T/n: The late last Saturday's chapter.
Why was there no instant when the sad predictions were wrong?
Because regardless of whether it was good or bad, the feelings he felt were correct with a very high probability.
A sound of horse hooves noisily rang.
Behind Lancephil Guardian Army, a single group showed itself.
< Chase Legion. >
< Rain Troop. >
It was the Rain Troop, whose fame was high even amongst the Chase Legion's troops.
He, unlike Royce who had both strength and resourcefulness, used a giant hammer as his favored weapon as a fierce general who charged without regards to front nor back.
"It looks like they're being chased, right?"
At Roan's question, Pichio nodded his head.
"Yes. In anyone's eyes."
The two people formed bitter smiles.
Roan deeply pulled down his hood and used the Flamdor Mana Technique.
"It seems that we should prepare for battle.
It was an urgent situation.
No, in the first place, there was neither a leisure nor space to do so.
'We have to hide our identity.'
For now, they had to at least hide the fact that Roan had appeared here at the Lancephil Fief's northeast region.
It was a disadvantageous situation.
However, composure overflowed in Roan's expression.
'After the battle with Sethus, the quality of the mana has rose greatly.'
Two types of mana.
After learning the fact that he could use the heat and the water energy as much as he wished, Roan intentionally used the heat during battles or duels until the bottom showed.
And when the heat filled the mana hole after the battles ended, much purer and greater amount of heat was filled.
He had became able to use more quickly and easily a much greater amount of mana than before.
'As the amount of mana increased, it became possible to use the techniques of Reid Art of Fighting that I had only been learning within my head.'
It meant that even if he couldn't use the Travias Spear, he had separate skills he could use to face the enemy forces.
Since there wasn't any instant when Roan showed off Reid's Art of Fighting on the battlefields, it shouldn't be easy for the Rain Troop to discover Roan's identity.
Pichio too, with a slightly nervous expression, pulled out his sword.
"There's people at the front!"
"Move aside! Move!"
The Lancephil Guardian Army, which had been mindlessly running away, discovered Roan and Pichio a moment late.
Roan and Pichio quietly stood their ground and awaited the Rain Troop that would rush towards them.
Pichio gulped dry spit with a completely tense expression.
Roan faintly smiled and asked.
"Are you scared?"
At those words, Pichio shook his head.
"That isn't so, sir. Since my lord is next to me. Should I say that it's making me slightly tense? Also……"
He glared straight at the front and added on.
"The apprehensive feeling has disappeared, sir. Somehow, I feel a good feeling."
A smile hung on Pichio's mouth.
Roan too cheerily smiled as he nodded his head.
"Is that so? Those are welcoming words."
There was no instant where Pichio's feelings were wrong.
Finally, the Lancephil Guardian Army all passed by, and the Rain Troop that followed right behind showed up.
It was a sight of charging with an outrage speed while exuding an inauspicious pressure.
"Should we play a round?"
Roan, while tightly clenching his fist, kicked the ground.
The image of his body extended long towards the Rain Troop.
His two fists became tinted red.
Through the Flamdor Mana Technique, powerful heat bursted out.
"What the! What's that crazy bastard!"
"Trample him instantly and continue the chase!"
The Rain Troop's soldiers looked at Roan, who was running towards them alone, and snorted.
At that moment.
Roan lightly kicked off the ground as he watched the cavalry rushing towards him.
From the crimson-tinted fist, mana burst out.
With a sound of explosion, the horseman who was running ahead first was blown off.
The horsemen at the lead tangled against each other and fell.
The cavalry that had been charging with a powerful thrust faltered and slowed their speed.
It was the situation Roan wished for.
Roan's plan was to stop the Rain Troop's feet for at least a moment for now.
At that moment.
With a thunderous roar, a giant warhorse jumped out from the center of the troop.
He was the very troop commander of the Rain Troop and one of Count Jonathan Chase's right-hand men, Viscount Rust Rain.
A great hammer much larger than an adult man's head cut apart the air.
Roan lightly moved his feet and twisted his body.
The hammer directly hit an empty ground.
With an explosive sound, rocks and earth soared.
"Oh ho. You dodged that? What's you brat's identity?"
Rust, with an amused light in his eyes, glared at Roan.
Roan, instead of an answer, kicked the ground again.
The two fists weirdly moved and created tens of afterimages.
"A fist master, is it? Hmph!"
Rust quickly swung his hammer as he snorted.
Each time, the dizzily drawn images disappeared in ones and twos.
'He really is a fierce warrior.'
Roan inwardly exclaimed and thrusted his fist as he twisted his body.
The entire fist flashed with a red light.
Looking at the first aiming at his abdomen, Rust pulled his hammer.
Roan's fist changed its trajectory towards a simply impossible direction.
An incredible sound of impact hit the ears.
Rust stared at Roan's fist with a shocked expression.
It was already too late for his body to react.
Roan's fist that aimed at his abdomen, drawing a ridiculous arc, headed towards the horse's neck.
A horrifying sounding impact echoed out.
Without even making a cry, the horse lost its life.
The four legs that had been standing strong swayed limply and the giant body crumpled to the side.
Rust quickly turned his body and soared up into the air.
