Chapter 450: The Magic Bullet’s Shooter

Hind Busse, the vice-commander of the Bolvat army, and one of its lieutenants, opened his usually narrowed eyes wide. A bewildering sight unfolded before his eyes.

His commander’s thunder magic, as the essence of magical power, was now engulfed in a demonic aura that he had never seen before.

Hind could had never imagined such situation.

No, it wasn’t just Hind who felt that way. The soldiers, the senior officers, and even the other vice-commander, Eileen Ray Rakiador, had not even imagined such a thing in back of their minds.

The Gharast Kingdom and the independent city-states were far less developed in terms of magic power when compared with the Bolvat Dynasty. They couldn’t even compare with its magic power.

How could he have imagined that such force would crush the essence of the Sorcerer General?

Hind was overcome with agitation, and, after leaving the soldiers around him behind, closed his eyes and clenched his hands. It was his habit when faced with a hopeless situation.

「Lieutenant General Busse, what’s that? What is that thing? 」

Something cold fell on his forehead. Hind finally regained his senses when he heard his subordinate’s voice.

「I don’t know, I really don’t know. But this is war. Impossible things can happen. 」

Hind replied to his subordinate’s voice, which sounded like he was asking for guidance. However, Hind’s answer was also a way to convince Hind himself of the current situation.

Yes, they were in a war. Anything could happen. Reason disappeared before absurdity, and virtue got overshadowed by vice.

Nevertheless, the soldiers could panic even more if the Sorcerer General became troubled during battle. Hind thought for a second before speaking.

「…Prepare to advance. The vanguard has already collapsed. We’ll crush the enemy. 」

Hind spoke in a tone as hard and cold as stone. His subordinates were speechless for a moment but responded to their superior’s voice shortly afterwards.

「Everyone! Prepare to advance! 」

As opposed to the vanguard, the elite magic armored soldiers directly under Hind were less confused. So they had no choice but to advance to the vanguard, knowing that there would be some risk. Hind decided that if they didn’t do so, the vanguard soldiers would just become easy prey for the enemy.

Hind closed the distance with the vanguard units, who had begun their charge. The sound of horses’ hooves sounded strangely hectic.

Hind still felt a large uneasiness in his heart even after assisting the soldiers in the vanguard units. That uneasiness wasn’t agitation or impatience.

It was pure rage.

No one knew who it was or where it came from, and the true nature of that evil aura was unknown. But one thing was certain. Its owner had humiliated his Sorcerer General, the almighty Commander of the Bolvat army.

Hind couldn’t forgive it.

Hind Busse wouldn’t be able to answer right away if someone asked about his loyalty to his country. He could say whatever he liked, but he would never speak without regarding his true feelings first.

That’s how weak his sense of belonging to his country was.

Born into a commoner’s family, Hind was despised as someone inferior and given barely any opportunity to learn as a child.

Did his country help him rise to the position of lieutenant in the army? Did his country give him monetary assistance to reach that far?

That was not possible, Hind thought. The reason he now wore the status and honor he held in his heart was all due to his talent and tireless study. And it was because of Mastigius La Volgograd that raised him from the ranks of commoners.

To Hind, the land and the governance of the Bolvat Dynasty were things he hated, as if he had never belonged to them. The only reason that tied him to the Bolvat nation was because of his General.

And so, the rage that now burned in Hind’s heart got overwhelming towards the enemy.

He bared his teeth and shouted angrily as he led his troops. The soldiers on the front lines finally came into view.

Then, Hind opened his eyes once more. The corner of his mouth distorted sarcastically after recalling what Eileen had said before.

A person was crushing the snow while spilling a lot of blood. That person was among the enemy soldiers.

A green military uniform unlike the rest and a purplish blade that sent chills down Hind’s spine. It was someone who went to the front lines to exterminate the enemy.

He had heard that such person wielded a one-handed sword. But it looked longer and sharper. It looked closer to a great sword. For a moment, it even felt as if it was pulsating.

