The Third Son of a Medieval Knight Family Chapter 100 - Knight of Ascension (35)

The knight and warrior closed the distance in an instant.

Viktor swung his battle axe in a wide diagonal arc.

“…!”

However, Ibuti had already vanished from Viktor’s sight.

“Ignorant fool. You didn’t think I’d receive that head-on, did you!”

Flashy technique.

Demonstrating skills that reached the limits of what a human could do on horseback, Ibuti, who had once again occupied the rear position, sneered.

At the same time, a newly drawn spear was swung.

“…Hmph, quite cunning.”

However, Viktor, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, dodged the spear with animal-like movements, then lightly turned his horse’s head to face him again.

“Come to think of it, you were good at running away back then too.”

When Viktor muttered indifferently, Ibuti wore a savage smile at the corners of his mouth.

“And you’re still acting cocky, relying only on that strength! Now I can see it. Your technique is terrible. In other words, you’re just a brute with strength, hahaha!”

“A frightened dog barks loudly.”

“…You bastard!”

Ibuti charged in anger while inwardly completing his cold calculations.

‘If I clash weapons directly, I’ll be instantly defeated. It’s not a strength that can be deflected with technique.’

That knight wasn’t an opponent he could defeat by assuming he was human.

Ibuti was already approaching the battle with the same sense as when facing monsters of the steppes.

He skillfully tried to find openings.

Even if his opponent possessed tremendous strength, his techniques didn’t match up to that.

Then there had to be gaps.

‘If you’re truly not a monster, your flesh won’t be as hard as steel!’

Ibuti’s eyes gleamed.

He clearly saw the opening created when Viktor swung his axe wide.

“Now die!”

The spear thrust at high speed pierced through the momentary gap and impaled Viktor’s body.

It was the result of amazing concentration, not missing the tiny gap between pieces of solid armor.

Stab!

“…Gah!”

A groan escaped Viktor’s mouth for the first time.

Ibuti twisted the spear shaft to tear at the wound while bursting into laughter filled with ecstasy.

“Hahahaha! Viktor, you arrogant bastard! No matter how much you fly and crawl, you forgot you’re just human! This is only the beginning. Die writhing in pain!”

Crack!

“…!”

Ibuti was startled.

Viktor was looking at him as if nothing had happened while gripping the spear shaft.

The moment he felt goosebumps, he tried to pull out the spear with all his strength, but as if it were stuck in rock, the spear wouldn’t budge.

“I told you. A frightened dog barks loudly. Unfortunately, your skill doesn’t match that mouth of yours.”

“Gh, grrr…!”

Seeing him show no sign of pain even though the spear blade should have properly torn his shoulder, the flustered Ibuti finally lost his spear.

Viktor pulled out the spear as it was.

Blood spurted and his shoulder was stained dark red, but his face showed no concern.

“Shit!”

Ibuti hurriedly tried to draw another weapon, but this time Viktor was a step faster.

“Aaaaagh!”

The axe swung in an instant severed his horse’s head.

Spurrrrt-!

Blood fountained from the cleanly severed head with no time to react, and losing his balance, Ibuti fell along with his horse.

“Let’s see how well you can fight from under a horse.”

“Don’t mess with me! I am Ibuti, the great war chief of the Grand Chief!”

Despite being dazed from the shock of falling from his horse, Ibuti quickly rolled out from under the dead horse’s corpse while aiming a bow he had somehow drawn.

Swish! Ping!

An arrow flew at high speed with the instantly released bowstring, but Viktor lightly swung his axe to deflect it and then spurred his horse forward.

“Grrgh…!”

Podaga reared up, raising his front hooves high to crush Ibuti’s head, but he rolled with his agile body and barely avoided the attack.

Looking down at Ibuti, who was rolling on the ground covered in dust, Viktor opened his mouth.

“Did you say I lacked technique?”

Viktor raised his axe toward Ibuti, who was breathing roughly without the presence of mind to answer while glaring at him.

“That’s not wrong. To be precise.”

When Viktor’s axe swung at terrifying speed, Ibuti tried to roll again to dodge, but he was soon horrified.

‘What, what’s this fast…!’

