The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld-Chapter 268

[Translator - Pot ]

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Chapter 268: No One Could Scold Him

Behind the massive Lindela River and facing the vast plains ahead stood Marquis Belorok's castle.

A bloody siege was currently taking place here.

"Attack! We'll be dining inside the castle tonight!"

"Push them back! Turn all these Pergrin country bumpkins into fish food for the Lindela River!"

Atop the high, thick castle walls, defenders in mismatched uniforms were raining down arrows, javelins, magic, and sword energy to repel the besiegers.

"The mercenaries are skilled but cautious about their lives, while the existing troops are bold but get excited and tire easily."

I said, watching the battle situation from the rear of the main camp.

"The underworld swordsmen are hard to control because they do as they please, but individually they often stand out the most in terms of combat power," Siena added to my observation.

"That's what a hastily assembled coalition army looks like," I chuckled.

In truth, such chaos seemed rather organized to me, given my experience earning my keep with a blade in the underworld, but from the perspective of someone accustomed to Grunewald's military discipline, it did appear quite sloppy.

"However, the wind direction isn't favorable. It's advantageous for the defenders."

Rudgarda pointed to the flag fluttering on the watchtower.

"Yes, due to the unique terrain here, the wind always blows outward from the castle. It was built with that calculation in mind."

Kailan explained.

"Marquis Belorok has taken full advantage of that to push us back, which personally makes my stomach churn."

I calmed Kailan down.

"The castle will soon return to your hands, so it's best not to dwell on it too deeply."

Taking a deep breath at my words, Kailan replied.

"You're right. Now isn't the time for sentimentality."

"That's what I'm saying."

"Besides, things like wind are useless before overwhelming force."

"Exactly. Just fire something hundreds of times heavier than arrows."

Kailan raised his command baton and issued orders to his officers.

"Begin the stone throwing!"

The commander's order spread efficiently to the far end of the battlefield.

"Begin stone throwing!"

Boulders launched from massive trebuchets pounded the castle gates, fell on the defenders' heads, or sailed over into the castle grounds.

Crash!

Bang!

More than half were weakened by magic fired by the enemy or sword strikes from skilled fighters, but...

Thud!

Crash!

Every time the rocks hit their targets at a rate of three or four out of ten shots, the sounds of flesh scattering and walls crumbling could be heard everywhere.

"Adjust coordinates and fire again!"

A second barrage began.

"Mages, squeeze out every ounce of strength you had at your mother's breast to defend!"

"Don't spare your sword energy, let it fly!"

"Tower 3 hit! Casualties are mounting!"

"Aaaah! My leg, my leg!"

As chaos erupted in the enemy ranks from the overwhelming firepower, Kailan shouted.

"Siege tower, advance!"

The massive siege tower moved forward, enduring the incoming arrows and magic.

"The moment the siege tower's ladder reaches the castle wall..." I said.

"It'll be time for a rampage."

Siena emanated a subtle fighting spirit.

"I'll give the Marquis a chill down his spine."

I nodded.

"While we're at it, I hope those so-called Four Heavenly Kings or whatever show up. I'd like to beat them down and establish some discipline."

"The name 'Four Heavenly Kings' definitely needs some correction."

Siena smiled slightly.

"But they won't sortie immediately. I heard they've hired many skilled fighters with money. Let's see if victory can be bought with gold."

"Not a chance."

I snorted.

"Oh, speaking of which."

I remembered I'd forgotten to express my gratitude.

"The elixir you gave me before was quite effective. Thanks to it, I received great help advancing from mid-6th tier to late 6th tier."

"......"

Siena sighed.

"Maybe I should have given you something less effective."

Rudgarda chimed in.

"That's what I'm saying."

Even if it's unlucky, what can be done? Can I help being a genius?

"The siege tower has placed its ladder!"

"Already? That's fast."

"It's the section that received concentrated bombardment."

Naturally, it was also the result of pre-planned concentrated fire.

"Well then."

Siena and I stepped forward.

"Now's the time."

"I'll go raise hell and return."

The situation where firepower had disrupted the enemy formation was the perfect opportunity for Siena and me to charge in and cause massive damage.

"Jeffrey, grit your teeth and follow."

"Finally, it begins."

Jeffrey smiled with an enthusiastic expression.

"Let's go."

Leading my personal guard behind me, I spurred my horse and charged toward the enemy lines.

Clip-clop! Clip-clop! Clip-clop!

The destination was the entrance to the siege tower.

However, when climbing that long tower, we would face fierce resistance on the enemy's castle walls.

'Good, gather together and prepare yourselves while you're at it.'

Perfect for taking them all out at once.

***

Red Wolf Crescent Moon

Whoooosh!

Allenvert swept away the enemy soldiers who had been waiting in formation before the ladder with his sword technique.

"Wow, they fly well."

Since they were gathered in formation, sweeping them away with the slow but heavy two-handed sword was the best choice.

"Weak and sluggish targets."

Allenvert enhanced his strength and speed with the Light Star, infusing the first stage power of the Ink Soul Sacred Shadow Technique to cut down enemy soldiers.

Not a single one could withstand even one sword strike from horseback, so the castle walls instantly became a scene of carnage.

"Don't fall behind!"

When Allenvert cleared the path first, Jeffrey and the other personal guard members supported the rear while tearing the enemy's breach even wider.

"Stop them! It's the 4th Young Master of Grunewald!"

"Who just spouted that nonsense? I'll kill you first."

"!!!"

It was a cavalry charge of nearly 100 riders, each boasting skills above that of regular knights.

For the defending army that had been focused solely on blocking enemy soldiers climbing from below, it was like being stabbed in their soft flank.

