The Immortal Genius Spearman

Chapter 59

“Haaargh!”

Boom!

“One more time!”

Kuaaaang!

Crash!

With a thunderous roar, the battering ram finally destroyed the gate of the Baroque Kingdom’s border guard base.

Smiles spread across the faces of the Spanian Kingdom’s assault soldiers.

But at that moment…

“I’ve beheaded the enemy commander!”

“……?”

A sudden shout came from behind.

Not only the assault soldiers but everyone nearby turned their heads to look back.

There, they saw the severed head of Falcon, impaled on a spear and raised high.

A soldier of the Baroque Kingdom shouted once more.

“I’ve beheaded the enemy commander! Drop your weapons and surrender!”

“Fa-Falcon, sir!”

“This can’t be….”

The soldiers of the Spanian Kingdom couldn’t hide their devastated expressions.

Falcon was a commander who could wield magic.

Although he was only a lieutenant, his combat prowess was far superior to most knights.

No one expected Falcon to die at such a border.

The soldiers turned their gaze to the man in front of them.

“Commander Crael, what do we do now?”

Crael was the deputy commander of Falcon’s unit and the one with command authority in his absence.

Crael’s expression hardened at his subordinates’ question.

“…….”

It was a situation where a decision was difficult to make.

They had opened the gate of the enemy base, but without Falcon, their fighting power was significantly reduced.

They could either surrender and beg for their lives or fight to the death.

All eyes were fixed on Crael.

Crael, with a determined expression, spoke as if making up his mind.

“……We will.”

Hearing Crael’s words, the soldiers all nodded in agreement.

* * *

“I’ve beheaded the enemy commander!”

Kyle shouted loudly as he raised Falcon’s severed head impaled on a spear.

The booming sound of his voice echoed across the entire mountain.

Dianal turned to Damian and said, “We’ve won!”

With the enemy commander dead, their morale would be utterly shattered.

If they surrender now, they can all be captured as prisoners, and this will end.

But…

“It won’t end that easily.”

“…Why not?”

Dianal asked at Damian’s words.

Even though their numbers were still superior, it was only marginal at this point.

More than fifty Spanian soldiers had already been killed by the special forces, and the number who died crossing the base was even greater. Now, even their commander was dead.

Of their three hundred troops, only slightly more than half remained.

Compared to the number of border guards in the 3rd division, the numbers were now almost even.

But those numbers were only effective when their commander was alive.

There was no reason to fight to the death.

However, Damian shook his head.

“They’ve got nowhere to return to. Even if they want to surrender, they can’t.”

“Then… does that mean they’ll keep fighting?”

Dianal asked.

But before Damian could answer, a loud shout erupted from the base.

“Aaaaargh!”

“Charge!”

Dianal quickly turned his head toward the sound from the base.

Before they knew it, the gate was breached, and the Spanian soldiers were rushing into the base.

Just as Damian said, they showed no intention of giving up the fight. Instead, their momentum surged as they shouted with even greater fervor.

Damian looked at the special forces and spoke.

“Break through these guys and head to the base as quickly as possible.”

They had already resolved themselves to die.

They intended to take down as many enemies as possible before they fell.

“We can’t just let that happen.”

He understood their desperation, but that didn’t mean he would willingly offer his neck.

The special forces’ eyes turned cold at Damian’s words.

Damian said, “Break through here quickly.”

“Yes, sir!”

They followed Damian and began to sprint up the mountain path.

* * *

Swish!

“You insane bastards! If you surrender, your lives will be spared!”

“Hahaha! The moment we surrender, we’re as good as dead anyway. How do you intend to save us?”

“The moment the operation failed, we lost our way back. This place will be your grave as well as ours!”

The soldiers of the Spanian Kingdom charged at the enemies like berserkers.

If they could at least take some of these guys with them, their families in the kingdom would be taken care of.

“Kill them!”

“Kill as many as you can before you die!”

The Spanian soldiers resisted fiercely, and gradually, the border guards began to fall one by one.

Pereron shouted loudly.

“Shoot arrows at the enemies entering the entrance! Don’t let them spread out!”

“Push them back with shields! Kill the ones coming through the entrance, one by one!”

A fierce power struggle began.

Was it the difference in desperation?

The Spanian soldiers slowly but surely pushed forward, swallowing the border guards.

“This is madness…!”

As their allies began to be pushed back, Pereron couldn’t hide his panic.

