Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Castle Buster (3)

Unlike Meliben and Doria, the Fort Fieldrocks were adjacent to the Allendia border and protruded into friendly territory.

It meant that the location was easy to link up with the Forts of Allendia border.

“Fieldrocks is a stronghold in the power of the present Fairy Kingdom.”

Ryu Han-bin’s ignorant magic shouldn’t blow it away. Rather, they had to turn it into their fort.

Han-bin asked disappointedly.

“So we’re just going to siege it normally?”

“Yes.”

Leon Hart explained that he planned to capture it by opening the gates while crossing the walls, as usual sieges went.

Nodding in agreement, Artis said, “The odds are with us based on the current power gap. We won’t bear much damage.”

Ryu Han-bin raised his hand.

“Oh, then I’m out of this siege.”

Everyone’s eyes were on him.

“Huh?”

“How come?”

Han-bin grinned with his palms up.

“I will take this opportunity to support you all.”

As if dumbfounded, Kibie asked again.

“… A swordsman is going to be the damn backup?”

* * *

The following day, the siege began.

The Allendia Army surrounding Fort Fieldrocks began their attacks in three different ways.

“Hang a hook on their battlements!”

“Wizard Unit! Create magic stairs on the outer wall of the ramparts!”

“Archers! Fire!”

Knights bravely scaled the stronghold, wrapping themselves with armor and shields. A relatively light-dressed infantry unit followed them from behind.

The Fieldrocks garrison didn’t want to a standstill.

“Stop them!”

“Pour oil on them!”

“Drop the stones!”

They threw everything they could, rained down projectiles at them, and pointed their swords at the invaders without backing down against the absolute powers Leon Hart, Kibie, and Effir.

“Ahhhh!”

“Please die!”

The opponents weren’t as easy to attack as they weren’t desperate.

Casualties on both sides increased.

The medics quickly transported those who were no longer fit for combat to the rear.

Allendia’s Spiritist unit became busy.

“Lie down this way!”

“I’ll do the healing on them!”

Seira and Leslie stood out in particular.

Seira, the commanding officer of the Spiritist unit, could perform higher-level healing skills than the others.

In addition, Leslie was a level 70 Spiritist. Her level was higher than Seira’s.

“The immediate danger is expelled. Then the next wounded man…”

Armed with blind loyalty to Ryu Han-bin, Leslie faithfully followed his orders.

While they saved lives by coating the injured soldiers with Prana, Seira gave her a strange look.

“I didn’t expect you to cooperate so well.”

Leslie straightened herself up as if she was proud.

“My master is Sir Felard now, after all.”

It was a genuinely extraordinary change.

How could a Fairy Queen’s henchman change that much?

‘What the hell did he do?’

Regardless, she had become a reliable ally.

Suddenly Seira tilted her head.

“What about Sir Felard?”

Ryu Han-bin had yet to appear in battle.

He was stuck in the barracks all the time, saying, ‘I’ll support you all.’

‘What are you doing?’

At that moment, the giant swordsman came out of the barracks.

“Oh, I’m ready now. It took so long.”

The two women were startled.

“Huh?”

“No way?”

Both immediately recognized the situation as they were Spiritists.

Tremendous energy in the form of Prana was flowing from Ryu Han-bin’s entire body!

“If I can cast magic spells…”

Han-bin raised both hands and gathered them around his chest.

“Why should I not be able to use spiritual arts?”

He slowly began to twist his fingers.

It didn’t take long for Seira and Leslie to realize.

‘Oh, that’s….’

‘I was wondering what you were doing, but you were preparing for the arts.’

‘I thought you were releasing it because you had a cramp in your finger.’

From the perspective of talented Spiritists, it took him way too long.

Still, at least his movement and flow were correct.

And it was based on the massive amount of level 140 Prana!

“A lot of money solves a lot of problems!”

Ryu Han-bin had spent a lot of money on the Darkness Church to make them create magic scrolls to learn Magic Arrow.

Likewise, there was no reason why he couldn’t make a dedicated spiritual scroll in the same way.

Zoom!

The vast Prana vibrated in the surrounding air, creating subtle noise.

“Are you going to use spiritual arts here?”

“From such a far distance?”

Seira and Leslie looked anxiously at the battlefield and the Allendia Army under the far wall.

With a friendly smile, Ryu Han-bin put both hands over his head.

“When I tried, it worked.”

The cohesive Prana moved along the set flow, its power rising exponentially.

-Healing Spiritual Art: Breeze of Recovery!

* * *

A faint blue breeze blew forth, caressing the wounded of the Allendia Army, who fell under the walls.

“… Huh?”

“What is this?”

The injured opened their eyes one by one. The pain was fading away little by little.

“Is this a healing skill?”

Veteran soldiers murmured, checking their physical condition.

“Maybe it’s a basic healing skill.”

Powerful healing removed all wounds at once, awakened the whole body’s strength, and turned the dirty body clean.

On the other hand, the primary spiritual art of level 2, the breeze of recovery, couldn’t do that much.

