Dear My Knight

4. Drake – (37)

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The battlefield is truly a hundred-fold situation.

Aisen Glade, who shows overwhelming innocence like a one-man army, leads the front line and wields his sword.

Like a single blue light cutting through the waves of the black sea, it firmly held its place. The knights of Glead who follow Aizen also defend the center of the frontline as firmly as an iron wall without a single casualty thanks to their inaction.

The coalition of hundreds of northern knights in charge of the left side is also gradually expanding the front line in a rather pushy form, thanks to long-distance support such as a huge bombardment such as Tyra Martina’s large monster concentrated interception.

The right side seemed to be pushed back, but there was nothing wrong with maintaining the frontline until now as Tolish and Philia struggled, and the mercenary troops led by Harjan caused confusion on the battlefield with attacks that turned from the side instead of the front.

The fierce battles everywhere seemed to lead to the victory of the northerners defending the city of Glia.

……

It wasn’t Aizen, Tyra, Martina, Tolish, or Harzan on the front line who first noticed the odds on the battlefield…

Oddly enough, it was none other than Ed.

Instinctive intuition.

The strange heat pounding on my chest nonstop.

The image of people dying continuously in real time.

As if all of that shimmered before his eyes, it caught Ed’s attention.

Power continues to soar in the hand holding the sword, and thick fighting spirit fills his chest.

It’s like being with them on the battlefield and protecting them.

However, Ed, who kept thinking about his role, held his breath and held the heat like that huge lava in his heart.

Then Ed’s gaze suddenly turned to the air.

“Ed…?”

Chersha, who was right next to him, speaks out about Ed’s sudden action.

However, despite Chersha’s call, Ed’s gaze did not come off as if it were nailed into the air.

A sky dyed pitch-black where nothing exists.

The pitch-black night, where not even the stars were visible, seemed to have swallowed the darkness itself.

But Ed looked at something in the pitch-black sky.

A monster so far away that you can’t even measure the distance.

I was using a small amount of mana all over my body, but that distance was hardly a distance that could be confirmed with mana. Nevertheless, Ed put something in his eyes in the darkness and sharply hardened his impression.

Instinct was sounding the alarm bell.

If not the number is dozens… No, hundreds.

“Anti-air magic. You need anti-air magic. Chersha.”

Ed, who opened his mouth urgently, looked at Chersha and spoke quickly.

“…”

At Ed’s sudden words, Chersha follows Ed and looks into the air while preparing for casting, holding her staff.

But Chersha couldn’t see anything.

A night sky where only pitch-black darkness exists……

But at that moment.

Keee

Kiaaagh!

A mysterious scream from which you can’t even tell where it’s coming from sweeps the huge battlefield as it is.

Most of the knights and mercenaries, of course, at that horrifying scream. Even the core forces, which can be called the main axis of the battlefield, turned their gaze toward the sky at the moment.

And Aizen was the first to notice the Witchbeast’s ‘identity’ in it.

A time close to an instant.

Only Eisen Glade noticed the existence of the Witchbeast among the people looking at the sky with the feeling that something was coming.

As if someone deliberately hid it. Suddenly their presence appeared.

Even Eisen himself questioned how this was possible. Now was not the time to pursue it.

Chaw ah!

For a moment, Aizen swung his huge sword as if sweeping the front, and suddenly shouted loudly.

“It’s Drake!!! Prepare everyone!!!”

And while doing so, Eizen spurred the ground and retreated to the rear. He winked intently at the trustworthy knight, Tzera, who was his right arm.

A knight who will fill the void left by defending the front line. There were no other knights with that level of skill at present.

‘Even if it’s Tzera, how many minutes will it last…’

Aizen, who had reached a moment of negative thinking, calmly calmed down his thoughts.

Rather than that, the horde of drakes that numbered in the hundreds in the sky was like a catastrophe in itself.

Right now, it was urgent to kill the drake that was positioned as if it would cover the sky.

The group of Drakes was now approaching this way, making their presence known as if they were dominating the air.

ㅡ Drake.

Beasts that are said to have lost even the intelligence they originally possessed because a mythical existence called a dragon was hated by the gods, and the entire race deteriorated and degenerated.

Each one of them is a monster classified as a 4th grade dangerous species. A single individual drake wasn’t that threatening, but with a herd of hundreds like now, all that talk was meaningless.

Drake, who does not usually live in a group, was enticed by Vitria, the demon of disaster, and was heading here in a group.

Drake’s characteristic flame called ‘dragon’s breath’ that shoots in the air.

If the dragon’s breath spewed out simultaneously from hundreds of drakes and swept away the knights on the battlefield. As it is, the map of the battlefield ends as it is.

