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Episode 569: Would you like to play with me for a bit? (2)

Giselle gave Jerome a separate mission.

- They must have detached some troops and are waiting. Find them somehow and slow down their movements.

And that was something Jerome could do better than anyone else.

This is because he can see farther than anyone else with his vision expansion magic, and he can hit and run away using his teleportation magic.

Jerome moved without stopping to the predicted location that Giselle had told him. It was quite a distance away, but he had to find the enemies as quickly as possible.

"I found it. It really exists."

After several days of traveling, Jerome finally found the Artrode Army.

There were only a few areas where the Artrode Army could be stationed. They were hiding for now, but they would eventually have to spread out in all directions.

I was able to find it faster than I thought because Jiselle pointed that part out.

"I said that at least two places should be tied to the ankle."

We need to cause some chaos here and quickly find the other legions.

Finding other legions won't be difficult now, since we've seen the direction the messengers are moving.

In fact, Jerome didn't really know what strategic significance this had. Giselle took care of that.

All you have to do is do your best at the task assigned to you.

"Ugh!"

As his vision expanded, the enemy corps came into view. At the very rear was what appeared to be a commander.

Jiing―!

The space shook and engulfed Jerome's body. Soon, he was instantly in front of Count Biffenveld.

Kwaaaaang!

As soon as Jerome moved, he unleashed his magical power, but it was blocked. It couldn't have been that easy.

In particular, the aura of the old man blocking his way seemed stronger than that of anyone he had ever met.

Troops surged in from all directions and a magic field was unleashed. Now Jerome could no longer fully exert his power.

But that's okay. I didn't plan on making a life-or-death decision here.

Jiing―!

Mana blades shot out from his two hands.

Jerome chuckled.

"I'm just going to go play for a bit."

Paaang!

Jerome quickly moved to the side and cut off the head of the wizard who was deploying a magic field.

At the same time, priests gathered around Jerome.

"this guy!"

Kaang!

Jerome fell back, blocking the priests' attacks. He had no intention of seriously fighting the superhumans right now.

Kagagak!

"Eww!"

Rather, he focused his energy solely on killing knights, wizards, and soldiers.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It would be nice to use area magic, but it wasn't easy. Right before the magic power was released, the opposing magicians were using all their might to dispel the spell.

'There's a 6th circle wizard. There are quite a few high level wizards too.'

If you want to force the magic to be cast, you can do so, but in this state, the power will be significantly weakened compared to the amount of magic power consumed.

So Jerome channeled his magical power only within his own body. It was not expressed outwardly, so it was hardly interfered with.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Jerome is also excellent in martial arts. His mana blade indiscriminately cuts down those nearby.

The ranks of the assembled troops were destroyed in an instant because they moved so quickly, and casualties increased.

"Everyone stand back! Get out of the way!"

The priests who knew Jerome's intentions surrounded him in an instant. A superman must be dealt with as a superman.

You could weaken them by using a large force, but doing so in the heat of battle was madness.

"Tch."

Jerome had no choice but to mingle with the priests as the response was faster than expected.

Kaka kaka kang!

Gatros's face hardened as he saw Jerome not being pushed back even while fighting six priests.

'That guy... ... .'

Even though the magic field was spread out, he was still displaying superhuman strength. Even if the magician's power on this side was not at its full potential, wasn't it amazing?

I had heard that the enemy had held off Helgenik's undead army for quite some time. However, since he was a wizard and could attack from a wide area, I thought he would have held out.

But who knew he had such outstanding skills?

The martial arts skills that were not typical of wizards were also a problem. The priests had relatively poor combat skills, so the siege was broken through several times.

Kwaaaaang!

Jerome would escape every time that happened and reduce the power of the surrounding magicians and knights. Not to mention the soldiers.

Every time a wizard dies, the magic field weakens. As a result, Jerome's Mana Blade becomes more and more powerful.

Gatros couldn't stand to watch any longer.

"He was no ordinary guy!"

At this level, her fighting power was on par with that of the Saint of Battle. No, in terms of being difficult, she could be said to be one level above the Saint.

"Get out of the way!"

Kwaaaaang!

Gatros himself went out and swung his hand at Jerome. Jerome could not ignore the attack and raised his arm to block it.

Kuuung!

The energy of the two people collided and spread out widely.

