Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation

Chapter 261. If You’re a Hero, Act Like One (1)

Pergio Plains.

This was the designated place where the all-out war between the Kaisar Kingdom and the allied forces of Yusef & Decator was set to unfold.

It would have been logical for one side to set up camp in a fortress and wage a defensive battle, but both sides took their positions on the wide-open plains.

It was as if they had planned it.

“What a spectacle.”

Cierion chuckled as he looked at the enemy forces spread out before him.

Although he had lost face to Patrick, the Kaisar Kingdom certainly had underlying strength.

He didn’t know where or how they had scraped them together, but they had formed and armed a grand army of 150,000.

They had mobilized more than ten knightly orders, and there was also a force that appeared to be a mage unit.

In comparison, our army numbered 60,000 in total.

We could have gathered more troops if we wanted to, but considering the armaments and the supplies needed for troop operations, this was the limit.

The difference in troop numbers was more than double.

Considering the presence of mages, it should probably be seen as triple.

“And if you consider that as well…. Hah, even I think it’s a crazy idea.”

But it had to be done.

The great famine had dragged on longer than expected, and the food situation had worsened.

The war could not be dragged on any longer, so the outcome had to be decided here.

By any means necessary.

“Your Highness, they say all preparations are complete.”

Just then, the Black Knight, Matias Karvan, approached from behind Cierion and spoke.

“I see….”

The Hegemon King said as he mounted his horse.

“Then let’s begin.”

“Yes.”

And Cierion spurred his horse and advanced to the very front.

The forefront.

No matter what kind of war unfolded, his position was right here.

And behind him, the Lion Knightly Order, the most elite knightly order of the Yusef Kingdom led by Matias Karvan, followed and lined up.

Dressed in black armor with decorations reminiscent of a lion’s mane, holding their helmets at their sides, their expressions showed not a hint of anxiety.

No one would think that these were men about to commit the insane act of charging into a grand army of 150,000.

Cierion nodded at their reliable appearance, then raised his sword high and shouted.

“Warriors of the Yusef Kingdom and the Decator Kingdom!”

The Hegemon King’s raised sword lowered, pointing forward.

And a single, resolute word echoed across the battlefield.

“Follow me!”

And the Hegemon King, at the very head, ran.

The Black Knight and the Lion Knightly Order followed him.

And behind them, all the soldiers of the Yusef Kingdom ran without a moment’s hesitation.

The sight sent shivers down the spines of even the Decator Kingdom’s soldiers watching from the rear.

The vanguard force of the Yusef Kingdom’s army numbered 40,000.

All of them formed a massive wedge and charged at the 150,000-strong army of the Kaisar Kingdom.

***

“The moths are coming.”

A man with a sturdy build and the appearance of a middle-aged blond man muttered as he watched the Hegemon King and his soldiers charge.

Marquis Bereto Ziegler.

He was originally a count but had recently been promoted to marquis.

Furthermore, he was also the strongest knight currently existing in the Kaisar Kingdom.

Among the 7-star knights who had experienced the battle with Patrick Schneider, he was the only one who had survived.

And as a result of being tempered through fierce battles on the battlefield, he was recently on the verge of the 8-star realm.

Such a man was now the commander-in-chief leading the Kaisar Kingdom’s army.

He stood at the forefront, gazing intently at the charging Hegemon King, then spoke.

“…It won’t do.”

He couldn’t win.

He could only vaguely feel the momentum from a distance, but he could still make an assessment.

He hated to admit it, but he had to.

That Hegemon King, Cierion, was stronger than him.

If they were to fight head-on, he would surely be defeated.

He chuckled and said.

“Honestly, this generation of theirs….”

Before meeting the monster named Patrick Schneider, he would not have thought this way.

Even seeing the reality before his eyes, he would have tried to find some basis in his mind to deny it somehow.

No matter how much of a genius he was, wasn’t he still a brat not yet thirty?

