I Became a Hero With a Lot of Experience

49 – 049: Dark Sword (2)

Most of the plain was covered by fog, which was used to divide the battlefield, leaving only a small amount of mist ahead.

Advancing, as if piercing through the fog that seemed like it would disperse with a breath, I moved forward.

The destination is, without saying, the enemy’s main camp where Beerial is located.

Behind, numerous cavalry and infantry were following, but there was no specific order given by anyone.

The knights chose the fastest route to save their lord, and the infantry stuck close to the strongest person to survive a little longer.

Honestly, the sight of cavalry and infantry gathering together and charging would have been disgraceful from a distance.

They were rushing recklessly like dogs caught up in their prey, without any systematic command or anything.

Although there were a few commanders left, communication was not functioning properly due to the fog, and there were limits to commanding such a large army with just a voice.

In a situation where communication with the command post was severed, this was the best option.

Moreover, despite appearing dull from the side, perhaps because I was at the forefront, this formation that didn’t seem like a formation was quite threatening.

“They’re here!”

Deciding it was impractical to block my assault with a widespread barrier, the first line of heavy infantry moved forward.

Close up, each individual looked incredibly sturdy, with a height that seemed to exceed 2 meters.

But I didn’t know them.

The lance of the Korean people swept away the million-strong army of Sunara like autumn leaves.

“Virgin Spiral!!!”

The golden light blooming from the tip of the lance began to whirl, soon gaining more strength, transforming into a fierce storm.

Advancing with the rotating lance, the Korean forces soon collided with the enemy’s heavy infantry.

They tried their best, abandoning spears or axes in one hand and supporting shields with both hands, but all their efforts were in vain.

No shield held meaning in the face of the whirlwind ignited by the flames of the sacred maiden.

“Wowww!!! (Experience gained: 13)”

The infantry, who blocked the way, cheered as if being drawn into the whirlwind, torn apart and shredded.

The rotating flames of the maiden continued to engulf numerous infantry, advancing relentlessly.

The surviving infantry, barely escaping the flames, fell lifeless to the ground as the knights’ blades followed.

The momentum continued as the infantry, suddenly filled with courage, rushed forward, collectively ending the breath of the fallen enemy infantry.

Even heavily armored infantry, surrounded by several attackers, could not avoid the shock when beaten with maces or swords.

It was in the midst of what seemed like an endless march of victory that a sudden change occurred.

“A barrier?”

A transparent barrier appeared on the opposite side, shining brightly.

Unlike the breath it blocked, the shield, about the size of a kite shield, flew at a rapid speed.

Attempting to block with my shield reflexively, a significant impact reverberated through my hand, impossible to overlook.

It might not instantly incapacitate me or break bones upon a direct hit, but it couldn’t be ignored.

If I unleash my growth, I might easily break through, but that might be what the enemy desires.

As I pondered, the barrier multiplied from one to dozens, all flying towards me simultaneously.

I quickly turned my head to the left while looking back at the barrier.

The speed wasn’t that fast, probably manageable with the enhanced legs powered by sacred energy.

‘To have something like that come out from such a deep excavation…’

Certainly, there must be an officer nearby who created the barrier.

Finding the officer would mean victory, but the problem was that I was unfamiliar with the officer’s appearance.

All I knew was that the officer had gone through four reincarnations.

‘Wait a minute…’

The possibility of going through four reincarnations means…

For a moment, following the only possibility that crossed my mind, I looked around, and indeed, there was an eerie aura emanating from a lone figure inside.

＜Experience Counter: 76＞

A seasoned veteran akin to a king in experience.

Unless you’re mad about colors, one could scarcely amass such a wealth of experience in just one lifetime.

Even if he wasn’t a superior, the fact that he was someone who needed to be torn apart urgently remained unchanged, so I dashed towards him without delay.

“You’ve arrived… (Experience Counter: 76)”

The manner in which the Mazoku stood behind the intermediary soldiers spoke as if he had been expecting me, markedly different from the other Mazoku.

Clad in robes akin to a sorcerer from the fabric itself, no staff in his hands, yet a glimmer akin to what emanated from the battlefield shimmered around him.

The moment I arrived, he swiftly erected a round shield around himself, defending his body.

Unlike the shields before, this opaque one seemed several times sturdier than what had struck my body.

Perhaps a delaying tactic.

“Continue to guard yourself like that.”

Immediately instructing Baryl, I ascended above the shield he had erected and took a deep breath.

“Virgin Breath!”

And I exhaled the breath of a virgin towards the surroundings.

