“Kill the bastard.”
“Let’s kill him and sacrifice his heart to Embinyu’s God!”
The Embinyu Church’s pursuers pounced like little demons within the flames.
As he rode Yellowy, Weed’s eyes became infinitely cold.
Like an air conditioner set at 18°C (64°F) in an empty bank*, the glint in his eyes was lonely,
forlorn, and yet violent.
[T/N: We're not exactly sure about this idiom. We think it's something along the lines of the
air conditioner feeling lonely because it's working hard in an empty bank.]
If the monsters were strong, he became stronger by hunting and any means necessary.
The words “cowardly” or “dirty” didn’t exist in Weed’s dictionary. He used any means to
destroy those who blocked his path.
He always fought while giving his all, so there was no need to hear he was underhanded.
“Kill him.” The Dark Knights rode their exhausted, frothing horses and were nearly up the hill.
Weed extended his hand forward. “Blessing.”
You’ve used the High Priest’s Blessing. Physical abilities will be
enhanced for 20 minutes.
The High Priest’s Blessing increased Maximum Health and Mana by about 30% and raised all
stats by 20%! In the past when he was at a lower level, it raised his stats by nearly half.
He could use the High Priest’s Blessing through the ring’s power once a day anywhere.
During that time, it was a moment where Weed felt like a Warrior, not a Sculptor.
Weed slapped Yellowy’s rump with his palm.
“Let’s go, Yellowy!”
Yellowy ran on all fours and sped down the hill. He accelerated as he went down the slope,
making his flesh vibrate.
He wasn’t just as fast as a horse. He was faster.
Power!
He charged with his heavy weight and speed.
A Dark Knight came stabbing straight at them. He was extremely fast and was delicately
aiming for the neck. It was a sight of a truly skillful Knight of the Embinyu Church.
Weed ducked his head, narrowly dodging and grazing past a sword, and also raised his
sword.
“Moonlight Sculpting Blade!”
He struck the neck of the armorless horse and toppled it along with the Knight.
Even before Yellowy took another two steps, another Dark Knight came at him.
“DIE!”
The enemy Knight swung his ax so fiercely, Weed felt the wind pressure!
If he blocked the weapons the galloping Knights swung head-on, he feared durability of his
sword would fall or break. Weed’s weapons were maintained at their maximum condition, but
there was no need to clash deliberately.
‘Make a gap.’
Weed moved Yellowy half a step to the side as he swung his sword.
A tactic using the short range of an ax and the length of his sword! He was able to
decapitate the Dark Knight with the wide gap he purposely made.
The art of attacking in unity with the bull!
In a fight between Knights, the outcome sometimes depended on the steed.
Weed treated Yellowy like an extension of his hand as he engaged in battle.
*Neeiighhh!*
The horses the Dark Knights were riding on puffed breathless gasps as they rose up the hill.
When they saw Yellowy’s dangerously transformed eyes, they lost considerable fighting spirit.
M-O-O-O. Oo. Oo. Oo!
In the frenzy, Yellowy was on the verge of going crazy!
As he struck with his hind legs and rammed with his horns, the horses fell underneath him
without fail. On all fours, Yellowy fundamentally combined offence and defence.
On the bull’s wide back, Weed could use his sword favorably.
Like a wild raging beast, he swung his sword left and right between enemies.
Every time he grazed past the Dark Knights, spear and sword clashed. His sword flashed as
Dark Knights undoubtedly fell to the ground.
Exactly one each for every breath!
“Yellowy, let’s go!”
Weed rode Yellowy in between the Dark Knights.
For riders donning armor, just falling to the ground alone was enough to sustain a nearly
fatal blow. Regardless of the excellent defense of the Knights’ armor, it was a situation where
the weight of the armor worked against them.
Weed was dominating the Dark Knights with effective and precise attacks every time their
paths briefly crossed.
The Knights and the horses were exhausted, and on top of it all, their pace had slowed while
ascending the hill. On the other hand, as Weed ran down the slope with his strength and
momentum at their peak, comparable to the collision force of the Knights.
The use of strategy and tactics!
He lured in monsters to deal damage to them, and made it so they couldn’t rest, to drain
their Stamina.
It was a different method from the one he used while fighting with the Orcs and Elves. Orcs
were easily lured by bait, while Elves disliked dirty things. Since they used archery, magic, and
spiritual power, he had to lead them in close combat.
Each race’s trait or code of action followed a method of fighting, deciding the strategy and
tactics.
Even if it was a minor fight, Weed commanded it with an advantageous battlefield.
However, his blazing heart only wanted more enemies without measure. When he saw many
overwhelming e