Chapter 67

Chapter 67 - Prophecy (6)

The path the Golem ran down is swept away like a storm passed through. Fortunately, there were no dead or injured people seen.

'As expected, fitting a Dark Elf festival.'

The appearance of scattering via optimal movement paths without getting tangled up even in sudden chaos. It is coordinated as if they have repeatedly practiced evacuation drills normally.

There were no common sights like sitting down holding their heads or tripping while running away.

"What should we do to calm an angry Golem down?"

It is the most nonsensical bastard among the enemies Eugene has seen so far. It was obvious that striking it with a bladed weapon would only damage the weapon.

"I also do not know about Golems."

"...!"

"W-Why do you look at me like that?"

"I didn't expect Lady Valda to have things she doesn't know either."

"I am a Magician of the Forest. I know other fields to some extent too, but I am not omnipotent."

"I understand. Homi! Bring my weapon!"

Homi hurriedly ran towards the Blackhand Tribe's sector.

"Heut!"

She kicked off a nearby tent pole and jumped up, then grabbed the roof with one hand and lightly climbed on top of it.

Stepping on the roofs just like that, she ran in a straight path. If her body tilted, her long and thick tail moved to the opposite side and balanced her.

'It's a talent I can't imitate.'

Strong strength and light weight, a woman's flexibility, and the tail. It is a body movement possible because the 4 beats interlock.

"Do you intend to fight?"

"I plan to at least drag out time."

If a danger occurs during the festival, the rule is for all nearby warriors to jump in and respond. If Eugene, a knight, runs away, there's no telling what words will come out.

Furthermore, the Blackhand family's warriors will also mobilize, so he cannot stay still as a guest. Since he doesn't want to see them die or get injured.

The warhorse Golem faced the emergency-dispatched festival guard unit. They are those who constantly patrol the surroundings in a lightly armed state.

"Absolutely do not engage in close combat! If you don't want to become like mashed potatoes!"

"We go with the doctrine for facing medium-sized monsters!"

Everyone was facing an enemy like this for the first time, but they responded calmly. Its toughness being sturdy and dying in one hit if struck by it is no different from the medium-sized monsters they fought in the past.

"The tribe shamans and elite soldiers will come soon!"

Arrows poured from all directions, but they couldn't deal even small damage. Because it wasn't just a lump of rock, but a monster flawlessy wrapped in iron horse armor according to the warhorse concept.

Karrrrruk-!

"Scatter!"

On the other hand, for this side, even a graze meant a minimum of disability and death by default.

* * *

While the dispersed warriors unfolded infantry-style swarm tactics, Eugene slipped Valda away to a safe place.

Crack!

The Golem's body slam shattered everything it touched.

"Keep shooting! Whether it works or not, it's about drawing attention!"

This place is a peripheral area with few crowds. If the Golem passes through here and charges towards a place where the crowd is dense, a major disaster might occur.

"This is why I say we need to get rid of the magic tool exhibition!"

One warrior shouted.

Even if not as dangerous as this time, out-of-control accidents have happened in the past too. There is a reason they are exhibited in the peripheral area.

"Just what family brought that?"

"Damn it! To cause this kind of nuisance when they can't even manage it properly!"

Amidst the warriors cursing in unison, there were those seen shutting their mouths with pale faces. Perhaps it seems it's the Golem brought from their family.

"It's coming again!"

Kurreung!

An iron stall soared high into the sky, and broken ceramic fragments flew around.

The impact force coming from the Golem's weight and strength was tremendous, but its movements are linear.

It wasn't difficult to dodge as long as one stayed alert. It is one of the reasons there were no human casualties.

"Lady Valda, please take shelter like this."

The opponent is a product of magic without life force existing, and here is a dirt road where finding even a blade of grass is hard. In this situation, there was nothing the Magician of the Forest could do.

"How will you manage without a weapon?"

"I'll have to try throwing whatever while waiting for Homi."

"Oh!"

Valda, who was about to stop him, unwittingly nodded as Eugene picked up a bronze jar the size of a grown man's torso.

He merely picked up one jar, yet he was more reliable than all the warriors fighting over there combined.

"Absolutely do not overdo it. No matter how great a knight you are, if you are rammed by something like that, dying is the same."

"There won't be a warrior as cautious as me here. Do not worry."