The axe strikes, accelerating even faster as if everything until now had been a joke, were beyond his imagination in speed.

‘Too late…’

Spurt!

“Gaaaaaaah!”

Ibuti’s body movements weren’t ordinarily agile either, but Viktor’s axe work was beyond that.

The axe he couldn’t completely dodge not only slashed his ankle but completely burst open one leg.

“Gaaaagh, shit!! You, you crazy…!”

Clutching the leg that had vanished as if struck by a monster, Ibuti screamed.

“I don’t particularly need technique.”

He looked up at Viktor, who stood calmly before him, with a face covered in tears and saliva that had flowed down unconsciously.

“You son of a bitch…the Grand Chief will…kill you…”

Looking indifferently at the dying Ibuti bleeding out, Viktor raised his axe again.

“Heh, hehe…Viktor…you arrogant…”

Thunk!

His head burst open just like that.

Viktor stood silently for a moment looking at Ibuti’s corpse, then soon drew a javelin from his thigh.

“Your spear hurt quite a bit, Ibuti. It was a good lesson.”

He decided to remember the words of the warrior who had fought valiantly and well but died futilely in the end.

If he acted arrogantly just because he was strong, someday he might end up in that state.

No matter how excellent one’s strength, no matter what tremendous skills one possessed, humans died when struck by blades.

No matter how excellent a warrior, death was equal to all.

‘I should find a good teacher when I get the chance… Sir Mikhail would have decent connections.’

Viktor used the spear to lift up Ibuti’s half-split head.

He felt throbbing pain from his shoulder, but it was still bearable.

The moment the spear blade struck, he had tensed his muscles to bend between pieces of armor and prevent deep penetration, so he hadn’t suffered a serious wound.

He raised the spear with Ibuti’s head high.

Then he spurred his horse while shouting with all his might.

“The enemy commander is dead! Your leader Ibuti has been dealt with by I, Viktor Kobarov!”

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The tide of battle was changing greatly.

Even after Ibuti died, the barbarians resisted fiercely for some time.

Not for any other reason, but simply because they didn’t know their leader had died.

The fierce melee could only end after Viktor shouted until his throat was raw, going around slashing enemies until his entire body was covered in grease and blood.

The surviving warriors surrendered.

There was persuasion from warriors who had now become Viktor’s complete followers, but equally, the terror that the being called Viktor inspired in them was tremendous.

And while Viktor, gleaming with blood and grease that wouldn’t wash off no matter how much he wiped, was making the surrendered warriors’ legs go weak, a fierce battle was still raging in the rear.

“Pl-please…gaaaah!”

“Don’t get involved! Maintain formation!”

“Mom…mom…”

“Captain! Behind! Behind…gack!”

Clear disadvantage.

After beheading a charging warrior, Lukovich looked around with confused eyes.

The vanguard was being pushed back.

The left wing, which had initially been under Krupin’s command, had collapsed long ago.

Unable to bear watching, the center had come out in support, practically leading almost all forces, but the situation hadn’t reversed.

“Demon-like bastards…”

Lukovich clicked his tongue and moved his body again.

Those guys were truly detestably tenacious.

Even when their bodies were slashed, even when pierced by arrows, even when burned with fire.

There were few who wouldn’t feel terror seeing those who slashed down allies with expressionless faces without a single eyebrow twitching.

On top of that, their eyes glittered with pleasure from slaughter, making them truly horrifying beings.

“Alisa! Do something about these bastards quickly!”

Lukovich shouted loudly.

He too had accumulated experience rolling around in the vanguard.

Usually, most of the strange and bizarre things that happened in this land were likely the work of witches.

‘Or monster bastards.’

As the image of the Rock Demon Serpent flickered, Lukovich swallowed unnecessarily.

At the same time, the image of a certain knight rising in his mind made him steel his resolve.

He would certainly be fighting most fiercely, having entrusted the rear to them.

‘Not to shame that name…!’

It was when Lukovich was renewing his resolve.

Alisa, who had been receiving protection from mercenaries nearby, beat her chest in frustration.

“No good! Their minds have been broken for too long! Even if the Great Witch came instead of me, she couldn’t fix this!”

