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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 427

[427Tue] Flute Knight

It has been 9 days since the fortress city of Levien fell without even being able to properly resist the human invasion..

Due to the outer wall being breached in two days, the inner city was pushed back before the main force could arrive. In the end, not only did the joint attack fail, but it was also attacked by the human army and suffered devastating damage. This truly unprecedented defeat was a wake-up call to the entire Demon King's army. It was a major incident that was enough to evoke.

Not only did they check to see if Itisel's Silver Eagle Brigade, which had deserted from the battlefield, had a similar amount of military power and were hiding it, but they also investigated the possibility that the last survivor of the Levien family, who moved with them in the name of commander-in-chief, was an unparalleled genius or a warrior. , a situation where all fronts are literally turned upside down by the sudden change..

In such confusion, the nearby Demon King's army, which was in charge of supplying Levien, was busy working day after day to quickly recapture Levien before the humans completely regained Levien and began maintenance. Thanks to their efforts, the humans were unable to completely take control of Levien and were walking a tightrope, but it was inevitable that the damage from the Demon King's army would increase unilaterally as time passed..

The problem was that the first button was pressed incorrectly, but it was largely due to a change in the human race's tactics..

"Damn it, it's a drake knight.!"

When the Demon King's Army guard, who had set up a base in the forest and was assisting the Levien attack team, shouted, the entire camp went on alert. The human race's new means of attack, which had never existed before, boasted a viciousness that made the Demon King's army turn their backs..

That was the case with the twenty drakes flying across the dawn sky right now. The guards called them drake knights, but the stronghold commander knew that those demons were different from drake knights..

Those guys who suddenly appeared recently and harassed the rear of the Demon King's army were not dragon knights, but mobile knight launchers, and were a very terrible nightmare that could not be compared to catapults or anything like that..

"Shoot the flare! Call a special unit! It's clear they've bypassed the main unit and just have to hold on.!"

Although he shouted to encourage his subordinates, the commander foresaw death..

From the beginning, this was a base established for the purpose of managing supplies and accommodating wounded soldiers, so the number of proper troops was limited. They knew that too, so they were aiming for it, and it was clear that all of them riding on the twenty flying dragons were stronger than the demon king army here..

Still, there was still a glimmer of hope left in the dying flames. All you need is a flute knight. Then you can endure it.

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And the commander's hopes were cruelly shattered..

"He's a flute knight.!"

Using the sound of a whistle as a signal, the drakes simultaneously fold their wings, lower their altitude, and charge towards the ground. A few wizards tried to throw attack magic, but it was impossible to hit the agile dragons. As the whistle blew once more, the wizards who had fired magic fell down after being hit by an unknown attack..

"Shit...!"

A human knight who single-handedly broke through Levien's outer castle and defeated Iraph, the Light Shooter. The guy who upset the rear in less than a week is known as the devil of the supply route..

"Fight! We have to fight and endure.!"

He doesn't leave the commander alive. That's why the commander couldn't stop. He had to comfort and direct his men to somehow increase their chances of survival..

He strengthened his body with a surge of magical energy, pulled out the sword he had placed next to the tent, and aimed it at the knight who was charging from the front..

"today! we! Kill the flute knight right here.!"

It was a useless dream. There was no one here who could beat the flute knight. Those people are all on the front lines. For the Demon King's army, that was the distinction between the rear and the front..

The spear he threw, suppressing the desire to run away out of a sense of duty as a soldier, missed as expected, and upon seeing a person jumping from the flying dragon that suddenly changed direction, the commander drew his sword..

"for freedom!"

The flute knight, whose expression could not be seen because he was wearing a helmet, answered by skillfully posing in the air and swinging an ax with both hands..

And that was the last memory of the commander's life..

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The advantage of being able to move the main force at will over the Humans by operating the gate with overwhelming magical power and shortening the physical distance is meaningless in the face of enemies who are already confined to the base..

Of course, it would be a different story if there was enough space to bring in troops from other fronts, but unlike in the early days of the war, the humans and demons are now in a desperate situation..

The human army, which was close to competing based on quantity, became stronger as time passed, and the kingdom's soldiers, who could fight five with just one Demon King soldier, now reached the point where just two could fight one. Even the gap created by the movement of the Silver Eagle Brigade was filled by the Empire by leading warriors into the war, so the only troops that the Demon King's army could use were rear troops that were not directly related to the war..

Because of the imbalance, there is no way that the rear force that suddenly faced the elites of the human race could be intact. Even if it's a demon.

"The weapon is Majanggeum anyway, so there is no way to use it. Destroy mainly materials such as food. He bound those who surrendered and gathered them in the center...."

The attack on Lévienne resulted in so many casualties that it reminded us of the early days of the war. The base naturally grew in importance as a relief station, and by now the ratio of combat-capable troops to the wounded had reached 1:4..

Since the rumored flute knight appeared in such a place, the result was obvious. The Demon King, who was guarding the tent where his wounded were gathered, was distraught and pondered how to accept the end..

