Reborn As Noble

Chapter 275 Fear and Fury ( 275 )

The Elite Pekko Unit noticed the signal from Lord Garius—his banner raised high atop the hill, flapping majestically in the wind. Without hesitation, the unit commander bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos of the battlefield.

”Regroup on the hill! Form up near our lord!”

The armored knights urged their Pekkos forward, the mounts squawking eagerly as they raced back to the elevated position. Their movements were swift and disciplined, unlike the chaotic enemy forces struggling to maintain order.

Down below, the enemy soldiers desperately attempted to form a circle, shields raised and weapons trembling in their hands.

But the Pekkos—those strange, bird-like mounts—mocked them.

”Cuquawk! Cuquawk!”

The sound was eerie, like seagulls laughing at doomed sailors before a storm swallowed them whole.

Then, the Pekko riders lifted their strange cylindrical weapons.

The enemy soldiers squinted, confused.

Glowing crystals shot through the air, leaving streaks of blue light behind.

”Arrows! Take them down before they reach us!” a panicked captain roared.

The enemy archers loosed their shots, their arrows striking the glowing objects mid-air—

Beep.

Beep.

Beep-beep-beep—

BOOOOOOOOM!!!

The sky erupted in flames. The shockwave tore through their ranks, sending bodies flying. Screams filled the battlefield as men were thrown like ragdolls, their formations shattered.

”What the hell was that!?”

”My legs! MY LEGS!!!”

”I WANT TO GO HOME!!” a young soldier wailed, dropping his weapon and collapsing to his knees.

But it wasnʼt over.

The remaining crystals—those that hadnʼt been struck—began to beep.

Faster.

Louder.

Beep. Beep. Beep-beep-beep—

The enemyʼs eyes widened in horror.

And then—

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The battlefield became a storm of fire and destruction.

As the last echoes of the explosions faded, the battlefield lay in utter ruin—smoke rising from craters, the scent of burnt flesh thick in the air.

Amidst the devastation, the Elite Pekko Unit regrouped atop the hill, circling around Lord Garius, who sat on his golden Pekko, Giddie. His cold, calculating gaze scanned the battlefield.

The once-arrogant enemy forces were now a broken, trembling mass. Some clung to their weapons, trying to form a defensive line, while others stood in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

”Elite Magic Bow Unit, form up.”

At Gariusʼs command, the elite archers swiftly took position along the ridgeline. Their enchanted bows shimmered with mana as they nocked their arrows in unison. Each arrowhead glowed, crackling with destructive energy.

Garius raised a hand—

Then dropped it.

”Leave no one alive to tell the tale.”

The archers drew their strings.

”YES, MY LORD!”

The hilltop ignited with light as hundreds of mana-infused arrows were loosed, streaking down like falling stars upon the helpless enemy.

The first volley struck, each arrow exploding on impact—tearing through armor, flesh, and bone with merciless precision. The enemy soldiers screamed as waves of magical energy ripped them apart.

Some tried to flee.

Some tried to surrender.

But none would survive.

”Fire again.” Gariusʼs voice was cold and absolute.

A second volley followed, erasing all traces of resistance.

Below, the once-mighty enemy battalion was reduced to ash, blood, and shattered steel. The battlefield, which had begun with such arrogant confidence from the noble forces, was now silent except for the crackling embers and the occasional weak groan of the dying.

Garius exhaled, his gaze unreadable. Then, without another word, he turned his Pekko.

”We move forward.”

Behind Lord Garius, the ground trembled as thousands of heavily armored knights lined up in perfect formation.

At the front, Hesbeirn rode his massive battle-worn Pekko, a fierce grin hidden beneath his heavy helm. He raised his greatsword, signaling the 2,000 Elite Battle Knights behind him—each warrior mounted on a powerful warhorse, their polished armor gleaming under the bloodstained sky.

Beside them, Alf, clad in sleek black armor, sat upon his own Pekko, leading the 1,000 Crossbow Cavalry. Their horses shifted restlessly, eager for the charge. Each rider carried a reinforced crossbow, already loaded with mana-infused bolts designed to pierce even enchanted plate armor.

Flanking both commanders were the Elite Pekko Knights.

