldiers reacted.
Enkrid looked into the soldiers' eyes while flying.
'No focus.'
Unknown if drunk on drugs or if some trick was played, but they attacked having lost reason.
'Is this the Southern style?'
Not a very pleasant sight to see.
Soldiers stepping onto the battlefield resolved for death.
It's fine to say they resolve to kill and resolve to die simultaneously.
But they weren't resolved, but drunk on something.
The Great Emperor forged a unit that knew no fear.
It wasn't a sight particularly good to look at.
'Oppression.'
The Great Emperor uses coercion and oppression as weapons.
The meaning of those words touched deep in his heart.
Nineteen gryphons died in an instant.
Not much time passed since the fight started, but victory and defeat tilted.
Yet, they attacked without keeping retreat in mind.
Weird Eyes finally dropped all the gryphons.
"Euaaa!"
A soldier falling from the sky turned into a crushed tomato with a scream following instinct even with unfocused eyes.
It was a fight at that height.
Was such a soldier just one or two?
Not a single one survived among the fifty gryphons, and half of the soldiers fell and died.
Aaaa, Euaaa, such screams were heard consecutively.
Enkrid examined the enemy territory while fighting.
There was no momentum reacting to his fight right now.
No, one killing intent was felt.
A knight's killing intent is like a refined blade.
Felt as something organized and shaped.
But the current killing intent.
'Feels a bit more primal than that.'
Killing intent thicker and denser than a wild beast.
Yet, it felt strangely controlled to call it a monster's.
Enkrid captured a strange existence among the opponents with intuition alone.
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"Indeed."
The Great Emperor watched the Gryphon Unit being caught and falling like flies on a summer day but wasn't flustered.
Wasn't it already expected?
Instead, he thought of the King of Naurillia.
'An insidious fellow.'
A fellow whose true colors aren't revealed even to his eyes.
It had been a truly long time since he met a fellow hiding his inner thoughts to this extent.
'Just as I prepared the gryphon flock, you must have prepared that horse too, right? The young King is truly insidious.'
It wasn't true.
There was no person who knew Weird Eyes was a Pegasus.
Enkrid didn't know either.
It was something that happened inadvertently.
The Great Emperor makes plans.
From that perspective, he viewed others that way too.
'Bring out more of what you've hidden.'
The Great Emperor gestured with his thought.
At the light gesture, two adjutants approached his side.
"Prepare my children too."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Tell the knight order too. That they would have prepared various means."
The adjutant answered and moved quickly.
Soon, according to his will, The Last Knights began to step onto the battle line.
The monster tamer gritted his molars tightly and vowed revenge as the gryphons he prepared died in droves.
'Damn Pegasus.'
Well, fine.
Since the trump card he prepared remained.
He whispered low beside a knight covering his whole body with helmet and armor.
The existence wrapping its body in full plate armor was also a member of the knight order.
"Make sure you kill that bastard."
The tamer said, tapping the armor's back.
It was an expression of intimacy.
Geureuk.
A sound of boiling phlegm came from inside the helmet.
That was the answer the helmet's owner spat out.
Beharli wanted to call out Cypress and fight right now, but there was no way the opponent would grant it.
'He will step up only after recovering his body a bit, right?'
Because he possessed Resolve, he acted as if he would attack recklessly, but Cypress uses his head more than expected.
Beharli knew that bastard didn't enjoy fighting against unfavorable odds.
Therefore, grasping his behavioral patterns wasn't difficult either.
'He will send out someone at the level of the next Captain, right? Shall I play along matching that?'
Amidst thinking, someone spoke first.
"I will do it first."
It was a fellow with only a single thin sword hanging at his waist.
Voice was small and demeanor quiet.
"Lien might come out."
They knew the Crimson Cloak Knights guarding the front line thoroughly.
Hadn't they repeated confronting and fighting for a long time?
The knight who stepped forward nodded.
That nod was also slow and tranquil.
He was a person who seemed to add the element of calmness to every action.
"Doesn't matter."
No eyebrows and no hair.
Among things carried on his body, the only thing made of iron seemed to be a single sword, and he wasn't even properly wearing a common gambeson.
Armor made by weaving scales of a snake-turned-beast arranged one by one and a single slender sword.
That seemed to be all he had.
"Then."
Receiving silent permission, the Southern knight stepped forward.
His gait was still modest and quiet.
Right next to the path he passed, a soldier who rode a gryphon crawled on the floor with broken legs.
Surprisingly not dead.
He passed by that side, and after he passed, the soldier moved no more.
Blood flowed from the soldier's neck.
A hole was bored into the clearly intact neck before anyone knew it.
Boots specially manufactured with very thin leather moved as if sweeping the floor.
The Southern knight who stepped forward like that opened his mouth.
"Who is the fastest among you?"
With words, the knight showed his palm facing the sky and beckoned with his finger.
"Come out."
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