"..."

Valda wanted to argue for a moment, but quietly retreated. Because now is not the time to point such things out.

The back figure of her running away had good posture and was fast. Because her motor nerves and stamina are outstanding, it's convenient that he can send her off alone at times like this.

"Human over there! Get out of here right now!"

One warrior warned Eugene, who was approaching the fierce battleground.

Perhaps because it's the festival period, he is exceptionally kind for a Dark Elf. Normally, they would ignore whether an insignificant human dies or not.

"I am Knight Eugene Meyer, invited by the Blackhand Tribe! I came to help the battle!"

"What? Are you crazy?!"

At the words that he would fight without wearing armor and without a weapon, the warriors were dumbfounded.

However, it didn't take long for their expressions to change.

Tremble tremble.

Veins bulged on Eugene's arm, and the spout of the bronze jar was crushed. Putting the strength of his entire body into it, he threw it at the appetizing-looking back of the Golem's head.

Tteoeoeong!

As the jar that flew with terrifying momentum smacked the back of its head, sparks flew and its massive body tilted.

"Uaaagh!"

The crushed jar smashed down with a roar among the warriors hastily throwing their bodies.

"I will omit apologies! Everyone dodge on your own!"

Eugene picked up everything nearby that seemed heavy and threw it.

Kwaang!

The Golem, hit in the chest by a pestle flying while rotating 3 times per second, scattered horse armor fragments in all directions.

Kaurreuk-!

"I-Is that bastard in pain?"

"If it was you, wouldn't it hurt getting hit by something like that?"

"No, I mean a Golem feeling pain..."

"Everyone shut up and focus on the battle, you idiots!"

The dumbfounded warriors' conversation was buried by the sound of a stone mortar flying, tearing the air.

Whether the Golem was also scared to get hit by a rock lump bigger than its head, it swiftly dodged to the side.

Woodudk!

The mortar collided with a tree behind it, snapping the tree the size of an adult's torso in half.

The spirit inside the Golem heavily bristled its fur and guarded against Eugene. It realized that the warrior before its eyes was not merely an object to vent anger on, but an extremely dangerous existence.

Tick!

Titick!

Arrows hit the cheeks, snout, and joints of such a Golem.

"Keep shooting! It's to assist so that warrior can seize attack opportunities!"

The tribe warriors re-established their strategy, making the knight with monstrous strength who suddenly appeared the main attacker, and themselves creating openings.

Karrrrreuk-!

As the weak bastards who would turn into lumps of meat just by grazing it acted cheekily, the enraged Golem turned its body.

Crunch!

In the moment it looked away, a large liquor barrel thrown by Eugene hit the mark. Among the wood pieces shattering to pieces, a strong smell of alcohol spread everywhere.

"Set it on fire!"

At Eugene's bellow, the warriors hurriedly prepared improvised fire arrows from braziers or campfires and shot them.

Puhwaaak!

As the Golem was engulfed in flames, Eugene heard the sound of the spirit inside clamoring in panic.

Kwaang!

When he scored a hit with another liquor barrel in that opening, a large flame surged up with an explosion.

At that sight, the warriors let out cheers of joy. Because even bastards like Trolls or Minotaurs, famous for being tough, are certain to die if put in that situation.

Only Eugene maintained a composed face.

'Since it's not a living bastard, I don't know if it will be effective.'

Fire harbors the power of purification, so it has been favored in battles with wicked existences since ancient times. However, the opponent is a puppet of pure magic.

'If by any chance this spreads into a fire, wouldn't it become my responsibility?'

He set it on fire trying to do whatever he could, but after actually committing it, Eugene also broke into a cold sweat.

Actually, the Golem doesn't exactly seem to be in pain or anything even while its whole body is burning.

"I-It's not effective?"

"Sparks are flying! Dodge!"

Rather, only the warriors were frightened out of their wits by the shower of fire flying from the rampaging Golem.

Whether it was satisfied with that sight, the Golem raised its head imposingly.

Hwiiik-!

And right on time, Homi arrived.

She was holding Last Autumn in her left hand and the flail in her right hand.

"Throw it! The flail!"

Since it's a magical existence, the etherium sword would be effective, but he didn't feel inclined to swing it at a lump of rock. Because even one nick on the sword blade would be painful.