It could barely fill the wound and stop the bleeding, but they were still tired and exhausted.

“Where is this coming from, though?”

“I don’t know who it’s from, but thank you.”

The injured struggled to lift themselves as they looked around to show their gratitude.

Initially, the Spiritist unit didn’t directly involve themselves in combat unless the situation became dire.

The healers were the first to be killed on the battlefield.

It meant someone took the risk of coming all the way there, but…

“…?”

“There’s no one here, right?”

Healing had been executed, but they couldn’t see any healer.

The soldiers started to panic.

The breeze began to grow stronger.

From breeze to wind, from wind to strong wind, from strong wind to typhoon!

Whoosh!

It was no longer just a soft blow.

It became a storm of blue light that swirled and covered the Allendia Army underneath the walls!

“Gasp!”

“Huh? What is this?”

It was a basic spiritual art in terms of the effect.

Hemostasis and restoration.

But the range was extensive.

A sea of blue light unfolded from one end to the other end of Fort Fieldrocks. Hundreds of injured people began to stand up while under its effects.

“Ugh…”

“Ugh…”

Everyone groaned and limped.

The main results were the same as lower-level spiritual arts, such as hemostasis and energy restoration. Hence, the wounds weren’t completely healed.

Still, those effects were absurdly more potent!

“What’s going on?”

“I’m sick… I’m bloody sick…”

“I can move my body again.”

If they were fit for battle, then they had to fight.

Soldiers picked up their swords and spears, glancing over the walls.

Leon Hart, who was observing the situation, murmured.

“Wow, that worked?”

Such a formidable metropolitan spiritual art was possible only for the Transcendental during her prime.

‘I can’t use spiritual arts that far away…’

Of course, there was no comparison in terms of efficiency.

Soldiers could stand up and fight for the time being, but it would only be for a while. They needed a more proper healing art to fully return to their normal state.

However, it was beneficial under the current circumstances.

Hundreds of injured men turned into hundreds of combatants all at once!

Leon Hart shouted, encouraging the soldiers.

“Look! The Goddess is protecting us!”

The morale of the Allendia Amry rose once again by the appearance of their allies standing up.

Of course, some of them had reasonable questions.

“The Goddess is fighting over the walls.”

“Didn’t that light come from behind us?”

“No matter how hard I look at it, the Sword King, who isn’t here…”

“But isn’t that a spiritual art? I don’t think the Sword King can do that…”

“Who knows? Anyway, let’s go!”

The soldiers quickly forgot the doubts in their hearts.

They had already experienced it before. There was nothing he couldn’t do twice.

They just happily accepted the miracle in front of them and kept moving on!

“Charge! Charge!”

* * *

On the other hand, the Kaldris Army was terrified.

“They’re back up!”

“Oh, my God!”

“How is this happening?”

Everyone was shocked, their eyes widening as they watched.

Their hands and feet were shaking so much that it was hard even to swing a spear or a sword.

“Ugh…”

“Crazy…”

Healing was a ubiquitous ability in Latna.

It wasn’t surprising at all for those who collapsed on the battlefield to rise again.

The reason they were shocked was because of the hundreds of Allendia Army who stood up.

Ryu Han-bin’s healing art only applied hemostasis and energy recovery effects, albeit the effects being many times stronger.

Hence, the wounded were limping and moving slowly since it was hard for them to move correctly. After all, it only stopped the bleeding.

But they were full of energy again.

Hence, they were limping and exerting great force, swinging their swords and thrusting their spears against their enemies without fear.

Those who were covered in blood had scars all over their bodies. Even if they collapsed, they were strangely rejuvenated and were given the strength to stand up once more.

What did that look like to the enemy?

“Undead!”

“The dead have risen again!”

“Oh, my Goddess! How could you…”

In the eyes of the Kaldris soldiers, it appeared that hundreds of zombies had sprung up using the corpses of the Allendia Army!

“Ahhhh!”

Frightened, soldiers abandoned their swords and began to flee.

Of course, the Allendia Army, who were treated like zombies, was outraged.

“What?”

“We’re not dead!”

“Those bastards!”

Their troops’ morale was boosted by anger, and their enemies were intimidated by instinctive fear.

Lord Felderok, the commander of the Allendia 2nd Corps, was amazed by the scene.

“Huh. The new Sword King is an extraordinary strategist!”

He didn’t just end up increasing their forces. He even controlled the psychology of the entire battlefield.

“It’s an unimaginable tactic for a man like me!”

Leslie and Seira were also stuck in admiration.

“Amazing, my lord!”

“I’ve never imagined such an effect, even as a Spiritist!”

The problem was, Ryu Han-bin also admired his own doing.

“Really? I didn’t think that would happen either.”

“…”

“…”

“Well, isn’t it all good if the results are good?”

Feeling embarrassed, Han-bin deactivated the Four-Power Conversion Belt, replacing Prana with Aura.

“Now then. Let’s get a move on.”