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Chapter 390 Monokuma Did His Best
When the boiling, rapid footsteps, like muffled thunder, came from the depths of the forest on the other side of the stream, carried by the wind, pierced through the helmet and struck the eardrums, the black and white bear's face instantly turned serious.

Judging from the sound, the enemy in the opposite forest was definitely not a small group of scouts; it was an organized assault, and the enemy's numbers far exceeded ours!
"javelin!"

With a low growl, the black and white bear snatched a heavy javelin from a soldier beside him. Then, with a twist of his waist, he released his full strength like a spring compressed to its limit. The javelin, whistling through the air, flew out of his hand and became a streak of black light, plunging into the dark forest on the opposite bank.

"Crack...knock..."

The javelin hurtled through the darkness, snapping countless twigs before disappearing deep into the night.

The boisterous footsteps abruptly ceased, and the forest instantly fell into an eerie silence, as if the approaching killing intent had been nothing more than an illusion.

However, this deathly silence lasted only for the blink of an eye.

The next second, the silent forest erupted like a powder keg, bursting forth with a cold, hoarse, yet frenzied and bloodthirsty roar.

"For King Charles and Poseidon!!!"

"Roar!!!"

As if responding to this fervent battle cry, hundreds of figures surged out of the shadows of the forest like a black torrent bursting its banks.

They wore dark blue, mud-stained leather armor or simple robes, their eyes burning with an almost tangible fanaticism, their armed swords and round shields, as well as half-swords, held high in their hands.

As if driven by the will of Poseidon, these fanatical Miniseyan soldiers ignored the cold stream and the slippery pebbles under their feet, and jumped into the stream without hesitation, shattering the calm of the water and splashing up large swaths of muddy water.

"Musketeers, fire freely!"

Monokuma's orders remained clear amidst the roars of the enemy's charge. To his left and right, more than ten Bagnian musketeers and marksmen from the Tia family's private army quickly stepped forward, their guns pointed at the black waves rushing in through the water.

"Bang... bang..."

Gunfire rang out sporadically, unexpectedly sparse. Lead bullets struck the charging crowd, splattering a few tiny splashes of blood, taking down only three or four fanatical soldiers at the forefront. It had no effect whatsoever on Monokuma's expectations, failing to disrupt the enemy's rhythm and momentum.

"Damn it!"

Monokuma glanced at it and knew it was caused by the damp, rainy weather. He could only curse and raise his two-handed greatsword.

"Hold on, don't back down!"

The Bagnian soldiers and the Tia family guards gritted their teeth and followed the black and white bear on both sides, forming a makeshift shield wall, waiting for the enemy to advance.

The two forces collided violently, one standing on the bank of the stream, the other rushing towards them from the opposite side, wading through the water.

The clanging of metal against metal, the muffled thud of flesh striking shields, the dying screams, and the frenzied battle cries erupted in an instant.

Bagnia's defensive line shook violently like a dam being battered by giant waves. Fanatical Minisian soldiers fiercely rammed their round shields against Bagnia's shields, trying to break through the gaps. Their longswords and half-swords were like venomous snakes, stabbing wildly from above, below, and through the gaps in the shields.

As soon as the battle began, the Bagnians, who were defending their positions, suffered considerable losses.

To the left of Monokuma, a Bagnian shield bearer who was covering him was pierced through the neck and chest by several longswords thrusting at him simultaneously, and his shield fell to the ground.

Behind the swordsmen and shieldmen, a spearman from the Tia family had just stabbed down an enemy when an enemy charging from the side smashed his round shield into his face, causing his nose to collapse and blood to gush out. Then, due to impaired vision, the enemy swung his sword and slit his throat.

Bagnia's shield wall defenses, outnumbered and relentlessly attacked by the enemy, were forced to retreat and were locked in a fierce battle, with men falling every second.

"Go away!"

Just as the defensive line was on the verge of collapse, a furious roar rang out like thunder, and Monokuma, who was standing in the middle of the defensive line, moved.

Like an enraged ancient beast, he gripped the 1.9-meter-long two-handed greatsword tightly with both hands. The massive blade seemed weightless in his hands, and with a terrifying shriek that tore through the air, he swung it forward with a mighty sweep.

The three Minisian soldiers at the forefront had their necks grazed by the lightning-fast blade, and their blood spurted out like a fountain into the stream and mud.