However, Vincent, fighting beside him, tried to remain as calm as possible while observing the situation.

‘The momentum is shifting…’

The madness gripping the Spanian soldiers was overwhelming.

Even when stabbed, they fought on like berserkers, and this insanity was crushing the spirit of the allied soldiers.

To end this madness, a decisive blow was needed.

But then—

Thud!

“Aaargh!”

A person flew from the entrance into the base.

Everyone’s attention turned to the spot where the person had landed.

And at that moment…

Slash!

A shadow moved like lightning, beheading the Spanian soldier in front of him.

Spurt!

Blood gushed out like a fountain under immense pressure.

And in front of them…

“Those who resist will die. Drop your weapons,” Damian declared, his killing intent sharper than the madness of the Spanian soldiers.

* * *

Vincent had seen eyes like those before, long ago.

They were the eyes of seasoned generals, men who had survived battle after battle, crossing mountains of corpses.

‘How… how could…?’

How could he encounter such eyes here?

Even knowing he was on the same side, his body felt as if it were paralyzed.

That overwhelming presence was emanating from Damian.

“Those who resist will die. Drop your weapons.”

The man who was flung into the base had his chest completely crushed—a single blow had killed him instantly.

The overwhelming performance and presence that followed made the nearby Spanian soldiers flinch momentarily.

But then…

“You bastard!”

Three Spanian soldiers rushed at Damian at once, driven by the sole desire to kill him, abandoning any sense of defense.

Swish.

Damian’s spear lightly swung back.

Shiiiiing!

Damian drew on his mana core, channeling it throughout his body.

With four-star level mana, his body rapidly strengthened.

Vrrrmmm!

His spear began to vibrate slightly.

And in an instant, a flash.

Before the charging soldiers could even swing their swords—

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Damian’s spear pierced through their bodies, sending them to the afterlife.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

It happened in an instant.

The Spanian soldiers, as well as Pereron, were left speechless.

How could a spear strike so quickly?

‘Is this his true strength?’

Pereron was awestruck. Damian’s spear had been so fast that even his eyes couldn’t follow it.

Moreover…

‘…It’s not just about speed.’

Vincent observed closely.

The moment the spear, pulled back slightly, was thrust into the opponent.

‘An unbelievable sequence.’

It was a spear technique that killed with minimal movement.

He thrust just deep enough to ensure instant death and pulled back only to the extent needed to gather strength for the next kill.

Thrust, pull, and thrust again.

It was a simple act performed with astonishing efficiency.

How many among them even recognized what they were witnessing?

“…….”

Vincent felt chills run down his spine.

And he wasn’t alone.

The Spanian soldiers, who had been swinging their swords madly just moments ago, were now hesitating, frozen in place.

Vincent shouted!

“Stop! If you halt now, we’ll find a way. We understand the situation you’re in… we’ll find a way!”

Finally, his words reached them.

The soldiers, having lost all hope of victory, didn’t know what to do.

Clatter.

“I… I surrender.”

“I can’t die here.”

Clatter, clink, clank!

One by one, they dropped their swords to the ground and knelt.

With the rapid spread of defeat, all remaining soldiers accepted their loss and surrendered.

Pereron shouted.

“Restrain them all!”

Though they were restrained, they planned to treat them as humanely as possible.

After securing the prisoners, the border guards surveyed the bodies scattered inside the base.

Fallen comrades and enemies alike.

The number of dead, both inside and outside the base, easily exceeded two hundred.

Just a few hours.

In those few hours of battle, so many had died.

“…….”

Still, there was a sense of gratitude that the death toll hadn’t been even higher.

If they hadn’t surrendered and continued to fight…

‘Most of us here would have died.’

Vincent looked at Damian, resting amid the busy border guards.

That man…

‘He saved everyone here.’

His mind felt muddled.

“Is the battle truly over?”

Vincent muttered softly as he gazed at the distant rising sun.

And then…

Swish.

Damian quietly observed the busy border guards.

Soon, this event would be reported to the legion.

‘When that happens, the kingdom will have no choice but to act.’

It was already clear that the Empire had used the Spanian Kingdom to attack them.

This was an undeniable provocation, a disgraceful act that could not be overlooked.

The kingdom would surely examine the situation thoroughly and would not let it slide.

‘If that happens…’

Damian closed his eyes quietly.

This might accelerate the timeline of war, but one thing was certain.

“…The war is about to begin.”

The inevitable was drawing closer, faster than they had anticipated.