Hind was certain. That person was the Great Evil…the one called Lugis.

Reflexively, Hind pulled back his elbow and raised his arm.

If Hind could kill him here, then their losses would be cleared in an instant. Even if he lost his own life, as long as the Great Evil that was the axis of the enemy army was killed, this battle wouldn’t be marked as defeat for his Sorcerer General.

And either way, that man wasn’t someone who could be disregarded.

A magic armored soldier was worth ten soldiers. And yet, the Great Evil spat blood as if he were butchering a lamb. It was an unbelievable sight. Hind felt like he was seeing part of the reason why he was spoken of as a Great Evil; he was personification of the devil himself.

Hind’s raised arm suddenly grew warm. It was proof that the magical tool on his finger was absorbed his magical powers.

Hind couldn’t skillfully use a variety of magic spells like the sorcerers of famous families. Furthermore, his body didn’t have the functions to perform complex magical rituals.

He could only use one spell.

In the past, when magic was still primitive, it was rumored that those who used magic could kill people without touching them. The rumors became doubts, and those doubts became facts, and those who used magic were persecuted. Even if the sorcerers of the time were only good at foretelling.

Therefore, to fight against the persecution, sorcerers put curses into their fingers. All in order to curse people, to kill them. It was the first primitive magic that achieved murder. Hind swung his arm and fired it from his finger.

…The original magic bullet.

Actually, several of them. Those magic bullets flew across the battlefield. In order to kill the Great Evil, those deadly bullets weaved through the shadows and aimed at its blind spot.

Normally, this would’ve been an unavoidable blow. It was too threatening to a person who couldn’t use magic. It would be impossible to even see. Or so he thought…

In other words, the Great Evil wasn’t normal. He swung his sword as if it were natural, surpassing the speed of the magic bullets. No, that wasn’t all. He didn’t cough up a single drop of blood even after some of those bullets hit his body.

「Damn it, you monster! 」

Hind muttered when he saw it.

A lethal gaze was glaring straight at Hind. There was no need to ask whose gaze it was.

A clear premonition passed through Hind’s mind. The owner of such gaze was coming here. It was coming to kill him. Hind was certain.

The Great Evil was coming, leading a far smaller number of soldiers than the Bolvat army. It looked like a suicidal act from the outside. It was the face of a dead soldier who had resolved himself to die.

But that one was different, Hind thought. From what he heard that Great Evil knew no defeat.

After getting allied with the Heraldic Order, the Great Evil captured the walled city of Garoua Maria, overcame the mercenary city of Belfein, and even forced the army of the Gharast Kingdom to retreat. And now he had the royal capital in his hands.

A true hero. And that’s why he knew no fear. He came here simply doing what he wanted, using his strength to his advantage.

…And that’s why he was willing to do whatever it took to win.

The Great Evil charged forward without the slightest hesitation. He paid no attention to the enemy soldiers and got close to Hind with just one step.

His behavior was no longer that of a human. How could it be strange to call him a devil? Because, at the very least, a normal human wouldn’t try to kill an enemy lieutenant along with his horse.

The next moment after the lightning was swung, fresh blood melted the snow and poured out all around. The warhorse’s thick neck was cut off like a toy.

Hind, its rider, was in mid-air. His instincts and reflexes had allowed him to grab hold of his life with a split-second decision.

But he wasn’t out of his misery. As if anticipating this, the Great Evil turned its wrist and took a step forward to cut down Hind while he was still in the air.

Hind raised its arm in the midst of a moment that felt too long. His aim was to fire a large number of magic bullets at close range. The greatest deadly firepower Hind could muster was now creating in his right arm.

One would lose his life and the other would survive.

The heavens shook at the moment of their intersection. A brilliant light ran through the air, and then…an avalanche of magic roared between the two of them.

Its sparkle, which resembled a jewel, danced majestically in the air.

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