Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 105 The Wrath of the Kingdom

An Exeter light infantryman gripped his mace tightly, his breathing steady as he rhythmically struck the thick wooden shield in his left hand, closely following the footsteps of his comrade ahead.

As one of the dozen or so combat captains under the Lirok Battalion, he was in his early thirties and this was not his first time on the battlefield.

Men in the North, whether farmers, hunters, craftsmen, or woodcutters, are born to fight with swords—and sometimes even women are.

On the battlefield, one sheds blood and fights to the death against the most powerful enemy. The survivors drink the wine of victory. What joy and glory!

Each swing of the hammer, accompanied by the faint cracking of bones within the enemy's body, fueled his excitement and exhilaration.

For example, right now, this combat captain in his thirties roared with delight, strode to catch up with his comrades, and slammed his hammer into the head of a Starman who couldn't get back in time.

He roared and pulled out his hammer, blood splattering onto his face.

The next moment, the combat captain rushed forward without hesitation to the Starman who had come to fill the gap.

But they—these Star People are really tough, he thought, swinging his shield and knocking his opponent off balance.

With casualties of this magnitude, an ordinary army would have already collapsed in morale and scattered and fled.

Unless they are elites.

Unless they have an equally tough and competent commander.

The combat captain nimbly and skillfully dodged a dangerous thrust from his opponent, the blade grazing his right forehead.

"Hey, you're a veteran."

The combat captain burst out laughing and smashed the enemy back with a hammer.

"Thump—bang—crack!"

A series of hoofbeats and clanging sounds, along with the sound of a sword slicing through armor, came from the side.

A deep, fierce male voice came from the warhorse: "...Let's go find Rumba!"

The Star People, who had been forming a defensive formation, suddenly perked up, shouted, and strode forward, following the knights on their warhorses, charging back towards the Exter people.

The combat captain's expression shifted: they were about to break through.

But why is it facing north?

Although the northern encirclement is indeed weaker than that of the Broken Dragon Fortress... even if we break through, we will still be facing the Grand Duke's army camp, as well as other more elite troops, right?
And... that knight who charged out of the formation?

It was a murderous man, wielding a greatsword with great force. With a flash of sword light, he decapitated a man and sent blood and flesh flying. His warhorse rammed into two people and sent them flying.

A child was tied to his back, along with a large, silver-black bow...

and many more!

The combat captain's pupils contracted.

That's...that bow?

next second.

"he!"

"It's him!"

Exter's infantry combat captain roared wildly, as if he had found the richest trophy, no longer caring about the panting Star Veteran in front of him.

He ground his teeth excitedly and charged toward the horse without hesitation.

The combat captain roared furiously:
"Wrath of the Kingdom!"

Many Exter men were startled and turned to look at the man on horseback.

The combat captain raised his shield overhead to defend against the man's greatsword, while his mace slammed towards the horse's belly.

But the greatsword did not strike as expected, and was instead deflected by his shield.

Instead, it trembled in that man's hand, then stabbed and pulled downwards.

The combat captain felt a chill on his right collarbone, followed by a sharp pain.

As the warhorse swept past him, his knees buckled, and blood gushed from his shoulder.

But he still struggled to deliver the weapon in his hand.

The hammer slashed across the horse's belly, tearing open another wound on the already battered warhorse.

The warhorse neighed and fell to the ground in front of him, along with the man.

Hehe, at least... I stopped the mount of the Wrath of the Kingdom.

The operations captain thought to himself with difficulty.

The shield slipped from his grasp. The combat captain clutched his bleeding shoulder wound, feeling the pain radiating deep into his lungs, and struggled to raise his spiked hammer, intending to smash it down on the man who was getting up from the ground, and the boy behind him.

Then, my final blow... killed the Wrath of the Kingdom... he thought.

But just as this thought crossed his mind, a petite figure in a cloak rushed up from behind, wielding a curved blade that sliced ​​off his right hand, which was gripping the hammer.

"what!"

The combat captain roared in frustration.

The next second, Jenard, who had rushed up from behind, chopped off his head with a sword.

