I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain-Chapter 61 (2)

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Thinking that, Ian stood atop the partition and charged at the man trying to stick his leg into the carriage from the opposite side.

This damn!

The frantic man tried to block Ians sword and staggered, barely leaping onto the saddle of his horse running alongside the carriage.

Ian sent another surge of the marshs resentment towards him.

The resentment drained a bit more blood than before as it moved towards the man.

Be careful! Luci screamed then.

The man who had boarded the rear of the carriage was attacking Ian from behind.

Ppeoreng-

Magic?!

Flames spurted from the mans face.

It was a spark too faint to be called an explosion, but enough to momentarily stun him.

And,

Kwajik-!

Enough time for Ian to swing his sword.

The mercenary with half his head sliced off fell backwards like a log.

The wench is a mage!

The brat is using magic! Everyone be careful!

The mercenaries shouts continued.

Ian turned to look at the frozen Luci with an outstretched hand and smiled.

It was as the mercenaries had shouted.

The flames just now were her doing.

Having recovered from her surprise, Luci nodded back at him.

This damned Miguels lament followed.

Two mercenaries had somehow managed to keep up alongside, thrusting their spears toward the horses.

It was right after that the magic stones on the barding flickered.

Poohwak-!

The ensuing magic was the familiar defensive barrier spell.

The raging barrier.

Ueok?!

The mercenaries lost their balance in the moment of confusion, and two bolts consecutively pierced their shoulders and chests.

Followed by their screams.

Lou Sola Shibural!

Miguel reloaded the crossbow with trembling hands.

!

Seeing that, Ian turned towards the side of the carriage again and leapt.

The mercenaries who had started to board the carriage were literally throwing themselves on to try and climb up.

It was in part due to the prideful feud between the mercenary bands, but Ian didnt even think that far.

He simply moved his body like a madman, beating back those clinging on and sending bursts of the marshs resentment when its cooldown was up.

The exterior of the carriage was instantly stained red.

The approaching mercenaries were seized by fear.

Ians movements were becoming less flashy or refined and more crude and rough over time, but

That was precisely why they inspired a more primal dread.

His ferocity is really something

The rumors were wrong. He should be called a Berserker at that level.

The guards escorting Libra on the upper deck sigh in admiration.

Haa haa

Ians eyes remained calm.

Even as he appeared to be fighting solely by instinct, he was steadily sowing seeds of chaos.

Wh-What? Why are you glaring at me?!

And finally, those seeds began to sprout.

Uu, uwaaaaaak-!

Some with bloodshot eyes let out guttural screams and swung their weapons at fellow mercenaries.

It was the curse from the marshs resentment manifesting, but the mercenaries had no way to know.

With Hirams and Naslans men intermingled, the situation quickly descended into utter chaos.

I fucking knew youd pull something like this! Goddamn cowardly bastards hitting from behind!

Sparks flew from Ubes eyes.

Naslans men were no different.

Whos talking! It was Hirams men hitting from behind! They killed John!

The in-fighting among the mercenaries began.

Already fired up from the deaths of comrades and skirmishes, they showed no restraint in attacking each other.

But, what is even this Confusion spread across Miguels face.

It was then that Ian shouted from the carriage.

Speed up! Right now!

Ah, got it!

Miguel whipped the reins.

The horses bolted as if in a frenzy.

The magic stones embedded in the barding flickered.

In an instant, the carriage put distance between itself and the mercenary throngs.

When we get to the Empire, Ill have to buy the best barding first, Ian muttered as he climbed up to the drivers bench.

The Hiram cavalry blocking the path ahead drew closer.

Their faces etched with bewilderment.

They too frantically whipped their reins, but could not match the magic-aided warhorses.

Gripping his sword, Ian lowered his stance as if about to leap forth at any moment.

Hiiik!

The cavalrymen glimpsing the carriages front and rear held their breath.

They had locked eyes with the bloodsoaked, sword-gripping Ian.

There was not a single one among them who had not witnessed his feats of leaping between the horse and carriage.

Uaaah-!

The cavalrymen screamed and scattered left and right sooner than Ian could pounce.

The carriage overtook them.

I, I see it!

Finally, Miguels eyes widened.

With those blocking their path gone, the distant river stretching out came into view.

So engrossed in the bloody battle, he had not even realized they had left the valley.

Keep going. This is only the beginning, Ians voice remained level as he caught his breath.

Miguel, whose face was flushed, looked up at him.

Ian, who had one foot propped on the luggage compartment as he gazed behind them, eventually added,

Theyre coming.

Beyond the Hiram cavalry,

The black cavalry was charging.

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