Chapter 50
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Chapter 50: Blood and Mist
Midi was a Demon Swordman, not a roaming gunslinger.
Even if he were a roaming gunslinger, he couldn’t use the Spinning Blade. That weapon belonged solely to the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry and required years of training to master. Though Midi, as a reincarnator, knew much about the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry’s tactics, his expertise came from a commander’s viewpoint, not a Spinning Blade wielder’s.
This made Midi the only melee fighter in the entire team.
Yet he didn’t slow the assault. Instead, in this battle demanding maximum destruction at top speed, Midi charged ahead of everyone.
Three hundred Nightblade Leopard Cavalry struggled to keep pace with him, even at full gallop!
The Elves’ Spinning Blades cut through enemies like straw, but Midi was far more fearsome. The black-haired boy tore through the battlefield as if no one stood in his path, never slowing.
Clad in black leather, his hair whipping in the cold wind, Midi wielded a massive black iron greatsword instead of his usual Lightsaber. The blade, taller than a man, roared with each swing, crushing foes along with their weapons and armor.
Beneath him, the Blood Fang Panther matched his ferocity. A single swipe from its paw flung Heavy Knights aside, and its iron-like hide deflected blades. Together, they carved a path of carnage.
One man, one sword, one beast—unstoppable.
The Crimson Flame Legion’s chaotic camp split open, a bloody breach through which the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry poured like a spear thrust.
“Follow my blade!” Midi roared. The Blood Fang Panther surged forward.
Midi’s greatsword swept out, generating a gale that shattered the knights’ newly formed shield wall. Oak tower shields exploded into splinters, while soldiers on the flanks were hurled back, bleeding and broken.
The cavalry charged onward without pause.
So strong—unbelievably strong!
Klasty, straining to keep up, marveled anew. He’d doubted how this Lightsaber-wielding speedster could contribute to mounted combat. Command? Morale-boosting? Could he even swing that clumsy greatsword?
Yet here was the answer: Midi handled the unwieldy blade as easily as he’d tamed the Blood Fang Panther, each strike radiating mountain-splitting force.
Three hundred riders versus forty-five hundred defenders? A death trap for most. The Nightblade Leopard Cavalry should’ve kited enemies at range. But with Midi leading, they crushed all resistance. This wasn’t just momentum—they dominated the field.
Fighting behind such a monster might not be so bad, Klasty mused.
Midi’s command cut through the haze: “Shift formation! Full firepower!”
The wedge-shaped charge dissolved. Center riders slowed as flankers surged ahead, reshaping the cavalry into a crescent mid-charge—a perfect trap for their target: the Crimson Flame Legion’s mages.
This was the raid’s true goal: annihilate the enemy spellcasters.
The Legion’s name came from its fire mages. Multiple level 35 chief magicians wielded secret arts to amplify their spells’ power and range, achieving a record 900-meter reach—outstripping even longbows.
This magical supremacy let the Legion dominate battles. When Midi ambushed York County and Fina unleashed her Magic Beam barrage, General Red Fox had immediately ordered saturation bombing—a sound tactic against normal foes. But against Midi and that genius girl, it failed.
Now, however, the Elves lacked the Queen of Magic. Their best wandering gunslingers’ charged shots barely reached 260 meters.
Two hundred sixty meters against nine hundred meters—there was no chance of victory.
Fortunately, such long-range attacks required strict conditions and could only be executed by chief magicians above level 35. The average magicians of the Crimson Flame Legion had an effective range of three hundred meters, still surpassing the Elven army’s capabilities.
A forty-meter advantage in range could tip the scales in an even battle, let alone when facing odds of two thousand against seven thousand.
Midi feared their long-range magic bombardments most.
That’s why he’d devised a special route to force a “chance encounter” with the Crimson Flame Legion in the Birch Forest. Using terrain tactics, he stifled their Elementalist firepower and created this ambush by eliminating their scouts.
In the thick fog, the Elementalists’ magic waves stood out clearly. Alice had guided Midi to their position, while the Crimson Flame Legion, blinded by the fog, struggled to grasp the battlefield. Unprepared and without knights or soldiers to shield them, the Elementalists now faced three hundred Nightblade Leopard Cavalry and their whirling Spinning Blades.
Every plan, every maneuver—all led to this moment: destroying the Crimson Flame Legion’s prized mages.
“Kill!” Midi roared.
Silver blades sliced through the mist. Limbs flew. Blood soaked the ground. Screams mingled with the clash of steel as the Spinning Blades carved through the Elementalists.
The magicians finally realized they were the targets. They tried chanting spells amid the chaos, but the fog’s thirty-meter visibility doomed them. Thirty meters—the perfect range for the Elves’ Spinning Blades, yet lethally close for spellcasting.
By the time a magician spotted an enemy and began chanting, a cold arrow would silence them. The Nightblade Leopard Cavalry, weaving through the fog, struck like ghosts.
Desperate, the magicians unleashed area spells—Flame Impact, Thunder and Fire, Ice Feast—ignoring the risk to allies. But their magic faltered, weakened by at least twenty percent.
The Fog Demon wasn’t just a veil—it drained magic from spells to grow stronger. Each area attack fed it further. Meanwhile, the cavalry’s magic-resistant armor and speed let them dodge the telegraphed spells with ease.
The more spells cast, the thicker the fog became. Severed limbs piled up. The Crimson Flame Legion’s mages dwindled rapidly, trapped in their own camp by three hundred riders.
“Enough!” A level 35 chief magician began chanting a spell to scatter the fog, even as two apprentices shielded him with Ice Shields.
But a black-haired boy atop a Nightblade Panther erupted from the mist. His greatsword fell like a meteor.
Demon Swordman skill—Mountain Shatter.