Chalang!

The hard iron pole gripped in his hand and the sensation of the iron club swaying heavily at the end! The corners of Eugene's mouth finally went up.

* * *

"The Golem is running amok, you say?"

"The Knight is fighting without a weapon. Backup immediately!"

The Blackhand family, having heard the news, was also turned upside down.

Inviting him and letting him die or get injured is a prestige-reducing matter, and he wasn't just an ordinary guest.

"Armor is unnecessary. There is no time to put it on, and even if you do, it's instant death if hit. Make your bodies light."

Under Rex's command, the warriors grabbed bows and silver arrows and assembled.

"Throw away the crossbows! They will be useless against a lump of rock!"

The mercenaries under Eugene's command also grabbed borrowed silver-plated spears and made resolute faces.

Fitting a family where monster hunting is a daily routine, measures against magical existences were well prepared.

"I will also go!"

Marbas, who hastily grabbed reagents, also joined.

Loud roars were repeatedly heard from the battle scene, so it was easy to find Eugene even without any particular guidance.

"Oh, my goodness!"

What they discovered from afar was a single knight fighting against a large monster clad in flames.

* * *

Bang!

The charging Golem was hit in the neck by the iron club. It tumbling down, plunging its head into a random place just like that.

It is a bastard that ignored dozens of arrows shot with strong bows as if they were ticklish.

However, in front of the large blunt weapon Eugene swung with both hands, it had no talent to hold out.

Bang!

When another blow exploded, broken horse armor fragments flew up in all directions. Because each and every piece of iron was on fire, it was an incredibly brilliant sight.

Not only the festival guard unit but also the crowd watching from relatively safe places became overwhelmed faces.

A demonic beast in the shape of a burning horse! The appearance of the knight proudly facing it was truly solemn, after all.

Accurately, it's a Golem that caught fire, but those who grasped all the circumstances before and after were merely an extremely small minority.

'No, what are they doing not running away?'

Meanwhile, Eugene was burning up inside. Because the non-combatants were gathering more and more instead of evacuating.

At that time, the Golem's ankles and shins entered Eugene's eyes. Those thin parts without armor looked covetable.

'Come to think of it, the original horse was also an animal famous for having weak lower bodies.'

The flail, which seemed to aim for the torso, suddenly changed its path and smacked the lower section.

Smash!

With a loud noise from the front leg, the Golem tilted heavily.

Crack!

When another blow was planted in that opening, the front leg broke completely.

As the bastard that had been rampaging fiercely knelt, cheers of joy were heard from all directions.

It was the festival spectators who had stealthily approached that shouted. There were even those cheering while drinking alcohol.

'These crazy bastards really!'

No matter how crazy a race they are for watching fights, he thought it was too much.

In a human city, even if just one Hobgoblin appears, they scream and run away, yet here on earth?

"Cease fire!"

As Eugene started circling 360 degrees around the Golem, the guard unit warriors also stopped shooting.

The enraged Golem tried to turn its upper body matching Eugene's movements, but it couldn't follow with 3 legs.

Crunch!

As another hind leg struck by the flail broke, its heavy body fell to the side.

Eugene approached the bastard floundering while fallen.

Karrrrreuk-!

Because the Golem glared at Eugene with burning eyes, he swung the flail twice for it.

Thwack! Thwack!

Like getting slapped by a god's palm, its head violently shook left and right and rock fragments flew.

Kuung!

The Golem plunged its face into the ground. Seeing as its body is still heaving, it is not completely destroyed.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Eugene did not approach hastily and mercilessly brought down the flail on its head to confirm the kill.

"Uh, ugh!"

"I think it's already dead."

The surrounding warriors murmured, but no one dared step forward and tell him to stop.

The moment the Golem's head was completely crushed, Eugene could feel the spirit being banished with a scream.

When Eugene wiped the sweat off his forehead, the Blackhand family warriors arrived.

"Did he beat up and destroy a Golem this size?"

Marbas alternated looking between Eugene and the burning Golem with a dumbfounded face.

He could not feel any magical power from the flail crushed here and there. For now, it means it's an ordinary weapon.

"If you hit a stone, doesn't it break?"

"T-That is true, but."

At the knight speaking as if it were obvious, the Summoner scratched the back of his head.