The battlefield was tense.
The air was filled with the scent of blood and steel.
The Berserk Knights stood at the ready, their red and black armor gleaming under the light.
Their opponents, though numerous, were nothing more than fodder in their eyes.
The enemy knights staggered, eyes wide with shock and confusion.
"Who the hell are they?" one knight muttered, gripping his sword tighter.
"They landed from the height of the walls… and yet their legs aren’t even broken! They don’t even look exhausted!"
"Impossible…"
"By the gods… How…?"
"And their magic aura… It’s so dense… they are similar to the commanders."
"That immense… crushing pressure."
Whispers spread through their ranks like wildfire. Some thought these warriors were demons, others speculated they were some kind of elite imperial force. None of them had seen anything like it before.
Freya narrowed her eyes as she observed the mysterious warriors. "Who the hell are they…?"
Serilda, beside her, studied the newcomers with a sharp gaze.
"Judging from their heavy destructive weaponry, I would say they hail from the northern part of the continent."
"Most likely members of a barbarian tribe. Seems the Emperor has been busy getting replacements after he relieved us of our positions."
Freya’s grip on her sword tightened. "It doesn’t matter who they are," she said coldly. "They will die here today."
Serilda exhaled, her eyes flickering with caution. "Do not underestimate them. Not only did they survive landing from such a height, but I almost suspect they leaped over in the first place." She glanced back at the battlefield, watching as the red-and-black knights carved their way through soldiers like they were nothing more than wheat before a scythe. "The barbarians have always believed that might is right. But if Arkanos thinks he can keep us at bay with brute force alone, then he must really be underestimating us."
Serilda pulled her sword and pointed it at them as she issued a command, "Soldiers, onward!"
With a large battle cry the knights began charging at them.
Utilia smirked, revealing her sharp teeth.
"So many small fries piled up in one place like sardines."
She slammed her gauntlets together, making them spark.
"Kind of makes you just wanna slaughter them all."
Grandul let out a deep chuckle, rolling his shoulders. "My thoughts exactly, Captain."
Daric, already gripping his war hammer tightly, flashed a wild grin. "Yeah! Let’s smash all of them!"
Keth, sighed and shook his head. "Is ’smash’ really the only word in your vocabulary, Daric?"
Daric puffed out his chest. "Smash is the best word for smash. It’s cool and powerful, just the way I like it!"
Rurik adjusted his stance and let out a breath. "We should get this over with quickly. Opponents of this number shouldn’t be a problem for us."
Jarek chuckled, tapping the spike of his hammer against the ground. "I second that. Hey, wanna count who smashes the most heads?"
A moment of silence passed before a wicked grin spread across Grandul’s face. "Now that sounds like fun."
Utilia exhaled, raising her gauntleted hand before clenching it into a fist. "Fine. Just don’t get sloppy."
"Alright boys! Let’s go bath ourselves in some blood!"
The Berserk Knights charged behind her, their battle cries shaking the battlefield as they descended upon their helpless prey.
The opposing knights scrambled to organize themselves, raising their swords and channeling glowing blue aura into their blades. Mages stood behind them, chanting incantations, their staves crackling with energy. But the Berserk Knights were already upon them.
Experience tales at freewebnovel
Utilia was the first to move. With a single stomp, the ground beneath her cracked, sending dust and debris spiraling upward. Her red aura flared violently, crackling like flames. In a blur, she shot forward, her gauntlet-clad fists cutting through the air with terrifying force.
BOOM!
Her right fist plowed into the first knight’s chest, shattering his ribcage instantly. Blood sprayed as his body folded inward before launching backward like a cannonball, smashing through two others behind him. She pivoted on her heel, twisting her upper body before swinging a brutal left hook into another knight’s helmet.
The sheer impact sent his head flying clean off his shoulders, his body crumpling to the ground in a heap.
"G-Gods! Fall back! Maintain formation—!" One of the knights tried to bark orders, but his words were cut off as Grandul came crashing into their ranks like a living meteor.
Grandul swung his war hammer in a wide arc, its massive head glowing red-hot from his aura. The hammer connected with a knight’s torso, caving it in completely with a sickening crunch. Blood and viscera sprayed across the battlefield as the unfortunate soul was flung aside like a ragdoll.
"Too slow!" Grandul growled, spinning on his heel to dodge a downward sword slash. Sparks flew as the blade scraped against the ground where he once stood. Without missing a beat, he drove his hammer straight up into the attacker’s chin. The impact snapped the knight’s head backward with a loud crack, his spine severing instantly before his lifeless body collapsed.
To the left, Daric smashed through a cluster of knights like an unstoppable force of nature. With a wild grin, he hoisted his hammer high, then slammed it down with both hands, generating a localized shockwave that cracked the stone ground beneath him. The three knights caught in the attack were lifted off their feet, their armor crumpling as they were thrown like broken dolls.
"SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! HAHAHA!" Daric bellowed, spinning mid-air to parry an incoming blade with the handle of his hammer, then countering with a devastating sideways swing that crushed the knight’s skull like an overripe fruit.
"Stop them! The mages—support with magic!!"
The enemy mages raised their staves, golden light gathering at their fingertips. Bolts of fire and lightning surged forward, streaking toward the Berserk Knights.