“That’s right,” Jenard said breathlessly to the corpse, “I’m a veteran.”

The soldiers of the Wrathful Guard charged forward one by one, pushing aside the enemies blocking their way, and fought their way to Arakka Mu's side.

Putila and the others barely managed to catch up with Arakka.

The battlefield descended into chaos due to the Star People's breakout.

"The Wrath of the Kingdom! He's here!" Many Exter soldiers shouted excitedly, and the news spread quickly across the battlefield.

From the front, sides, and rear, countless Extermen roared and surged toward this place like sharks smelling blood.

"Really?" Wyman said from behind, dissatisfied. "He's like a target! And he's carrying His Highness on his back!"

“Don’t doubt your commander!” Putila also fell off his horse, rushing into the triangular formation the soldiers were using for their assault: “At least have faith in the reputation of the Wrath of the Kingdom—His Highness is safest with him by his side!”

Thales clung nervously to Alakka's back, fighting off the dizziness from falling from the horse: "What do we do now?"

Arakka gripped his sword with both hands with a cold, sharp touch, cleaving through the light armor of an enemy on his left, leaving the man lying on the ground groaning in agony.

He glanced at the Iron Fist banner not far away, then at the countless enemies surging towards him in the fan-shaped area ahead, and said coldly, "Our mount can only take us this far."

"Charge formation!" Arakka shouted, his whole body trembling. Thales, who was close to him, could clearly feel Arakka's heart pounding faster, his body heating up, his muscles swelling, and trembling rhythmically.

It resembled a predatory beast, ready to begin its hunt.

He immediately realized... this was the power of Araka's demise—in his vision, Araka was like a raging volcano, constantly emitting dull and terrifying explosive waves from within.

Arakka gritted his teeth, held the sword in his right hand, gripped the leather sheath on the spine of the sword with his left hand, dragged the weapon behind him, and charged towards the multiple enemies in front of him.

The remaining soldiers of the Fury Guard instinctively followed him on both sides, following their commander and rushing towards their enemy without hesitation.

The Arakatu is at the very front, like the tip of a wedge.

The five weapons in the front row came hurtling toward him at the same time, three aimed at his head and chest, and two attacked his left and right sides.

The next moment, Arakka roared angrily from his throat, pushed off the ground with his hind legs, crouched down, and charged into the range of the weapons!
Bound tightly, Thales tried to keep his head tucked in, pressing it close to Arakka's shoulder. Even so, he could still feel at least three weapons whistling past his head.

With a roar, Arakka stopped, his arms bulging with veins, radiating explosive power. His massive two-handed sword slashed fiercely, leaving a blood-red arc in the air!

"Pfft..."

The three weapons, along with the three forearms, broke free from their master's control and fell helplessly from mid-air.

Blood splattered on Thales' forehead, making him grit his teeth and frown.

Does it have to be this bloody every time?

Ignoring the weapons coming from both sides, Arakka roared and charged into the arms of the infantryman in front of him who was clutching his right hand and howling in pain, striking him down with a vicious elbow. The raging guards on both sides were only a step slower than Arakka, roaring as they rushed forward, stopping the enemy before the two weapons that Arakka had missed could strike his vital points.

The guardsman on the left successfully plunged his sword into the enemy's abdomen, shoved the screaming opponent aside, and continued to follow Arakka in his charge towards the second rank of enemies, without bothering to finish him off.

The guard on the right was unfortunately slashed in the shoulder blade, but he still charged forward fearlessly, tackled the enemy to the ground, and another soldier stepped over the two wrestling men on the ground without looking, completing the cone-shaped charge formation and advancing again.

In just over a second, the fierce Alaka, at the very tip of the formation, surged forward a step and broke through the first row of enemies.

He didn't slow down and continued to surge forward.

But as he approached, a squad of five experienced veterans came towards him, three with shields and knives, and two with axes, watching Arakka warily.

“The Wrath of the Kingdom,” the middle man said in a deep voice, “you can’t get through… uh!”

