Episode 20 : The King of the Frontier - Part 3

"Run!"

 A scream that sounded like a cult was heard, and without saying a word it was replaced by a moan and a scream of pain, and was lost among the other screams.

"Lotto--"

 Sheba rasps, striving to keep the chief's side.

"Let's just give up here and go away for now - I'll open a blood channel ...."

 Already, the main body of the Mongol army with torches in their hands is rushing to the rocky ground in a raging wave.

 At the entrance of the rocky place they put down their horses, and with torches in their left hands and swords in their right, they rushed among the rocks to the support of Asturias' troops.

 It was a dangerous posture that reduced his offensive power by half, but at the same time, the light illuminated the area as if morning light had fallen on the rocky ground, making it easier for him to spot Shem who was trying to escape and hide behind the rock, and Shem who was trying to run away in the darkness.

"This time, don't leave any of them behind... and take their heads off, every last one of them! All right!"

 Feldrick's screams pierce the darkness.

"Your Highness--"

 Vron, who had been guarding the duchess, laughed and said.

"A weak enemy not worth fighting, I'm afraid."

"Don't call it a fight."

 Amneris answered with a cruel smile on his beautiful face.

"This is nothing but a sweep of the beasts - a monkey hunt."

 You're right--

 As Amneris said, it could no longer be called a battle in any sense of the word.

 Shem and the others had finally lost all will to fight. Once they lost control of themselves, the half-apron pre-human race was unable to control themselves.

 Unaware of the efforts of the chiefs to hold them back, they run about screaming, clashing with each other and ducking behind their comrades to avoid the sharp points of their swords. Then, the blood of their cut-down comrades sprays them with a spray.

"Fight, fight!"

"Don't run!"

 The cries of the chiefs are drowned out by the screams.

"AIIAH!"

"Yeesh!"

 His feet crushed his fallen comrades as he tried to escape, and his hands stabbed at his stumbling comrades.

 The soldiers of Mongol, even laughing, raise their headgear and chase the ape-men away. The tips of their swords glittered in the light of the torches, and the same fire glittered on their faces, which were drunk with blood.

 Here and there there were acts of violence to the point of blindness. It was not enough for the soldiers of Mongol to cut down Shem, but they seized upon his unhappy sacrifice and used it as a springboard for their cruel games.

"I'm a hand."

"I'm a leg."

"All right, eyes!

 They swung their swords behind the fleeing Semites, shouting and screaming, and demanded to know whose blade would be the quickest to cut or gouge the said spot. When he seized the screaming ape-man, he struck him with a rock between his eyes, which were white and round with fear, and crushed his head to pieces without waving his sword.

"Captain Mars was burned alive!"

 There are those who rant and rave with red faces as if they've had a good drink.

"I'm gonna do the same to them!"

 Then he seized the Semites, poured vashya oil on their heads, set them on fire with the torch in his left hand, and fell about in a ball of fire, laughing aloud as they screamed.

"I wonder how many tars this guy will burn to death--"

"I bet one run on ten talons!"

"One orchid and one honey wine for every five talons!"

"Ten talons and one armor!"

 And they would chase each other with torches to see which of the Semites they could choose for the wager, and they would argue with each other, saying, "That one seems to burn better," or, "This one has better hair.

 There are those who are absorbed in the game of seeing how far they can cut off Shem's head without leaving a single layer of skin. When they saw the head that had been carelessly cut off, they clicked their tongues and threw it away carelessly as if it were a ball in a Yang game.

 Shem's appearance, his hairiness, and the fact that at first sight he looked more like a monkey than a man, made it easy for them to fall into the cruelty of the most cheerful. They gouged out Shem's eyes and plucked out his skin with the same ease with which they would have plucked out a dog or a cat. Some cut off his tail and gathered it up in a heap; others held the little ape-man down and laughed at him and used his limbs as combs; others took away his poisoned arrows and practiced with him their own weapons while he fled. --

 Everywhere, heads cut off from their bodies were lying with their eyes white, arms with their fingers cut off, faces with their skin peeled off, and eyes gouged out. The ground was slippery with brain plasma, internal organs, and the blood that flowed in rivers. A terrible, nose-disturbing odour rose up, such as even a slaughterhouse could not equal, and if the Mongols had not been so absorbed in their work, they would have been so excited by the smell of blood that they forgot their fear of the fire and crept on. Their blue eyes, their slobbering mouths, their swollen lips, could have been seen in the shadows of the rocks.