But just before the magic could hit—
FZZZZZT!
A red magical aura surrounding the Berserk Knights flared like a violent storm, distorting the air itself.
The incoming spells fizzled out upon contact, as if their energy was simply devoured by the overwhelming force emanating from the berserk warriors.
"H-HOW?! Our magic isn’t working!" one of the mages screamed.
Rurik’s cold voice echoed through the battlefield. "Did you really think such weak tricks would work on us?"
With a burst of speed, Rurik weaved through the enemy formation, his war hammer gripped low.
His precise movements allowed him to evade every sword strike aimed at him.
As a knight lunged, Rurik ducked low, his body twisting to the side. He brought his hammer up in a brutal uppercut, shattering the knight’s helmet and sending fragments of bone and metal scattering into the wind.
Updat𝓮d from freewēbnoveℓ.com.
Jarek, not far behind him, sidestepped an overhead slash with ease, then retaliated with a quick one-handed swing of his hammer. The weapon’s spike punched through the knight’s throat, lodging deep before Jarek yanked it free, letting blood spray out like a fountain.
"Too easy," Jarek muttered before his gaze locked onto Rurik. A smirk formed.
"Oi, keeping count? I think I’m ahead," he teased, wiping a streak of blood off his cheek.
Rurik huffed. "We’ll see about that."
Keth, the youngest of the Berserk Knights, moved like a shadow. Unlike the others—his speed was his weapon. As a knight swung at him, Keth simply vanished completely from view, dodging the blade at the last possible second before flipping over the attacker’s head. Mid-air, he twisted his body, gripping his war hammer tightly.
CRACK!
His hammer came down like a bolt of lightning, caving in the knight’s skull as he landed gracefully behind the collapsing body.
"Tch, all of you are too slow," Keth muttered, already dashing toward his next prey.
The battlefield was soon painted in blood.
The enemy knights, despite their numbers, were being butchered mercilessly. Their strategies crumbled, their formations shattered. The ground beneath them was littered with broken bodies, severed limbs, and shattered weapons.
Utilia stood at the center of it all, her blood-streaked gauntlet clenched into a fist. She surveyed the carnage with excited grin.
"Hmph, has been a long time since I let loose like this. It feels good. Though this is barely a warm-up," she scoffed, before lunging forward again, her fist shattering another knight’s ribcage upon impact.
The battlefield was in complete chaos.
The enemy knights watched as every attempt... Every attack, magical, or physical didn’t seem to work.
An entire army was getting slaughtered by a group of six! Not only that, the faces they made as they slaughtered them.
It shook them to their core!
They were now gripped by fear and confusion. Their blades, infused with glowing aura, clashed against the Berserk Knights’ bodies but failed to inflict any real damage. Their strikes were dodged with unnatural speed, their formations shattered within moments.
"What the hell are these monsters?!" a knight cried, barely rolling away as Grandul’s hammer smashed into the ground, sending a shockwave that knocked several of his allies off their feet.
"Our attacks aren’t doing anything! Even our aura blades can’t cut through them!" another shouted in desperation, parrying a heavy swing from Daric before being sent flying by a brutal counterattack.
"The mages! Call for support! We need more magic!"
The enemy mages redoubled their efforts, their hands weaving complex incantations. Balls of fire roared to life in their palms before launching toward the Berserk Knights.
FWOOOSH!
The fireballs hurtled through the air, their blazing heat distorting the surroundings.
But just before impact—
BOOM!
Utilia shot forward like a blur, her gauntlet-clad fist swiping through the incoming flames. The fireball shattered on impact, exploding harmlessly into embers. The red magical aura surrounding the Berserk Knights swirled violently, dispersing the residual energy into nothing.
"Tch! It’s useless!" one of the mages yelled. "Our spells aren’t even scratching them!"
Desperation spread through their ranks.
"Bring in the catapults! We need heavy artillery to take them down!"
A group of knights rushed to a nearby catapult, loading a massive boulder onto its sling. With a loud creak, they fired the projectile directly at Utilia.
She didn’t even flinch.
As the boulder hurtled toward her, she lunged forward, leaping into the air with inhuman speed. Her gauntleted hand shot out, grabbing the massive rock mid-flight.
The battlefield fell silent for a brief moment.
Then, with an effortless twist of her body, she spun mid-air and hurled the boulder back at them with devastating force.
CRASH!
The catapult and the knights operating it were instantly obliterated. A deafening explosion of stone and blood sent shockwaves through the battlefield.
Freya and Serilda stood in the distance, their faces darkened with disbelief.
"This isn’t just brute strength…" Serilda muttered, gripping her sword tightly. "They’re on an entirely different level."
Freya exhaled sharply, her eyes narrowing as she watched Utilia move with terrifying precision. "At this rate, we’ll lose every last knight before the hour’s even up. We need to step in."
Utilia locked eyes with them from across the battlefield.
A wide, dangerous grin spread across her face.
"I see some real warriors over there," she mused, cracking her knuckles.
She turned to her men. "Handle the rest. I’ll be going for the main course."
"Alright Captain!" They all responded.
Then, with a sudden burst of speed, she charged straight at Freya and Serilda.