These warriors, mounted on their powerful Pekkos, were unlike any other cavalry unit. Their mithril lances glimmered with an eerie blue glow, infused with runes created to pierce both magic and steel. Some carried compact crossbows modified for mounted combat, ensuring no enemy would escape their onslaught.

The air was thick with tension.

The enemy, already broken from the previous assault, struggled to regroup. Commanders barked desperate orders, trying to rally their forces, but their formations were weak, and their spirits shattered.

It was too late.

Garius raised his sword high, his voice booming over the battlefield.

”CHARGE!”

A roar erupted from the Armand forces as the cavalry surged forward.

THUNDEROUS HOOFBEATS.

PEKKO SQUAWKS.

WAR CRIES.

Hesbeirnʼs Elite Battle Knights led the charge, their warhorses pounding the ground as they crashed into the disorganized enemy lines. Their lances pierced through armor and flesh like paper, trampling those too slow to move.

”FOR ARMAND!!”

Behind them, Alfʼs Crossbow Cavalry fanned out, riding in tight formations as they unleashed barrages of enchanted bolts, each shot finding its mark amid the chaos.

Soldiers fell by the hundreds, their bodies riddled with mana-infused projectiles before they even had a chance to react.

And then—

The Elite Pekko Knights struck.

Unlike horses, Pekkos moved unpredictably—zigzagging, leaping, and weaving through enemy ranks. Their ominous squawks struck fear into the hearts of those still clinging to life.

Mithril lances found their targets.

Crossbows fired point-blank into helmets.

The battlefield turned into a slaughterhouse.

The enemyʼs last line of defense crumbled under the chargeʼs weight, their desperate attempts to hold ground crushed in mere moments.

And above it all—

Lord Garius watched from his golden Pekko.

The enemy commander, a high-ranking member of the Saint of Three Gods cult, spurred his horse forward, eyes burning with fanatical rage. His ornate armor, once pristine, was now stained with blood and dirt. He gripped his holy sword, its blade faintly glowing with divine magic.

His target? Lord Garius.

”DIE, YOU HERETICS!!” he roared, raising his sword high as his horse thundered across the battlefield.

Yet—

Garius didnʼt move.

He remained atop Giddie, his golden Pekko, watching with amusement as the frenzied commander charged toward him. He didnʼt even bother drawing his weapon—only a small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

The enemy commanderʼs eyes widened at Gariusʼs indifference.

”DONʼT IGNORE ME!!”

He closed the distance, mere seconds away from striking—

And then—

A silver blur descended from the sky.

SHING!

The next thing the commander felt was... nothing.

His sword never reached its target. His charge never completed.

Because—

His head was no longer attached to his body.

As his vision spun, he noticed his own body still on horseback, gripping his sword, while his head tumbled through the air.

THUD.

His severed head crashed onto the dirt, eyes frozen in shock.

Behind his now headless corpse, Erinnete landed gracefully, her twin swords gleaming under the blood-red sky. A faint spray of crimson mist followed her descent, her movements so precise that it seemed she hadnʼt even tried.

She flicked the blood from her blades with a casual wrist movement, sighing.

”Haaah… Another idiot.”

Garius, still unmoved, finally spoke in a lazy tone. ”Took you long enough.”

Erinnete smirked, sheathing her swords. ”Oh? I thought you were enjoying the suspense.”

Garius chuckled, looking down at the lifeless corpse still atop its horse. ”If I had waited a second longer, do you think heʼd realize he was already dead?”

Erinnete tilted her head playfully. ”Hmm~ Who knows?”

As if on cue, the commanderʼs decapitated body finally toppled off the horse, collapsing onto the blood-soaked battlefield with a dull THUMP.

Around them, the remaining enemy soldiers watched in horror.

Their ʼholy commander,ʼ their supposed champion of the Three Gods, had been slain without even landing a single blow.

A death so swift—so casual—that it felt as if he had never mattered.

And then—

The enemy forces broke.

Terrified soldiers dropped their weapons, fleeing in all directions, screaming in despair.

”R-Retreat! RETREAT!!”

”THEIR POWER IS MONSTROUS!!”

”RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!”

But—

Gariusʼs cold voice rang out.

”No survivors.”

Erinnete smirked, rolling her shoulders as she turned toward the escaping enemies. ”Well, you heard him.”

She vanished—disappearing in a flash, already cutting down the first of many before they could take another step.

( End of Chapter )