There was no way he, with his accumulated experience and seniority, could lose.

He would have escaped reality in some such way.

But after being burned once by Patrick, he realized.

There were monsters in this world that he could not dare to measure.

Now, he had to admit it.

And once you knew the opponent was a monster, you could come up with a corresponding countermeasure.

“Give the order to the entire army. Assume the Crescent Moon formation.”

The Crescent Moon formation.

It was a standard formation used when the number of allies was greater than the enemy, designed to surround and annihilate the enemy.

However….

“Your Lordship. Only the enemy’s vanguard has charged in.”

“I know that too.”

“Even if we surround the vanguard led by the Hegemon King, as long as the Decator Kingdom’s army, which has not yet sortied, remains, the encirclement will not function properly. If we are attacked simultaneously from inside and outside the encirclement, our forces will be in danger.”

The aide’s advice, delivered with spittle flying, was extremely reasonable and appropriate.

But….

“I will take responsibility. Assume the formation.”

“Your Lordship….”

“Hurry! It’s an order!”

At Marquis Ziegler’s command, the aide bit his lip and bowed his head.

“Yes. Understood.”

The aide thought to himself that this was wrong, but since it was the commander’s order, he had to follow.

***

“Get out of the wayyyy!”

Lord of Sword.

The Hegemon King’s strike, grown so large it seemed to soar to the sky, fell upon the enemy lines.

“Uwaaaaah!”

“Noooooo!”

Kwwaaaaang!

The Kaisar Kingdom’s army had been maintaining their formation with shields held firm, but what meaning did that have in front of the Hegemon King’s strike?

The enemy line was split in half by the single blow, and the Hegemon King entered the gap, swinging his sword of light.

“Those who value their lives, drop your weapons!”

At the Hegemon King’s shout that resounded thunderously across the battlefield, the soldiers of the Kaisar Kingdom almost followed his words without thinking.

But….

“What are you all doing? Block him!”

“Just one scratch on the Hegemon King’s body will change your lives!”

“Go! Kill the enemy!”

From behind, the knights gave orders with their swords drawn.

Telling them to throw away their lives and charge at the enemy.

In a normal situation, it was a crazy order that should have been questioned as to whether it made any sense.

But….

“Uwaaaaaaaah!”

“Damn iiiiiiiit!”

The place where such madness was carried out was none other than the battlefield.

The soldiers, relying on fear and madness, charged at the Hegemon King.

The Hegemon King, looking clearly at their miserable faces, muttered.

“I will not let it be in vain.”

Your blood.

Your deaths.

I will not let a single one be in vain.

So for now, forgive the heartlessness of my sword.

The Hegemon King, having steeled his resolve, swung his sword.

“Haaaaaaaaat!”

The great King’s Sword swung horizontally.

For those caught in the trajectory of that sword of light, there was only death.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwang!

“Aaaaaargh!”

“Kuaaaargh!”

The Hegemon King, who had laid hundreds to rest with a single attack, spurred his horse forward and shouted.

“Warriors of the East. Follow me!”

In truth, there was no need to give such an order.

The soldiers of the Yusef Kingdom were already following behind him as if entranced.

The place where the great sword of light was being swung.

Their king was there.

Following that sword was their mission.

“Lion Knightly Order! Follow His Highness!”

“Let’s goooo!”

“Out of the way!”

Led by the knightly order under Matias Karvan, the 40,000 soldiers of the Yusef Kingdom army plunged into the enemy’s front without hesitation.

Following their king….

***

“Magnificent. As expected of the Hegemon King.”

There was someone watching the Hegemon King’s exploits from the rear with an expression that said their body was itching to join.

Surprisingly, that person was a woman.

A woman who maintained a youthfulness that would make one believe she was in her 30s, except for her white hair.

Although she now followed her late husband’s surname, she was a dignified royal who originally used the surname Decator.

The strongest knight of the Decator Kingdom.