Gatros showed his teeth and shouted.

"Priests, surround this guy widely!"

The strategy was for Gatros to directly confront Jerome and have the priests protect their allies.

Only then did Jerome whet his appetite.

"You moved faster than I thought. I wanted to inflict more damage."

"Don't mess with me. You'll die here."

Kuung!

A black aura emanated from Gatros' entire body. It was difficult for Jerome, who was under the oppression of the magic field, to deal with it.

"Should we try a little more?"

Jerome smirked and swung his mana blade.

Kaang!

Gatros lightly blocked it with his hand. The two began to fight, moving at incredible speed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was so fast that it was invisible to the eye. So fast that the surrounding troops had to retreat further to avoid the aftermath of the collision.

The priests around them also showed their energy whenever they had the chance.

In this state, it would be difficult for anyone to stand a chance. If Jerome delayed even a little longer, he would certainly die.

Jerome, who had estimated his remaining magical power, thought that he should slowly get out.

'It's dangerous to use more magic power here.'

I could have fought more, but that would have been pointless. It would have been the same as just going at it alone, like Giselle had said.

Jerome focused his magic power on one point.

The magic field spreads out wide to catch you. You have to sharply pierce through it and use the gap to escape.

'Hehehe, I've been practicing something new lately.'

The work done in a mobile workshop was incredibly effective.

It helped me develop the ability to concentrate without losing focus for even a moment and the patience to repeat the same task without stopping.

'That's when I realized why Alpoy's magical power management skills were so outstanding.'

It felt like I was practicing repeatedly in a place where time had stopped.

Now it was time to show the effects of the training.

Jerome broke through the gap in the magic field with more amazing concentration than ever before.

"Blink."

Paaak!

The magical power was rearranged through the gap, giving Jerome the coordinates to move to.

Jerome's body, which was fighting Gatros, blurred and moved through space.

Jerome, who thought he had made up the distance in an instant, laughed heartily and shouted.

"Everyone! I'm going now. See you next time!"

If you blink like this a few times, you will be able to escape the range of the magic field. Then, you can fold space completely and move away.

however.

"ok?"

Gatros was a few steps ahead. The priests and troops were still surrounding the area.

It didn't go as far as I thought. It didn't completely fail, but it meant that the magic wasn't properly distributed.

So it is placed in the closest and safest place.

Jerome scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Hahaha, wow, you guys are amazing."

The magic field is denser and stronger than expected. The 6th circle magicians and magicians of the Artrode Army were eventually able to block Jerome's magic.

"… … ."

Gatros tilted his head and glared at Jerome. Every time I fought the Lutanian army, I felt that there were a lot of strange guys.

I lost to those guys and had to run away.

My heart started to boil again.

"Kill him."

The priests rushed at Gator's angry command again. Gator also moved, breathing out murderous intent.

"Arai!"

Jerome immediately gave up blinking and ran. He had to somehow get out of the range of the magic field.

"Get out of the way!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Jerome ran hard again, striking the surrounding troops. He had planned to run away, but Gator's skills were too great.

"this guy!"

"Huh!"

Kwaaang!

Jerome had no choice but to turn around when Gator attacked him from behind.

The two men met again. Gatorus tried to kill his opponent as quickly as possible, while Jerome continued to retreat.

I didn't forget to use Blink every now and then to gain some distance, even though I could only move a very short distance.

Still, it worked, because it distanced itself from the opposing camp.

But if you keep fighting like this, it won't be easy to escape. If you lose your strength, the result will be obvious.

I had to somehow get out of the magic field's range.

It was Count Biffenveld's cry that saved Jerome.

"Just come back!"

Count Biffenbelt knew his opponent's true intentions. Right now, his opponent was trying to buy time by harming them in some way.

It also meant that the strategy he thought was right.

We need to leave those little things alone and move a little faster.

Gatros and the priests stopped at Count Biffenveld's shout. Taking advantage of the gap, Jerome escaped the battlefield at incredible speed.

"Tsk."

Gatros clicked his tongue. His opponent's skill was too great for him to kill him in one breath.

That guy's going to be a pain in the ass for a long time, so wouldn't it be better to kill him here?

I had that thought, but it was too late. While I was worrying, the enemy ran away.

Count Bipenvelt spoke to the uneasy Gator.