“What bullshit! Who asked you to restore those bastards to normal? Just blow them away with the sorcery you use often!”

“Hey, do you think that’s easy? And if I’m careless, our allies might also be affected…gaaah!”

“Alisa!”

The young witch screamed and collapsed under a barrage of arrows that flew from somewhere.

The mercenaries protecting her also instantly became pincushions.

“Alisa! Hey, are you okay?!”

“Ugh…”

“Wait just a moment! I’m coming!”

“Where do you think you’re going.”

“…?!”

Lukovich whirled his head around.

At the same time, he felt the world spinning.

“…Haaaack!”

His breath was completely cut off and he couldn’t say anything.

The ringing in his ears was loud.

Something seemed to be murmuring, but all those sounds crumbled near his ears and couldn’t form complete shapes.

“…Ugh!”

Finally unable to endure the severe dizziness, Lukovich vomited while throwing off his helmet.

After throwing up what was inside, Lukovich could finally grasp the situation.

His vision was still dizzy, but blood was seeping from the hands clutching his head.

“Quite sturdy.”

“Grrgh…shit…”

A crushed helmet and a mace glowing with hideous colors in the hands of the approaching man.

He had definitely been properly struck in the head from behind.

Fortunately, perhaps because the helmet was solid, he hadn’t lost his life, but literally that was all.

Lukovich counted himself lucky for not losing consciousness and raised his sword while struggling to his feet.

He felt like he might lose consciousness at any moment, but if that happened, his future would be nothing but death.

‘…I must protect.’

Moreover, if he fell, Alisa would obviously meet the same fate.

And that was something that absolutely must not happen.

‘Alisa’s sorcery…can change the course of battle…must absolutely…protect…’

He looked ahead with tears welling in his eyes.

With his body not in proper condition—no, honestly speaking, even if his condition had been at its best, it was an overwhelmingly imposing figure he didn’t know if he could defeat.

“Hehe, yes. Keep charging.”

An eerie voice.

A massive frame that seemed twice his size and curved horns that twisted upward.

Someone who resembled yet didn’t resemble someone twisted his mouth into a crooked smile.

“You’ll serve as entertainment until that Tumen bastard shows up.”

“Grrr…”

Lukovich looked around, but nowhere could he see anyone with the leisure to help.

Far in the distance, Krupin’s armor seemed to flicker, but he was surrounded by multiple enemies and soon disappeared from view.

The horned man burst into sadistic laughter.

“Kehe…are you looking for reinforcements? I don’t see anyone with the leisure to help you.”

“…”

“How about this? First throw down your weapon and kneel. Then prostrate yourself and beg, ‘Great Lord Vashi, please spare me.’ Who knows? I might change my mind.”

Even while saying that, cruel light glittered in the man’s eyes.

Anyone could see he clearly intended to toy with him.

Lukovich spat on the ground.

“Fuck off…!”

“…Hehehe! Insolent bastard!”

He could feel the man’s massive frame charging, but Lukovich was at his limit just standing.

‘Ah…why did I do that?’

If it had been during his days as a traveling merchant or when he was a slave, he would have immediately prostrated himself.

No, he wouldn’t have even thought of coming to such a battlefield in the first place.

He was aware he had done something he would never have done before, but strangely, Lukovich was calm.

It would be an absolute lie to say he wasn’t afraid of the man charging at him, but what he feared more than that was a certain knight’s disappointed face.

‘Lord Viktor…!’

Lukovich couldn’t bear to watch the mace flying toward his face to the end and squeezed his eyes shut.

And.

“Grrgh, which bastard…!”

Instead of the expected pain, as the man’s curses flowed out, Lukovich cautiously opened his eyes.

Piercing through leather armor that was relatively thin compared to his heavy body, a javelin was embedded in the man’s forearm.

‘That spear…could it be?!’

Lukovich turned his head with an expectant face.

“L-Lord Viktor…!”

A man was roughly spurring his horse while aiming another javelin.

“Lukovich! Are you safe!”

“…Eh.”

Looking at Tumen charging with an angry face, Lukovich muttered with a strangely deflated expression.

“I’m grateful, but…why are you coming from there?”