Bang!
Aurina hooked the door shut with her tail, immediately quieting things down.
The footsteps and noisy voices outside disappeared at once.
“Charge immediately,” Richard decided without hesitation.
“They’re scattered and haven’t reacted yet.”
“Get ’em!”
Aurina happily patted Richard’s helmet.
“Charge! Mount!”
The noisy voices outside grew loud again.
Richard kicked the door while shouting, “Frostsilver, confirm the target’s position, then teleport us there.”
Frostsilver: “I have my own arrangements.”
Before the words finished, Richard kicked down the door and charged out, stepping on the door panel.
Just as Richard had said, the well-equipped plate-armored guards in the palace were actually very rushed and disorganized.
Under her warlike mount’s lead, Aurina charged straight into the crowd, leading the way.
She gripped the greatsword and thrust it through a plate armor, killing one first.
Aurina took a deep breath and, from atop Richard’s head, breathed out crimson flames at the plate-armored guards on both sides.
The cone-shaped dragon breath immediately engulfed seven or eight plate-armored guards, eliciting bursts of screams.
As the flames receded, the guards with half-melted plate armor emitted blue smoke from their bodies, letting out hysterical cries.
Richard swiftly swung his sword, ending their suffering.
Although Aurina’s dragon breath had wide coverage, mismatched with her petite form.
But the opponents weren’t goblins; in this wave, she hadn’t burned a single enemy to death.
“These shelled little bugs are so annoying.”
As Aurina spoke, a brave plate-armored guard—who seemed to be a decurion or some officer, with more decorations than the others, braver and stronger—raised his halberd and cleaved down from above, taking advantage of Richard dealing with his comrades.
He chose the timing well.
Richard had no way to dodge, and with Aurina riding on his head, he couldn’t raise his sword to defend.
Sure enough, Richard subconsciously raised his sword into the “ox stance,” where the sword pose resembled ox horns, with the hilt high by his ear and the tip pointing like a horn at the enemy’s face, specifically for defending high cleaves.
But as soon as he raised the sword, Richard realized someone was on his shoulder, and the pauldron pinched Aurina’s white-stockinged little thigh.
He could only rely on his armor to take it head-on.
Richard observed the incoming halberd gleaming with magical light on its blade, preparing to withstand the strike.
Aurina leaped straight up at astonishing speed, removing the obstruction from the pauldron at once.
The heavy, forceful halberd cleaved into the sword blade, sparking fire.
Richard’s magical greatsword, three times thicker than an ordinary one, bent and twisted like a noodle. The axe blade slid down along the sword body, hacking into the crossguard and stopping.
Richard took a step to the left in momentum, swinging his sword toward the opponent’s right ear in a heavy overhead cleave straight at the helmet.
For this high cleave, he was confident that with brute strength and the heavy greatsword, he could hack straight through the plate helmet, one of the top two defensive spots in full plate armor.
But the opponent wasn’t an ordinary plate-armored guard; a supernatural resistance dissipated the force of Richard’s blade, leaving only a deep dent on the opponent’s helmet.
The man visibly dazed for a moment but, relying on muscle memory, countered with the halberd in an attempt to trip Richard.
Richard’s failure to finish the opponent in one strike caused the other plate-armored guards to press forward actively, trying to slip past Richard’s side and encircle him instead.
Aurina’s stockinged feet lightly stepped on Richard’s helmet, and she breathed dragon breath straight at them.
This time, the dragon breath spread extremely fast, like an exploding bomb.
The erupting flames covered more than twenty people in an instant, not only continuous but also treating everything in the world as combustible, clinging to the ground and armor as it burned.
Full-throated, panicked screams came from within the flames.
This indicated that everyone was actually not severely injured; though the lethality was lacking, under the baptism of flames, no one could steady their mind and continue advancing by memory—they panicked into a mess.
The helmet under Aurina’s feet moved again, making her unable to stand steady, so she simply leaped up once more.
In mid-air, she forward-rolled, her red hair whipping like a red rainbow.
She lowered her head to look down at Richard below, discerning the direction.
Worthily the strongest little bug.
In the time Aurina had bought, Richard held the greatsword’s blade with one hand like a short spear, using the hilt to knock the opponent down, then kneeling with one knee on his chest.
The opponent looked at him in despair; he knew that a armored warrior pinned to the ground had already received his ticket to heaven.
He only had time to shout, “Saint George witnesses me to the Lord’s kingdom.”
Richard then gripped the greatsword with both hands and thrust it into his armpit, easily piercing through the chain mail under the plate, the supernatural protection, flesh, ribs, and into the lungs and heart.
Aurina landed on Richard’s shoulder, and the flames ceased.
More than ten plate-armored guards were still aflame and disoriented.
Behind them, a battle priest prayed to extinguish the fires while observing the battle.
Richard stood up, pulling out the greatsword with half the blade stained in blood.
The battle priest couldn’t help but shout, “Kabush has gone to see Saint George!”
The plate-armored guards who had just been troubled by the flames immediately retreated in panic, and the reinforcing plate-armored guards running from behind stopped in their tracks upon seeing this.
Aurina happily pointed at them. “Chase them! Get ’em! Get ’em!”
But the mount beneath her retreated instead.
“Charge!”
Aurina patted Richard’s helmet discontentedly.
Richard retreated even faster, turning around to spot the upper structure of the treasury, kicking open a door, and walking in.
Aurina said discontentedly, “You cowardly mount!”
Richard searched the room to see if anyone was there while setting down the greatsword, grabbing a wooden table, and hurling it at the stained glass window.
The colorful glass shards fell to the ground, the wooden table shattered, and flew out the window.
He picked up the greatsword and explained, “Our combat objective isn’t to kill them all. Now we need to defend and wait for Frostsilver to find the target.”
At that moment, Frostsilver’s high heels stepped into the room as she said, “You two coordinate really tacitly.”
“Found it?”
One of Frostsilver’s golden eyes emitted a faint blue glow, reflecting an overhead view of the palace with many panicked birds flying chaotically.
She was manipulating an invisible arcane eye, overlooking the palace like a drone.
“Not yet, divining now. You hold the position well.”
Richard, carrying Aurina, stood in front of the doorway.
The wall was on his left side, so Richard switched the grip on his sword, changing the front hand from right to left—that was a left-handed sword grip.
He believed that when his right hand was the front hand, the right side was the weak point.
And the weak point could be covered by the wall, so he switched to left hand, changing the weak point to the left side.
This little trick, he hadn’t told anyone, because he felt it wasn’t worth mentioning, and no one had ever noticed.
Aurina asked, “The mount’s pretty smart. Looks like this king’s wisdom has rubbed off on you.”
“Hm? What did you say.”
“You switched hands.”
Richard said, “You noticed.”
Aurina said quite proudly, “Noticed? It’s instinct. You should properly thank this king for sharing world-shaking wisdom with you.”
“It’ll take a while longer.”
Frostsilver’s fingers collided against each other in calculation.
“I didn’t divine her.”
“You know this spell too?”
Aurina asked. “Aren’t you a sorceress?”
Sorceresses have few spell types, but they don’t need to prepare spells in advance, very convenient.
Frostsilver said coldly, “I’m not like ordinary sorceresses. The spells I’ve awakened are all very useful.”
“Then you must have blood as noble as this king’s flowing through you.”
Aurina was convinced that Frostsilver must be her descendant.
Richard said, “The enemy’s organizing an attack. Get ready.”
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