There was no such thing as a future anymore.

So if we don’t solve the Drake group first, this battlefield will soar to catastrophe.

In between moments of time. Aizen withdrew from the front line, and Trezera passed by him and quickly moved forward.

A huge blue light begins to gather at the tip of Aizen’s sword. The biggest reason he can’t stand on the front line right now.

It is an offensive swordsmanship, and Glaade’s only swordsmanship that can be classified as a long-distance attack.

It was to deploy the type 5 blue storm.

Wow!!!

Aizen’s sword begins to vacuum greatly in the deep blue aura that is gathering to the limit.

But that wasn’t enough, so Aizen opened up more and more mana from his body and poured it into his sword.

Nevertheless, it’s not enough.

In order to deal with that ridiculously large number of drakes, I had to send my aura to the limit.

The moment Aizen was preparing more than 50% of his mana for the swordsman’s brother.

The back side of Glaad, who guards the center.

Go oh oh oh oh.

A huge mana storm surged through Chersha’s body. The atmosphere began to take hold.

At Ed’s words about anti-aircraft magic, Chersha, who finished the basic casting in an instant, started casting in earnest.

The knights, Ashera, and Ed who kept a certain distance from Chersha.

The moment Ed was thinking about his actions, seeing Aizen preparing for a giant swordsman in front of him.

Before that, Ashera spoke first.

“Bamel of the 3rd Glaade Knights, all prepare for the Type 5 Blue Storm.”

Asera’s words to the knights to prepare for sentence 5 are immediate. Even at the risk of mana exhaustion, they will prepare extensive long-range support.

That’s why even Ashera raised her sword and began to gather blue auras at the tip.

“And Ed. You only think of Chersha-sama’s escort.”

The capacity of the 3rd Knights of Glaade, the Bamel Knights is 20.

Now, those 20 knights each raised their swords and began preparing for the Glaade Swordsmanship Type 5 Blue Storm.

The Knights of Bamel settled in a huge circle around Chersha. Then, the dark blue light gathered at the tip of Ashera’s sword embroidered the space, and each of them began pouring their mana into the sword.

Unlike the center gathering strength to take on a horde of drakes.

From the left, the first attack was made against the group of drakes.

A vicious sound that seems to tear apart the space itself regardless of the effective distance. From the end, a huge arrow wrapped in blue light is shot at the group of drakes.

Keee

Kiaaagh!

Let the huge trail of blue light embroider the space between the group of drakes who spit out creepy screams simultaneously.

ㅡㅡ!

As if a blank space was created in an instant. Several drakes exploded on the spot and died, and several drakes caught in the aftermath ripped off their wings and fell to the ground.

Kiaaagh!

Although the knights of the North turned her gaze towards Tir a Martina, her mythical feats, her eyes full of hope in her moment.

Actually, Tyra was looking at the group of Drakes with a white expression.

Using mana repeatedly. Unreasonable bursts of fire while awakened to gain the upper hand on the front line.

All of that overlapped, and her right arm, which was tying the string of a huge longbow, was stained red all over.

“…Too…Too many.”

Tirra muttered so quietly that no one could hear.

As she was about to take out the next arrow from the quiver, Tyra’s hand flinched. She could no longer tie her bow to the string.

Even with her regenerative powers in her awakened state, she couldn’t stand the load she was putting on her right arm.

At least a few more minutes.

Tyra realized that she couldn’t shoot arrows with all her strength.

……

“Drake…”

Galia burst into laughter and looks up at the sky. The shooter’s eye sees farther than normal knights and mercenaries, but.

Gallia’s eyes, which are specialized in shooting like her sniping, could see farther than that.

He could see Drake clearly in his eyes.

“The greatness of the shooter!!! Shouldn’t we show it right now!!?”

Originally, Harjan should have raised his morale. Gallia, now an A-class mercenary, takes over the role with a loud cry.

Even now, Harjan was facing the Witchbeast on the front line on the left.

Gallia aims her longbow toward the sky, releasing the mana dormant in her body as if exploding.

Whee woo woo woo woo!

A huge wind blew in and enveloped Gallia’s body at the same time. The mercenaries, equivalent to shooters who had been gathered separately as a long-distance support, each raised their bows high toward the sky.

And within it, a being that emits a huge amount of mana as if pouring out all of its own mana.

A shooter who lost all his comrades in the northern wilderness. Rien was there too.

“…Absolutely.”

Muttering softly and concentrating mana excessively. Gallia gives her a glance, but that doesn’t stop her.

After all, the moment the group of hundreds of Drakes reached the front line, everything was over.