Before he could finish speaking, Arakka thrust his sword out fiercely, piercing straight into his shield. With terrifying force and momentum, the blade protruded from the other side and disappeared into the enemy's chest.

But the sword's edge was stuck between the shield and the sternum.

The enemy groaned in pain, still struggling to hold onto Araka's greatsword, trying to have the three men around him take his life before he died.

A blade of axe came hurtling towards us first!

Without the slightest hesitation, Arakka, his face contorted with fervor, swung his left fist with terrifying force, striking the center of the greatsword's blade!

With a clang, the greatsword snapped in two!

Arakka roared forward, kicking the second shield-wielding veteran to the ground, then swung his left wrist, grazing the side of the axe blade and pushing it away from his head.

Under the enemy's shocked gaze, the axe slid across Alaka's left forearm, taking away a piece of flesh.

Before the axe-wielder could react, the broken blade in Arakka's hand pierced his neck.

The last two enemies roared and charged at Arakka, but he ignored them and focused only on continuing his charge forward!
Just like before, the two Wrath Guards, who were a step behind, rushed forward at the cost of their lives to take away the threat of the remaining two for the Kingdom's Wrath. This time, the two men on both sides were unlucky and lost their lives, but the guards following behind still rushed forward without regard for their own safety, maintaining the integrity of the formation and ensuring the safety of Alarka's side.

Thales suddenly understood something.

They—the swordsmen and shieldmen of the Wrathguard—were risking their lives to protect Alarca's flanks, allowing him to focus undisturbed on breaking through the enemy in front and in the center, maximizing his unstoppable and terrifying impact.

In just over two seconds, Alaka broke through the second row.

Another wave of enemies appeared before him.

The two enemies in front of him held spears, the tips of which were pointed directly at Arakka's heart. They were determined to force Arakka back no matter how he charged forward, by moving the spear tips.

The other three people closely protected their sides.

But Arakka didn't give them that chance.

With a roar, the final force of the explosion surged into his right arm, and like a volcanic eruption, he hurled the utterly broken blade in his hand!
The death whistle lasted for a fraction of a second, the blade tip, still bearing traces of flesh and blood, piercing the face of the first spearman.

He shuddered violently, and the spear he had been pointing at Alaka fell limply to the ground.

"No! Brother!" another spearman beside him screamed shrilly.

Arakka's face contorted with rage. He reached up with both hands to the front of the dangling spear, pulled it out with a swift motion, and then fiercely pushed the spear out of his hands!

The finishing force erupted again with the thrust of the spear shaft, and another frantically roaring spearman was struck solidly in the chest by the force of a battering ram. He collapsed to the ground with a muffled groan, his roar abruptly ceasing.

The spear was retrieved from Araca's hand again, and then used by the latter as a club, which he swung with tremendous force, fiercely striking the lower bodies of the remaining three!
Without batting an eye, Arakka turned his spear and stabbed one of the three fallen men to death, then continued charging forward without looking back.

The guards on both sides followed up again, taking care of the remaining two as well.

"How long can you maintain this kind of impact?" Thales looked at the densely packed enemies in front of him, glanced at the Iron Fist banner in the distance, calculated the time and distance in his mind, and asked Arakka.

“Long enough,” Alaka said in a deep voice, charging toward an enemy wielding a sword. “As long as my guards remain.”

Five seconds later, Alaka broke through the third row.

To Thales' astonishment, Arakka steadily threw his spear, piercing the thigh of the man coming towards him.

Unarmed, the Kingdom's Wrath charged forward, dodging a sword strike, but still sustaining a wound on his right arm.

The guards surged forward again, using their courage and sacrifice to eliminate the enemies on both sides for him.

Amidst a furious roar, an axe blade whistled through the air. Without even looking, the Wrath of the Kingdom took two steps forward, grabbed the thrown spear shaft, dragged down the enemy who was clinging to his leg and gritting his teeth, and swiftly turned around to block the incoming axe blade with the spear shaft.