 Fortunately, there was more flesh and blood than all the wolves in the Dogtooth Mountain could consume. The wolves sprang out quickly and dragged the corpses and severed heads into the rocky shadows, and the sounds of chewing bones and slurping up the still warm blood could be heard from everywhere.

 It was truly the last day of the Semites. A living hell was unfolding there. The Mongol soldiers, drunk with blood and devoured by flesh, no longer seemed to have any discipline, restraint, or even reason.

"Oh--oh--oh!"

 No one paid any attention to Linda, who was wringing her hands, hugging Remus' shaking shoulders, and screaming like a mad woman.

 Linda had been pulled up by her ankles, tied to Remus, with no time to be sent backwards.

 Linda's eyes filled with tears and she choked back several gulps of vomit. Before her eyes, the little merry monkeys squeaked and squirmed as they were stabbed with swords, pinned down and skinned.

"Oh--what a--Janus, Janus, have mercy!"

 Linda was screaming like a mad woman, holding on tightly to her brother's crying body, as if Remus was the only thing that could bring her back to her senses.

"Oh--no, no, please, no! What have they done, what are their sins--what ... have they done?"

 The sight of Shem being cut down and slaughtered in cold blood is directly related to the bloody tragedy that was committed against the beautiful people of the Crystal City. In Linda's eyes, the four-colored armor of Mongol is a sign of the demons, and the Shem who are being slaughtered in agony are Linda's beloved relatives and people.

"Stop!"

 Linda groaned as she coughed up blood and buried her face in Remus' chest.

(Why is this allowed? - Why isn't God angry about this? Guin, why don't you come, Guin ...)

"Linda."

 She was so overcome with grief and despair that at first she did not notice the low, haunting voice. It was Remus who noticed it first.

"Linda."

 He said anxiously, poking his sister. Linda looked up and was frightened.

 A red knight is standing there, looking at them with an air of suspicion. Through his cheeks, his black eyes seem to be giving them a secret signal.

"Y--"

 Linda swallowed the rest of the words. Suddenly, a feeling of great relief and warmth came over her.

"I've been looking all over for you. They're just a bunch of pussies who need a little help."

 Istvan the Valakian chuckled and whispered, and gently drew his dagger to see that the soldiers around him were completely absorbed in the slaughter.

 As he hid himself behind the horse, he cut the rope that bound their legs to the horse. He caught their hands as they rushed to jump out.

"Don't panic. Gently walk from horse to rock, rock to rock, and get out of here while you cover yourself. while everyone else is occupied... okay? There's a sneak behind a rock on the other side. I told her to get the bear out. Get in and get out.

"Istvan, what about you?"

"You don't have to worry about me. I'll take care of it-- go on."

 Istvan, as expected, seemed to be embarrassed that he had escaped on his own, leaving the twins in Shem. When Linda tried to say something more, he stopped her and pointed at her.

"Don't get up. Crawl. The sun will be up soon. When the sun comes up, it's over."

"Wow--okay."

 It was a moment before Remus pulled Linda, who was still hesitant, to start moving.

"Wait . What are you doing? Why did you cut the twins' rope?"

 And behind them came a voice that made them wince!

 Istvan stiffened his whole body. And still more severely,

"You're the Red Knight, Astorias' squad? Tell me your name. Are you one of Paro's men?"

"No way. There's a reason I'm doing this."

 As he said this, Istvan twisted around and held out his long sword.

 He knew exactly what he was doing. He showed his cunning and leapt at him. The white knight's armor and the captain's great tasseled helmet. His face is lifted and his cheeks are firm... Feldric.

"Lascivious. I'm going to interrogate you in front of His Highness."

 Feldrick had the advantage in swordsmanship. He quickly feinted for Istvan's thrust, and at the same time, a blow aimed at his face from the right severed the knot of his helmet, and the helmet fell from Istvan's head, who had stepped on the tatara to avoid the thrust.

(--!

 In the split second it took for him to realize that he had been seen, Feldrick's sword was in Istvan's throat.

"Say it. Who the hell are you? Why did you let the Paro twins escape?"

 Istvan's eyes dart about, looking for a way out. Feldrick's face grows grim.

"If you don't tell me, I'm gonna stab you in the back!

 His arms tightened. Istvan, in desperation, turned his face away, turned pale, and gasped.

"Say it!"

 Feldrick pushed so hard that the tip of the blade dug into his throat--

 That's when!

"Oh--!"

 Suddenly, a wave that could not be called a shout, could not be called a roar, shook the area!