With a dull sound, the horse fell.
Following right behind, Rust stepped down next to that.
He raged at the death of the beloved horse he roamed the battlefields together for tens of years.
As he, who originally attacked brutishly even without that, lost his mind from rage, his might became much stronger than before.
'It almost feels like I'm looking at a berserker.'
Roan dodged the hammer this way and that and clenched his teeth.
If he were to be even brushed slightly, his bones would break.
"We will continue the chase!"
"Continue the chase!"
The Rain Troop's soldiers, who watched momentarily, pulled their reins and prepared to chase.
"I, I'll try to stop them, sir!"
Pichio bravely stepped up.
Roan tightly clenched his teeth.
'I can't just let them go. Should I use the blink?'
But he soon shook his head.
Roan nimbly dodged Rust's hammer, then jumped into his chest.
Rust's size seen from near was much bigger than he had thought.
Rust closed his arms as if to catch Roan.
It was a very stable pose.
And just like that, he grabbed Rust's waist with one hand and quickly and erratically moved his two feet.
Suddenly, Roan's body softly moved like a snake, rode Rust's abdomen and side, and passed over to his back.
A smooth movement.
Rust's expression was greatly taken aback at having instantly shown his back.
Suddenly, the giant body rose up into the air.
With a grunt, Roan threw Rust towards the cavalry.
The soldiers who were about to go on the chase, looking at Rust flying towards them, widely opened their two arms.
With a dull sound, tens of horsemen rolled on the ground together with Rust.
It was to help Pichio, who was fighting alone.
The fists and the feet left numerous afterimages and cut apart the space.
Each time, warhorses, horsemen, swordsmen, and archers fell powerlessly .
"Pichio. Slowly move back."
Pichio answered shortly and quickly moved back.
Although his instinct was unrealistically outstanding, it was a fact that his strength was still lacking.
At least thanks to having learned the Tale Mana Technique, it was at a level where facing ordinary soldiers wasn't difficult.
Roan quickly moved this way and that and drove away the Rain Troop's soldiers.
At that moment.
Rust rushed towards him again while raising his hammer.
If he was an ordinary general, dodging or receiving him was normality.
But Rust batted away the soldier that flew towards him.
A scream filled with pain hit the ears.
Roan, with a slightly stiffen face, roared.
"You bastard don't have the qualification of a general!"
At those words, Rust snorted.
"A general is only judged based on his strength!"
The excellent general he imagined was a general whose strength was powerful.
Roan glared at the hammer that arced down like it would shatter his head.
'I can use it only once.'
It was one of the spell carved in the Brent's Ring.
'I'll use it now.'
Roan felt the mana inside his body and breathed in deeply.
Following the ring, the magic array flashed.
Suddenly, Roan's body disappeared as if washed away.
Rust widely opened his eyes and made a surprised expression.
The hammer powerfully struck the spot Roan was originally standing on.
Roan, who had disappeared, appeared at Rust's back.
Roan, just like that, turned and kicked his bottom.
At the powerful strike, Rust's body lightly floated up, then was slammed directly into the ground.
At the unexpected strike, Rust greatly panicked.
No, he tried to stare at Roan.
However, the thing he saw was only a red-tinted fist.
Roan's fist heavily struck Rust's face.
The nose collapsed and the all the teeth broke.
Roan did not falter and continued to throw his fist.
Rust, who tried to at least counter, soon lost his strength and drooped powerlessly.
"A general is only judged by his strength? Even so, it's the same that you don't have the qualification of a general."
It was a cold roar.
The final strike powerfully hit Rust's neck.
With a sound of blood boiling, his neck snapped to the left.
Roan lightly swung the fist dripping with blood, then stared at Rain Troop's soldiers.
Because of the deeply worn hood, the mood was much more dreary.
'It would be good if their spirits are snapped……'
He could end the battle.
"T, troop commander sir!"
The Rain Troop's soldiers shouted with faces flushed red.
Their spirits, at the death of their commander and a noble Rust, instead boiled up.
'It's a brave troop resembling its commander.'
Commonly, a troop that lost its commander would have its spirit snapped and scatter.
Rain Troop was the latter kind.
'It became quite a headache.'
From using the blink spell just now, he had spent quite a lot of mana.
It was a situation where he couldn't use the Travias Spear.
In the end, he could only use another weapon, but there was nothing amongst other things that fit in his hand.
"Let's avenge Sir Viscount!"
"Let's kill that bastard and commend troop commander's death!"
The Rain Troop's soldiers raised their weapons up high and shouted.
Roan slowly moved back and looked at Pichio.
"Pichio. While I block them, run away toward the back."
At those words, Pichio shook his head.
"No. I will also stay here, sir."
Roan creased his forehead.
"If it is because of me, there is nothing to worry. Since if it is me alone, I could easily escape."
It was the truth.
However, he couldn't do that if Pichio was here.
At those words, Pichio cheerily smiled and shook his head.
"I'm not worrying about my lord, sir. Right now, my feeling is very good."
He stared at the Rain Troop, no, the road beyond the Rain Troop.
"It's a feeling as if someone would appear."
As soon as his words finished.
From the front and the back, the sound of horn was heard.
< The Crimson Ghost > End.
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