At first, the intermediary soldiers resisted to some extent, but as the flames intensified, they couldn’t withstand it any longer, all of them becoming ash, collapsing onto the ground.

“…. (Experience Counter: 76)”

Even witnessing his compatriots dying, he remained indifferent, his expression unchanged.

Having subdued the surrounding Mazoku, I descended once again, facing off against the opaque shield.

Even without directly touching it, I could imagine the strength of the shield through the immense amount of mana emanating from it.

This must be his ace in the hole.

To pierce the shield, I condensed holy power to the tip of the lance and rotated it to its limit.

As the lance aimed towards the shield, which could easily be tens of centimeters thick, it slowly but surely advanced.

“…. (Experience Counter: 76)”

Initially steadfast, the shield began to crack slowly, assuming a precarious state, yet he remained motionless.

There might have been a way for him to release the shield and flee.

Yet, he didn’t. He knew this was a delaying tactic.

“…Gah, Gahhh!! (Experience Counter: 76)”

Eventually, as the lance pierced the shield and encroached upon his body, it was as if a fog that had agreed upon a pact beforehand began dispersing across the battlefield.

Turning his head slightly, Berial smirked.

“…We’re about to witness something interesting. Especially you… (Experience Counter: 76)”

Verial pointed at me.

Though it seemed like he wanted to say something more as he pointed at me, his words were cut off before he could utter them.

Despite our victory, as we stood there for a while, staring at the collapsed body with the shattered defenses, an eerie feeling lingered in the air.

“Damn, what was that…?”

There was no one to answer the almost muttered question.

Perhaps everyone was experiencing the same indescribable emotions as I was.

As I turned my gaze towards the now completely concealed fog wall, shrouded in a sense of victory or defeat or something incomprehensible, a sense of unease crept in.

“The aura of the virgin…! It’s gone…?”

The distinct aura of the virgin, once clearly felt before the fog descended, was now gone.

*****

“Damn it!!”

Without a moment to ponder where it all went wrong, Rass reflexively swung his sword.

He had realized that something was amiss since the battlefield was enveloped in fog.

Perhaps he vaguely knew that the right flank of the battlefield was where the enemy’s tactics were concentrated.

But who could have predicted such a situation?

Suppressing the urge to ask his master about it, Rass swung his sword once again, clashing with his master’s blade.

“Master!! Please, get a hold of yourself!!”

Despite the desperate cry of his disciple, Claire (Experience Points: 213) chuckled and swung her sword.

Rass, who had barely managed to parry the blow, seemed to be drained of strength after receiving several blows.

If one were to ask where things went wrong, it would undoubtedly be when Claire defeated the demon.

Initially, everything went smoothly.

Thanks to Rass and his party, Claire could approach the demon emitting a violet light without any hindrance.

The demon with a sinister appearance wielding a violet glowing sword turned out to be a high-ranking demon swordsman among the officers.

Although Claire claimed he was formidable even among officers, he was no match for Claire, who had accumulated years of combat experience and training.

The battle lasted for quite some time, but as time passed, Claire, experienced in one-on-one combat, gained the upper hand.

No matter how powerful a demon he was, holding the title of the Kingdom’s Best Sword at the age of 20 and comparing 50 years of relentless training to a seasoned swordsman, there was no comparison.

When the tide turned, Claire attacked the demon with the momentum of a raging storm, and eventually, the demon’s head rolled off.

Everything seemed to be ending just like that, until Claire, as if possessed, grabbed the demon’s sword.

From the moment she seized the demon sword, Claire changed.

At first, it seemed as if they indiscriminately slaughtered demons and humans alike, but as time passed, the focus shifted to the massacre of humans.

When she finally regained complete consciousness, Claire was still Claire, but she had transformed into something other than Claire.

“Is this the body of the Kingdom’s Number One Sword… The groin is a bit itchy, but it’s the best physique.”

Ras would probably never forget that gloomy yet charming voice.

Despite constantly defending against the attacks of the being he no longer knew whether to call a teacher or what, Ras had reached his limit.

With weakened knees, Ras sat on the ground and looked up at Claire approaching him.

Claire, who had quietly approached Ras, raised the demonic sword high, which soon dyed the blue sky in her own color before descending towards Ras.

“This damn…!”

A warrior appeared beside Ras with a shield, striking Claire away from him.

“Hey, warrior…?”

Turning to the side, Ras only now realized that the mist that had covered the battlefield had completely disappeared.

“Hey, no time, so answer quickly. What is that? Why on earth…”

The warrior spoke with a trembling voice, unable to believe the facts.

“…Why!! Why!! She’s a virgin!!!”

“…What?”

She’s a virgin.