Immediately afterwards, the two-handed greatsword in Monokuma's hand continued its momentum, and as he turned his body, it slammed hard into the fourth soldier's round shield.

The sturdy wooden shield immediately cracked open, and the front half of the two-handed sword got stuck in it.

Before the swordsman could do anything, Monokuma thrust his hands forward, and the tip of his sword pierced the enemy's chest, causing him to lose strength and fall into the stream.

Monokuma drew his two-handed greatsword with a backhand motion, took a step forward, and his massive body leaped into the water like a moving fortress. He then lowered his stance, his center of gravity shifting, his feet firmly planted on the streambed.

Monokuma's arm muscles bulged like steel nooses, and power burst from his waist and abdomen, instantly transmitting to the sword hilt. This caused the 1.9-meter-long giant sword to begin a violent, horizontal, sweeping rotation centered on him.

Woo... Buzz...

The terrifying sound of air being torn apart instantly drowned out all the noise on the battlefield. The greatsword transformed into a death whirlwind with a diameter of more than three meters and a cold, gleaming light. Wherever the sword's edge touched, the air seemed to be torn apart!

The Minisian soldiers who rushed forward to try to surround and attack were swept away by the greatsword before they could even react.

The two enemies at the front tried to raise their shields to block, but their shields and arms were cleanly severed, and they fell down screaming.

Another person tried to rush over and slash with his sword under the cover of his teammates, but the armed sword in his hand was knocked away like a withered branch. Then, his chest was cut open by the greatsword with its remaining force, and his internal organs sprayed out.

The third soldier behind the two tried to retreat in terror, but the spinning sword tip, like the sting of a scorpion, precisely swept across his neck, severing half of it. The sword tip, still carrying his body, crashed into the stream, and blood immediately stained the water like spilled ink!
Monokuma killed three enemies with a single spin, but this was just the beginning.

The black and white bear, like a tireless killing top, continued its violent spinning in the stream.

Second lap.

The third lap.

Each spin of the Monokuma brings an even more terrifying killing radius, the giant sword carrying destructive kinetic energy, whether slashing, sweeping, or slashing.

Enemies who tried to get close to him, whether raising their shields to defend or swinging their swords to parry, all seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of the momentum and speed generated by Monokuma's spinning greatsword.

The oak round shield with iron bits was split open, the repeatedly forged armored sword was cut in half, and the rivet chainmail that pierced through four was torn apart.

The severed limbs of the Minieses flew everywhere, accompanied by their agonizing screams. In just two or three minutes, the space and enemies around the black and white bear were cleared by his two-handed greatsword, and the stream was completely dyed a dazzling crimson.

"monster!!!"

"Don't go near him, back away, back away quickly!!!"

The Minesian soldiers' fervor was completely crushed by the efficient killing brought about by the black and white bear's amazing martial arts skills. More than twenty mutilated corpses made them retreat in terror, trying to escape the vortex of flesh and blood.

The black and white bear, like a blood-soaked demon, was invincible, creating a vacuum of death in the surging black waves.

However, he was not invincible. As the enemy retreated, Monokuma also felt some fatigue and had to stop the "Helicopter Sword Stance".

This pause gave the enemy hiding behind him an opportunity.

clang!
Suddenly, a half-sword slashed at Monokuma's left shoulder. Amidst the ear-piercing clang of metal, sparks flew, and the impact caused Monokuma to stagger.

However, his three layers of armor proved effective; the outermost breastplate absorbed most of the kinetic energy, while the inner chainmail and soft armor dispersed the remaining impact.

I felt a sharp pain and numbness in my shoulder, but the bones were not broken and the muscles were not damaged.

Without turning his head, Monokuma thrust his two-handed greatsword back under his arm. With a soft thud, the feel from the hilt told him that the tip of the sword had pierced the enemy's chest.

The black and white bear's injury gave the spearman on the side an opportunity. The spearman silently rushed forward and stabbed at the relatively weak rib joint with a cunning spearhead.

Monokuma, who was retrieving his weapon, had no time to react or block. He could only take the attack head-on. The spear tip pierced through his robe and slammed into the ring of his chainmail.

The locking ring groaned and deformed, and the enormous force caused Monokuma to stagger, a piercing pain shooting through his ribs as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer.