"Damn, that young punk is slaughtering our forces!"

"Who will defeat Grunewald's 4th Young master and raise their martial reputation?"

"I'll step forward, so don't interfere."

"Ridiculous, you're the one who should stay put."

The underworld strongmen hired by Belorok, retainers who had been eating free meals, and wandering swordsmen who lived by the blade stepped forward.

"Oh, a joint attack?"

Allenvert chuckled as Jeffrey, Taris, and Kaimak positioned themselves beside him for support.

Slash!

Crescent-shaped sword energy took the heads of three swordsmen who had overestimated their abilities.

"Please take care of the horse!"

"Leave it to me!"

Allenvert, who had converted from knight to swordsman, leaped toward the dogs who dared challenge a lion.

"Stand back."

A massive two-handed sword, curved scimitar, short single-handed sword, axe and mace, and halberd all flew toward him simultaneously.

Swish, swish swish, swish swish.

Without even drawing his sword, Allenvert passed through the shower of blades using the mysteries of the Scarlet Cloud Ghost Path.

"?!"

"This crazy..."

Lightly swung quick sword and soft sword techniques dropped the heads of the three slowest giants.

"Move aside."

Whoosh!!

A burst of energy scattered the lightest enemies like paper.

'Shadow Flowing Phantom Sword.'

Another burst of sword energy cut spear shafts and wrists, pierced hearts and severed necks and shoulders, creating fountains of blood.

'...How futile.'

The martial arts that each had painstakingly refined were nothing but meaningless gestures before the current Allenvert.

"I won't kill those who flee."

"Bullshit!"

Using sword techniques adapted from Valkenhain and the Special Operations Division's methods, Allenvert crushed all resistance and severed the head of an enemy who had shown meaningless bravado, throwing it down.

Sometimes cruelty and ruthlessness were necessary to intimidate enemies.

"Ov-overwhelming martial prowess."

Seeing the soldiers' agitation at this sight, officers shouted.

"Those below 5th tier don't even try! A 6th tier expert must step forward!"

Then a lone swordsman stepped forward with a reluctant expression.

"4th Young master. I am Modem, the Black Death Sword. I challenge you fair and square."

It was Modem, known by the alias Black Death Sword, a strongman and one-man army counted among the best in the underworld of the Belorok region.

"Wow! Black Death Sword!"

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The crowd stirred and cheered.

Allenvert confirmed that this man was indeed a rare big shot, but...

'At best, he's around Houten's level.'

This genius had long since passed the stage of playing around with swordsmen of the Black Death Sword or White Death Sword level.

"Try challenging me."

As he arrogantly beckoned with his finger, Modem immediately exploded with killing intent and aimed for Allenvert's neck with a deadly sword strike.

"Slow."

Allenvert parried it with the Azure Sea Moon Shadow Swordsmanship technique, then utilized the Flowing Cloud Thunder Fist to pummel Modem's defensive mana with six consecutive lightning-fast straight punches.

Bam bam bam bam bam bam!

"Gah!"

He dodged or deflected two, endured another two with his defensive mana, but Modem, who took two punches directly to his solar plexus and liver, dropped to one knee.

"Disappointing. Is it over already?"

"I knelt to gain momentum."

"Wow, cringy."

Confirming that Modem's sword had clearly weakened as he forced himself to attack despite his disrupted mana flow, Allenvert switched to Karzan-style swordsmanship and severed Modem's neck in just three exchanges.

Swoosh!

"Bl-Black Death Sword!"

"Unbelievable. That young Young master is this strong?"

Glancing at the enemy's shock, Allenvert infused his voice with mana and lamented.

"Pathetic. Is this the famed strength of the Four Heavenly Kings? I expected nothing less.

"...!"

A blatant provocation against the Four Heavenly Kings, who boasted absolute reputation at least in this land.

The response came immediately.

"Rip that fucking mouth apart."

Whoosh!

A massive fire-wreathed magic attack flew from somewhere.

"How disappointing."

Allenvert activated his defensive technique, dark mana swirling around his palm as he absorbed both the flames and the spell’s mana—then channeled it directly into his sword.

"Does this make it a fire sword? Good."

Slash!

When he swung the fire-wreathed sword to unleash a cutting attack, fire spread along the path that cut through flesh.

"Aaaah!"

"Who was the idiot playing with fire just now? You? A spell that weak couldn’t even singe a single hair on my head."

Then Allenvert sensed an ominous presence watching him from far away.

'Oh ho, not bad?'

With his perception honed to near-clairvoyance, Allenvert assessed the observer.

Even among the Four Heavenly Kings, this one stood at a level not inferior to Schelde.

'But that level isn't enough.'

Indeed, the underworld was a far more threatening target than the Four Heavenly Kings.

"My lord, it would be good to retreat soon."

Jeffrey approached and advised.

"Shall we?"

Having dismounted from horseback made speed-based charges impossible, and breaking through the wall of defenders who had been heavily reinforced in the meantime would inevitably cause great casualties.

In other words, this was today's offensive endpoint.

"I’d say we’ve scared the shit out of them enough for one day, no?"

Jeffrey grinned.

"More than enough."

"Good, let's go back."

Mounting his horse again, Allenvert commanded.

"Retreat."

To Allenvert and his personal guard, who were leaving as if entering and exiting their own home, no one rushed forward to throw away their precious lives.

"The military discipline is a complete mess."

No one could scold that arrogant sneer.

'...Ah, this is interesting.'

And just like that, a man awakened to the thrill of chaos.

'I’ll do it all again tomorrow.'

[Translator - Pot ]

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