Should I make a final struggle, or should I just accept death? Still, looking at the small conversation just now, it seems like they are gathering those who surrendered separately. Is it true that they are surrendering??

But to them, this is the middle of enemy territory. There was no way they could afford to treat prisoners. Maybe they're trying to gather them all up and bury them alive?.

"I never thought I'd die without ever having a chance to date.."

I couldn't make a decision easily and only thought about my miserable feelings. Then, at the words I blurted out without thinking, a wounded soldier lying on the bed opened his mouth with a smile..

"What, it was our medic friend’s virginity.?"

The female soldier, who had one leg blown off and a serious injury to her arm, struggled to raise her upper body and continued speaking..

"I should have said it sooner. She would have given me one chance of not knowing when I would die.."

"Damn it. What's so bad about him that he'd want to hang out with a bitch with no legs?."

"Damn it, how bad are your legs in this situation? Isn't it enough if you can fuck it??"

"I'd rather stick it in a knot hole.."

The wounded soldier lying next to her was in much more serious condition and could not even raise his upper body, but the female soldier threw the water cup she was using without any hesitation, and when the wounded soldier, who had been hit precisely on the forehead, screamed, laughter erupted from all directions..

It was an unbelievable sight that the entire base had already been taken over by the enemy's elite, but it was actually the result of giving up everything..

"Well... you had a lot of trouble. If possible, I wanted to die fighting, but."

"fucking war."

"I was sick of it, but it worked out better...."

What cut off the small complaints and chats that broke out one by one was the noise made by a sword breaking through the entrance and the medic who reacted to it jumping out of his seat hysterically. While everyone who could move their eyes was looking at the entrance, the sword that started moving slowly lifted the tent..

Although he was wearing a helmet, it was not difficult to tell that he was a human knight. I couldn't feel any magic, and the style of the armor was different..

"Check the aid station. Report to Lord Ega."

The humming voice coming from the helmet felt like a death sentence. The medic, who had reflexively stood up, felt his legs lose strength and leaned back against the pillar supporting the tent..

The knight still lifted the tent with his sword and looked inside, but did not take any action. Not long after that, another sign of presence was felt, and the demons took a long breath as they recognized the person who had appeared by lifting the tent with his hand..

A person wearing a different type of armor and helmet, alone from the knights following him. It was a flute knight..

"How many do you think there is??"

Blood was still dripping from the ax in his hand, wondering how many demon lords he had killed. However, the demons, who had already been tense from the moment he appeared, had no time to feel fear again..

"I think this tent is about fifty. There are tents of similar size elsewhere, so it is believed that there may be more casualties.."

"How many people surrendered??"

"When I just checked, it was around twenty.."

After hearing the answer, the flute player nodded slightly and entered the tent. That alone gave the illusion that the air around them had changed and everyone trembled with fear..

The notoriety that the flute knight accumulated in a short period of time was enormous. The medic's complexion began to darken as he saw the flute knight approaching him at a pace that was neither fast nor slow..

"Cough! call!"

It was around the time when the flute engineer almost reached the medic that the sound of violent coughing rang out while no one was even able to make the sound of coughing. The flute knight's helmet naturally turned in the direction from which the sound came..

Then he turned around and walked towards the wounded soldier who was coughing so violently that his whole body was shaking..

"ah..."

The medic could not stop him as his heartbeat grew so loud that it threatened to burst his eardrums. He couldn't move, not because he thought it would be a good idea to die first just because he coughed since everyone was going to die anyway, but because he just wanted to live a little longer. The moment I realized that fact, I felt self-loathing, but even that quickly subsided in the face of the threat of his death..

So, when I saw the flute player reaching right next to the wounded soldier who was coughing and trying to reach for the water bottle, reaching for the water bottle, pouring water, and handing the cup to the wounded soldier, I thought I was going crazy. I get it.

"...call!"

Are you trying to kill me the moment you get the water cup? Or even if I die, will they let me drink water and die??

While all the demons watching were thinking about that, the wounded soldier, unable to bear the cough, carefully stretched out his hand and took the cup..

Then, after confirming that he was drinking water, the flute player naturally turned and headed toward the entrance..

"It all seems like slander. There is no need to drag it out. Check other tents and if there is a similar situation, have the medic in charge stand by.."

"Should we attach those who surrendered in advance??"

"no. There is no need to let it distract you. They will release us after we leave.."

The sight of them walking away from the tent while naturally conversing among themselves seemed unrealistic. The medic managed to fill his completely empty head with thoughts and grasped the situation..

"...Medic friend, I'm tired.?"

"Fuck. That's right."

But rather than feeling relieved that I was alive or wondering what their intentions were, it was faster to figure out the dampness of my lower body..

The medic laughed out of relief that his life was saved even though he felt pitiful, and while the other wounded soldiers were also belatedly exhaling and muttering, the female soldier, who raised her upper body and rested her chin, asked the wounded soldier lying next to her with a serious expression..

"To be honest, even though it's annoying to not have any legs, wouldn't it somehow conflict with peeing??"

The wounded soldier snorted in bewilderment and then responded by shaking his head..