A heroine among the 7-star knights of the Decator Kingdom, who was said to be the only one the Double Dragons avoided, unable to guarantee victory.

The strongest female knight on the continent.

Sword Queen Leona Maybus.

She was here now.

It was only natural for her to be here in a war that mobilized the full strength of the nation.

And next to her, Marquis Adolph Raines and Marquis Dustin Robski, also 7-star knights, stood side-by-side on horseback.

She spoke to the two on either side of her.

“What do you think? In your eyes, are the Double Dragons figures comparable to that Hegemon King?”

To her question, the two answered simultaneously.

“If anything, they are more, not less.”

“He’s just a disrespectful personality-disordered person.”

As different answers came back, the Sword Queen burst into cheerful laughter.

Then she shook her head and said.

“It’s truly a shame. I should have crossed swords with that friend too.”

During the time Patrick was on his knight’s training journey in the Decator Kingdom, she was the only one who did not duel him.

The world says that Patrick avoided it because he couldn’t guarantee victory.

But she knew the truth.

The royal family of the Decator Kingdom had stopped Patrick.

By the time she found out later and personally visited the royal castle to confront the king, Patrick had already left the Decator Kingdom.

What she truly regretted was the state of Marquis Adolph Raines and Marquis Dustin Robski that she confirmed later.

Both had clearly advanced in their realms after their duels with Patrick.

She had watched them for a long time, but the two who had shown no signs of overcoming their stagnation had finally broken through it.

How surprised was she at that sight?

In fact, Marquis Dustin Robski’s defeat of Count Helios Gilsion of the Kaisar Kingdom was possible because he had grown stronger.

Although that same Marquis Dustin Robski was said to have had a rather rough time during the duel….

‘What the hell does that matter?’

How important was the wall to climb higher for those of them who had achieved the supreme realm?

For that, they would have willingly offered their entire fortunes.

“When this war is over, I’ll have to go find him myself and have a match.”

This war would end today anyway.

Victory or defeat.

One of the two.

It was then.

“Duchess Maybus. The enemy has deployed an encirclement with the Crescent Moon formation.”

“Hoh…. A blunder.”

The Sword Queen’s eyes gleamed sharply.

When facing a smaller enemy with a larger force, deploying an encirclement was standard practice.

But that was something to be done after luring the enemy in enough to be completely surrounded.

The Hegemon King had sortied with 40,000 soldiers of the Yusef Kingdom, but 20,000 soldiers of the Decator Kingdom remained in the rear.

And among those 20,000 were three 7-star knights.

“When the enemy closes the encirclement, we will also sortie. All troops, prepare.”

“Yes!”

Thus, the Sword Queen gave the order.

But then….

“A messenger, a messenger has arrived!”

A messenger, holding a flag proving he was from the king, rushed over.

“What is it?”

To the Sword Queen’s question, the messenger replied.

“It is a royal command from His Majesty the King. The order is for all our troops to stand by until further notice.”

“What does that mean? We need to sortie soon.”

“…I am only delivering the royal command…. Heuk!”

The Sword Queen grabbed the messenger by the scruff of his neck and said.

“Speak the truth. Are you a spy from the Kaisar Kingdom?”

“I… I am His Majesty the King’s direct chamberlain.”

“……”

“And this is undoubtedly His Majesty’s royal command. Therefore….”

“Arein, has this fool finally gone mad?”

“Yo… Your Grace the Duchess!”

“Why? Can I not even say my nephew’s name?”

“……”

Even if she was his aunt, calling the king by his name was, of course, not allowed.

But apart from that, it wasn’t as if the others couldn’t understand the Sword Queen’s feelings right now.

‘What on earth is he thinking?’

‘If our forces don’t charge in here…. Surely not?’

‘This might be….’

The military strategists of the Decator Kingdom present here all thought of the same possibility in their minds.

A possibility that they couldn’t dare to voice unless they had two lives.