But the chainmail and inner soft armor once again proved their worth. The spearhead was blocked by the tough metal rings and the cushioning soft armor, failing to pierce the flesh and leaving only a large bruise.

Another fearless enemy, taking advantage of the moment when Monokuma was wielding his sword to kill the spearman, roared and pounced at his feet, stabbing his short sword fiercely at the relatively weak connection of Monokuma's inner thigh armor.

Keng!
The short sword pierced the edge of the outer iron plate of the skirt armor, but was firmly stuck by the tough inner chainmail.

Monokuma could even feel the cold tip of the sword piercing his flesh through his chainmail. He roared and slammed the greatsword down like swatting a fly. The heavy spine of the sword struck the enemy's back hard, and a clear sound of bones cracking rang out. The enemy collapsed into the stream like a broken sack, lifeless.

The injury to the black and white bear gave the Minieses hope, and they pounced on it once again.

Just then, the remaining Bagnian soldiers behind Monokuma caught up. Although they numbered only about twenty, they held off the enemy's counterattack and bought Monokuma a chance to catch his breath.

Monokuma took several deep breaths to get some oxygen and regain some strength before lifting his greatsword and walking forward again.

Although each attack brought intense shock and pain, each one caused Monokuma's movements to become slightly distorted.

The three layers of armor pressed heavily on his breathing, and sweat mixed with blood and rainwater streamed down from the edge of his helmet, blurring his vision.

But Monokuma continues to fight.

Relying on the amazing protection provided by the three layers of armor and his own strong physique, he withstood several potentially fatal attacks, although he suffered severe pain in many parts of his body, and his armor was covered with sword marks, dents, and stuck broken blades.

But the black and white bear remained standing, the deathly whirlwind of his giant sword continuing unabated. Like a rock stubbornly standing firm in a torrent, he used the most ferocious method to firmly pin down the sharp edge of the Miniese charge.

Standing on a boulder on the opposite bank of the stream, Colonel Mordred coldly observed the battle, his face ashen. He watched as the black and white bear rampaged through the crowd like a humanoid beast, each swing and rotation of its greatsword claiming a life and severely hindering the advance.

“Foolish mountain barbarians…”

Colonel Mordred's lips curled into an angry smile, his eyes showing no pity for the soldiers' casualties, only annoyance at the thwarted tactics.

He made a quick decision and growled at a soldier holding a bugle beside him.

"Sound the horn! Order the left wing to circle around and pursue the target... Hurry!"

"Woo...Woo...Woo..."

Three short, sharp bugle calls pierced through the deafening sounds of battle.

Among the Minisian soldiers who were entangled with the Bagnian defense line, about forty or fifty men on the left flank, upon receiving orders, immediately abandoned their head-on confrontation with the "beast" Black and White Bear and the gradually solidifying shield formation. Like cunning hyenas, they used the cover of their comrades and the complex terrain by the creek to quickly outflank the battlefield.

Their objective was crystal clear: bypass the defenses that the black and white bears were desperately holding up, and head straight for the Tia family women and children who were stumbling and fleeing into the distance, as well as Elena Tia, who was being protected among them.

Centurion Torres, who was fleeing, looked back and knew that the situation was bad. He immediately thought of Lord Black and White Bear's instructions before the battle. He looked at Elena, who was running with small, quick steps, and gritted his teeth, shouting to the two strong women beside him.

"Quick, carry Her Highness the Princess and run!"

"What!?"

Elena turned around, not understanding what Centurion Torres meant.

"Quickly carry Her Highness the Princess and run! I'll take men to cover our retreat!"

The strong woman was a member of the Tia family. She had received instructions from Centurion Torres beforehand and understood that Miss Elena was the most important person at this time.

So the two ran forward, one grabbing Elena's shoulder while the other crouched down in front of her. Working together, they pinned Elena behind the strong woman, one carrying her on their back and the other supporting her. They moved swiftly, quickly overtaking the elderly and children of the Tia family and taking the lead before running off in another direction.

"Run, head south, and don't look back!"

Torres shouted orders at the strong woman who was carrying Elena and the five guards who followed her. Then he stopped and turned to face the dozens of Minisian flanking troops who were pouncing on him like wolves.

On Torres' left and right, more than twenty sick Bagnian soldiers with old wounds also stopped and followed behind him.

"Warriors of Bagnia, for His Highness Chris, we..."

"Fight to the death, never retreat!!!"

(End of this chapter)