"They will keep trying to hold us back, but it is a trivial trick. That means the other party is also anxious. We have to move quickly, no matter what."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

I left the war to Count Biffenveld. It is regrettable, but it is right to follow his words.

Thanks to that, the operation went smoothly and there was no damage to the Allied forces.

Even after Jerome disappeared, the 1st Corps was unable to move immediately and had to reorganize, as there were quite a few dead.

In particular, the death of several magicians was a painful loss, because in the current situation where power was divided, magical power was essential to occupy the stronghold.

Count Biffenveldt did not hide his cold expression.

'Duke Fenris, I see you expected this to some extent. But you will not be able to respond in time. The other legions have already departed.'

Rather, it was just to let Count Biffenveld know that he was getting impatient. Now it would really be a battle of wits to see who could move faster.

"Let's go! Move at full speed!"

The 1st Corps, having completed a brief refit, began to run like a gale.

* * *

Count Zyrus, commander of the 4th Legion of the Arthrod Army, knew that the time had finally come.

"Yes, the 1st Corps has moved."

"Yes, Commander, you can take charge of one side with the 2nd Corps."

Count Zyrus nodded at the messenger's words.

He doesn't know if the Duke of Fenris or the Prince of Turian is on his way.

But there's definitely one of them. Just kill him as soon as you find him.

It would obviously be impossible for him to do it alone. No matter how strong the force on this side was, the Duke of Fenris and the Prince of Turian were both incredibly strong.

But with the 2nd Corps, it's a different story.

The one leading the 2nd Corps was none other than the 'Noble Knight' Aidan, one of the strongest men in this area.

If you add two legions to that, there will be eight priests. At this level, it will be difficult to lose even if you want to.

"Speed is important. I understand. I will leave first, so tell the 2nd Corps to follow quickly."

"All right."

In mobile warfare, simply moving fast is meaningless, because it is not a running race.

More importantly, it was important to achieve strategic objectives before the enemy could prepare.

It was of utmost importance to intercept the Duke of Fenris or the Prince of Turian before they could join the other legions.

"Let's go! From now on, we'll move at full speed without stopping!"

The 4th Corps had been waiting to move according to the situation. Naturally, they were all so full of energy that they seemed ready to explode.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo!

The 4th Corps, consisting entirely of cavalry, galloped forward. The 2nd Corps would follow suit without delay.

As they ran confidently, they saw a cloud of dust in the distance. A group of soldiers was running toward them.

"Huh? What is it?"

Count Zyrus tilted his head. There was no army coming from the direction they were going.

The 2nd Corps was in their rear area. No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't figure out what kind of army that was.

"Everyone stop!"

Count Zyrus decided to pause for a moment and observe the situation, wondering if they might be a legion fighting in another region.

Count Zyrus frowned as he noticed the approaching army.

It's too fast. Aren't you running like crazy without even thinking about slowing down?

Count Zyrus' eyes began to grow wider as he examined his opponent more closely.

"I, that army… … ."

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo!

They were all heavily armed cavalrymen. Despite not being lightly equipped, they were moving at incredible speed.

There was only one army on this continent with such ridiculous equipment.

"Lu, Rutania Army?"

Among them, only the most powerful Fenris Mobile Force could wear such equipment and achieve such speed.

There was one more reason why he was confident.

Heeeeeeeeeing!

A fierce black horse in the lead, and the one riding on it with shining red eyes.

"The Duke of Fenris!"

This is ridiculous. Why would the Duke of Fenris suddenly show up here?

Something was wrong. The Duke of Fenris should have been chasing them somewhere else, not here.

"I'm ready for battle! I'm ready for battle!"

Count Zyrus shouted loudly and hurriedly retreated behind the camp, as it seemed as if a clash was imminent.

Paaaaak!

A strong red light rose from the window that Jiselle was in. At the same time, the Black King was also enveloped in red light and began to move faster and faster.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo!

Before we knew it, Jiselle had left the mobile force far behind and was running alone.

The Artrode Army was taken aback by the sudden encounter with the enemy.

Although they were also cavalrymen, they had already stopped walking. On the other hand, Jiselle and the mobile force were running at an even faster pace.

Count Zyrus shouted in horror.

"Stop it!"

Soon, four priests jumped out from the Artrode Army.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

Jiselle, who had turned red, dug into the formation of the Artrode Army.