Barbarian Quest

Chapter 278

Chapter 278

Come to think of it, Emperor Yanchinus mentioned a man who was blessed by the gods. As an emperor, he occasionally met extraordinary individuals—people with achievements that seemed unbelievable when heard of. The Sword Demon Ferzen was such a person, and so was Urich. Nnêw n0vel chapters are published at novelhall.com

"Ah, aah."

Basha was horrified by the sight of human lives vanishing as if they were nothing.

Only the heads of soldiers remained in the path walked by the barbarian called Urich who had a shadowed face with fierce yellow eyes and a wide, savage mouth. Despite the rain, the blood on his face didn't wash away.

"Oooooooh!"

Urich continued the slaughter with the roar that one would expect from a bloodthirsty demon, not someone who did not want war.

"Aaaaah!"

Terror filled the faces of the soldiers facing Urich. It was an instinctive fear that even faith couldn't hide. A beast that had slaughtered countless people stood before them.

Slash!

Urich swung his sword widely, shattering the neck bone of a soldier with the blade that was dulled to the point of being akin to a club from cutting so many people. The broken neck wobbled limply like a puppet with its strings cut.

It was the pinnacle of violence achievable with the human body—pure violence that was devoid of justice or malice. It took the form of combat techniques ingrained in Urich's body and came to him as natural as breathing, engulfing the soldiers.

A stench, one so foul that not even the rain could wash away, spread as flesh and intestines fell to the ground.

"Hooo.”

Urich's hands only paused for a moment to catch his breath.

The soldiers couldn't even swing their weapons at Urich who stood at the front and stepped back. Urich rolled his eyes and glanced at a woman holding a banner.

‘Is the emperor not here?’

Urich suppressed the battle frenzy seeping into his body and cooly surveyed the battlefield in search of the emperor.

‘I’ll take care of that woman first...’

After catching his breath, Urich took a step forward. A few deep breaths were enough to calm his ragged breathing.

Swoosh!

Seeing the glint of silver, Urich tilted his head back to see the blade brush past his head.

"That one is Urich! Kill him!"

A group of soldiers with skillful swordsmanship stood in Urich's way.

‘Judging by their sturdy build, they must be knights.’

They were different from soldiers who swung their swords with just courage. Urich took a step back and gestured with his chin to call the surrounding warriors. He was the Great Chief. The western warriors were always behind him.

"Ooooooooh!”

The warriors, boosted by their numerical advantage, sliced through the rain and attacked the knights.

With the success of the ambush, the victory of the Porcana-Alliance army was a given. The remaining issues were whether they could capture the emperor and how much damage they could inflict.

"Why won't you grant us victory?"

Basha's eyes widened as she looked at the sun banner she was holding, which was soaked with rain and no longer fluttered.

The knights guarding Basha collapsed face-first in the mud, bleeding profusely.

‘Oh Lou, why do you take such good people first?’

Basha's eyes turned to the sky.

"Basha! Look at the people, not the sky!"

A guard knight turned his head and shouted. At that moment, Urich's axe blade severed the knight's neck.

"Sir Jorman!" Basha screamed as even the guard knight who had been protecting her lost his life.

"Ooooh! This is my gift to you, you bitch!" Urich shouted, throwing the severed knight’s head at Basha.

The knight's head struck Basha’s. Seeing the dead knight's eyes, Basha's pupils dilated.

“Belrua! That’s their leader! Look at the eagle crest!”

A warrior with a face full of wrinkles shouted. Belrua also squinted and looked where he pointed.

‘Violet eagle.’

It was the symbol of the emperor. One of the nobles on horseback was wearing a cloak with the violet eagle embroidered.

“Chase them! The glory is ours!” Belrua shouted.

The warriors crossed the muddy terrain in no time thanks to only wearing light armor and having rested before the battle, unlike the Imperial Army.

Splash, splash.

Belrua's unit waded through the mud with rainwater coming up to their knees in pursuit of the violet eagle cloak.

“Crow-Tit!” Belrua called her subordinate, who was an excellent archer.

“This is a terrible condition to shoot in. I’m not too confident in the rain...”

The warrior, named Crow-Tit for his round and bright eyes, drew his bow and assumed his shooting stance.

“If you hit the target, I’ll give you the three of the finest women in our tribe!” Belrua urged him with a promise of reward.

“I’m tired of the dirt-smelling women of the west now. Did you know the women here smell nicer?”

Crow-Tit chuckled and steadied his breath.

Creak.

He drew the bowstring powerfully as he carefully aimed at the violet eagle cloak.

The air was heavy with humidity, and the rain hit the ground hard. The bowstring was slippery from the wet.

Ting!

Crow-Tit released the bowstring. The arrow flew, swaying left and right, and struck the violet eagle cloak amidst many soldiers.

Thud!

The violet eagle cloak fell from the horse. Belrua's eyes widened at the sight.

“Good! You’re the best, Crow-Tit!” Belrua shouted and led her warriors forward.

Crow-Tit wiped under his nose with satisfaction.

“If the conditions are bad, you just have to overcome them,” he muttered confidently, satisfied with a shot that was worth boasting about for the rest of his life.

Buuuuup!

“Huh?”

Belrua, who had been laughing, looked up and saw that there were many warriors blowing horn trumpets all around.

“It’s the emperor!”

“The emperor is right here!”

“The emperor’s running away! Get him!”

Warriors shouted that they had found the emperor from all over the battlefield. Belrua’s unit wasn’t the only one.

Among the Imperial Army, there was more than one person wearing the violet eagle cloak looking like the emperor and fleeing in all directions.

“Dammit!”

Belrua checked the face of the man Crow-Tit had shot, only to find out that it was completely different from the emperor's description.

The units aiming for glory scattered to chase after those presumed to be the emperor as the warriors went mad at the sight of the violet eagle cloak.

“You idiots! Do you think the real one would be wearing a cloak to announce where he is?!”

Belrua shouted as she realized, but the other units’ warriors didn’t believe her, thinking she was just trying to take all the glory for herself.

Blinded by the target, the warriors continued their hunt for those who would only turn out to be imposters.