"Snap!" The spear shaft broke. As if he had expected it, Arakka gripped the broken spear shaft, spun around, and the broken spear struck the axe-wielder hard on the bridge of his nose!
Just as the axe-wielder groaned and closed his eyes, Wrath of the Kingdom swung away the broken spear shaft, accurately grabbed the axe handle between the axe-wielder's hands, and pulled him towards himself. Then, with a chillingly powerful headbutt, Arakka smashed his opponent's already injured nose, and as the opponent collapsed in a daze, he seized the axe from him.

Arakka bypassed him and the enemy panting with his thigh pierced by a spear, and continued his assault.

Eight seconds later, Alaka broke through the fourth row of enemies, killing one of his guards.

Eleven seconds later, Alaka smashed the heads of two men with his axe, broke through the fifth rank, and killed two guards.

Sixteen seconds later, two chainmail infantrymen, clearly officers, arrived. Arakka chopped down one shieldman with an axe, and after some more time, finally seized a short sword, stabbing it into the unprotected eyes and throats of the two officers, breaking through the sixth rank.

Nineteen seconds later, Arakka easily pierced one man's dominant hand with his flying sword, then used the enemy as a shield to trap the axe blades of two others, snapped their necks, and used one of their axes to cleave the chest of a fourth man. The seventh rank broke through, and one member of the guard died.

Thales stared in disbelief at all this, watching as Arakka, unarmed, with fierce and violent momentum and instinctive fighting skills, snatched the enemy's weapon and broke through the interception of countless opponents.

Could this be... what that chuunibyou from my past life meant by "A knight never dies unarmed"?
Under the onslaught of the Kingdom's Wrath, Exter's light infantry line was swiftly penetrated like paper by him at a speed akin to a training run.

"Damn it, doesn't he get tired?" Wyatt, panting heavily behind him, sliced ​​open the throat of a wailing enemy on the ground with his sword and stared in astonishment at Arakka's charge: "We've been running the whole way, we haven't stopped at all!"

"Is this the first time you've heard his nickname?" Putile scoffed.

Ada, standing to the side, simply pursed her lips: This guy's movements are even smoother when facing multiple enemies and multiple attacks than they were five years ago.

Within minutes, they had broken through more than twenty rows of enemies.

But the Fury Guards on both sides continued to suffer casualties.

Thales realized with concern that Alaka's teeth were clenching tighter and tighter.

His breathing became increasingly rapid.

How much longer can his stamina last?

With a cold face, Arakka drove the hammer in its hand into its original owner's face, shoved aside the screaming enemy, and roared as it charged toward the next person.

He was an officer, fully armored, with a menacing double-edged axe in his hand.

He was shouting orders at something.

"He seems to be a commander," Thales thought, frowning as he listened to the other party's orders.

Kingdom Wrath is a legend.

Exter's soldiers had all heard of his name—and the legends of his battlefield exploits.

That terrifying man harbored the fury of the entire star system within him.

No one could ever stop his onslaught.

At least that's what Mammon Leroy, as the commander of the Leroy Light Infantry Battalion, had heard.

He has witnessed this firsthand today.

Lirok—the six-and-a-half-foot-tall northern man—frowned deeply. As he watched his large force being penetrated by the enemy as if it were nothing, he rubbed his double-edged axe, licked his teeth, and looked at Arakka ahead with eager anticipation.

With Liluo's super-class strength, he could have been a combat captain of a heavy armored axeman, but those damn heavy armors were just too expensive, and... he preferred to be a commander.

Many warriors who are blinded by rage lose their reason, becoming nothing but madness, neglecting their defenses, and lacking strategy.

But he wouldn't; Lirok knew that the truth of the battlefield lay not in killing, but in survival.

Lirok took a deep breath of cold air. He looked at Arakka, who was breaking through, then at Thales behind him, and at the guards on either side of him, and smiled slightly.

I've found your weakness.

Wrath of the Kingdom.

I have a holiday in October, but I have to attend classes for four days on the 1st, 2nd, 4th and 5th... damn it.

PS: "The Overlord Remains Strong" is my alternate account on Qidian!

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