"--?"

 Feldrick stiffens with a shudder. Taking advantage of the moment, Istvan ducks backwards to escape the edge of the blade.

"Wait--"

 Feldrick tried to step in after him.

 With his feet in the air, he froze.

 My mouth was wide open. My eyes were wide open in astonishment at what I had seen, and I doubted myself and my reason.

"Na--"

 A faint, unconscious voice comes out of his mouth.

"What the hell was that?"

 It was also the cry that came out of the mouths of all the Mongol soldiers!

 Oh!

 Now, at last, the long night of bloodshed and slaughter is coming to an end.

 The lure which rises to the far side of Mt. Gutou without knowing the sour nose on the ground is beginning to illuminate the hellish picture with a gray and dull brightness.

 In the face of this great light, torches and other lamps became dull, black-smoking little fireflies.

 Illuminated by the morning light, the area around us was a wretched, miserable, sour, or inexplicable mess.

 Blood, fresh heads, organs, brain plasma--

 In the meantime, however, all living things, both Mongols and Shemites, generals and soldiers alike, were struck with the greatest terror of all, and seemed to have been transformed into the people of Canaan, who were turned to stone on the spot, alive, because they had seen the legendary witch Cyclobe.

 Every jaw has dropped and every eye is open in astonishment and disbelief. Of course, Linda and Remus, lying prostrate among the rocks, and even Amneris, straddling his horse, are all in disbelief.

"g..."

 I don't know who told you that.

 After how long--

 All of them, with their bloody swords in their hands, or about to strike the enemy, stood motionless, staring at it as if frozen, until at last a muffled and indistinct cry broke forth.

 No-- he was stuck.

"Guin..."

"Guin--"

"Guin!"

 Obviously, the first cry spread like a ripple, one after another.

 It's as if they were echoes, echoes that echo in the deep mountains and gradually increase in number.

"Guin!"

"Liard!"

"Liardot!"

 Sheba ran out in a flash.

 He didn't care that his eyes were becoming increasingly blinded by tears.

 Linda jumped up and started running. So did Remus.

"Guin!"

 A sobbing cry escapes its mouth.

"Guin--Oh, Guin, Guin!"

 It was as if the shout, and the cowering, running figure, had broken the curse of this frozen group and commanded them to live.

 As if to break through the horrible silence that had prevailed up to that point, a tremendous, ear-shattering disturbance broke out all at once.

"From where--wherever the hell, from where ..."

"What the hell was that? What the hell are those things?"

"Guin--"

"Leard! Leard!"

 The cries of Shem's survivors now became one loud cheer.

"Leard! Leard! Leard!"

 Where did it come from and how did it get here?

 Standing on the tallest rock of the Gutou Mountain, the leopard-headed, human-bodied warrior with his arms folded across his chest, as if he were an incarnation of the God of Destiny himself, who arrogantly controls the rise and fall of the earth, with his huge yellow and black beast face facing this sour-nosed battlefield.

 And on either side of them, there's a crowd of majestic giants, even bigger than Guin herself--

 Like the mighty armies of the gods led by the hero Silenus, these giants are as majestic and fearless as any, and even as they watch, their numbers increase from one to another. Like the soldiers of Valgoth, who sprang from the teeth of a dragon sown in the earth, they appear without a trace, and line up behind Guin.

 And they were enveloped in the morning sun, which came up from behind them, and it shone with the strange charm and beauty of the descent of a divine army. The pale hair of the giants, and the downy hairs that covered their whole bodies, were backlit by the rays of the sun, and became golden and clear, as if they themselves were emitting light.

 In their hands is a club, and round their loins is a belt of wolf-skin.

 Behind Guin, a giant, conspicuous even among the giants of the tribe, stood like Balbus guarding Silenos, his arms folded across his chest and his feet propped up. And beneath his narrow brow and frowning brow, his shining eyes seemed as if they were about to burst into fire and consume all.

"Ragon--!"

"Ragon--"

"Ragon!"

 The people now knew that they were witnessing a mysterious people who had been believed to exist only in legend.

 Guin's hand rose slowly. In his hand, he held something strange, a silvery object that shone brightly in the sun.

"Shem--"

 The Leopard's mouth snapped open. From there came a gut-wrenching roar that shook even the earth.

"Shem!"

"Shem!"

 And all the giants chanted. And the earth shook and rumbled.

 And with Guin in the lead, the giants rushed into the battlefield now, loosening the dodo ... and the dog-headed mountain!