Abandoned by my Childhood Friend, I Became a War Hero chapter 40

40 – Horror #2

The proud captain of the guards at Filion Imperial Academy, Herman couldn’t believe his eyes at the scene unfolding before him.

He thought he was surrounded by the warehouse, but suddenly the warehouse building was torn apart as if it was swept away by a typhoon, and suddenly a horde of Specters, Ghosts, and Banshee filled the night sky.

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The harmony of the demons’ screams shook the spirits of the guards and plunged them into despair and fear.

“Ouch! It is a ghost!”

“No! We will die… !”

The guards covered their ears, but the screams imbued with the energy of death couldn’t be stopped just by covering their ears.

Captain Hermann, the only one who had experience in war and could use rigid body magic, raised his magic power to protect his hearing. But, like his men, Hermann wanted to let go of his mind.

“Ah, an army of demons… !”

Even in the last war, such a large number of evil spirits could only be seen on the battlefield where corps commander-level demons were prevalent.

Just having it appear in the middle of the archipelago is a nightmare, but what’s really worst is that, unlike then, none of the 7 continental heroes are here today.

Captain Hermann wanted to run far away from this place right away. However, what caught his footsteps was the fact that the ending would not change much even if he ran away.

There was Instructor Ion down there. Whether Instructor Ion died or survived the ghost army, all that remained was the stigma of treason for running away from this spot.

And since the traitor would destroy the three tribes, that meant that his lovely wife and young daughter, who were the only happiness gained after the war, would be executed for treason.

“Ugh, ugh…” That’s not allowed!”

If he died on the spot, it would only be the death of Captain Hermann personally, but if he escaped, it would be the annihilation of his entire family. Captain Hermann could not lose his family again after the war ended.

Herman jumped into a warehouse building with only the bare outer walls remaining, thinking of escaping at least by taking out Ion’s body.

Fortunately, the stairs to the basement remained, so he managed to get down to the basement with his trembling legs.

An unexpected sight unfolded in front of Herman’s eyes as he descended into the basement.

Ion, who had been thought to be dead after being attacked by evil spirits, stood firm and was confronting the evil spirits.

Ion stabbed, slashed, and slapped Specter, Ghost, and Banshee. Every time that happened, the evil spirit army was torn in half and pierced in one blow, and was annihilated at once. It was an unbelievable sight.

In the hand of Ion, who did not lose face even in the fierce battle, a red spear as long as a thorn was clutched.

Captain Hermann knew the name of the spear. He exclaimed in a voice trembling with astonishment.

“Stand, stand, no way… Demon spear Ezetus!?”

On the continent, there are ten things called gods.

It is unknown whether they were actually gifted by gods, but ten items with mysterious powers that cannot be created by mortal power unless they are divine beings.

People often say,

Three major treasures. Three great shrines. Catastrophe.

The demonic spear Ezetus is a weapon that belongs to the four major disasters, and has the power to slash insubstantial things. It was also a demonic spear rumored to drive the user to an unhappy end.

However, the reason why the magic spear Ezetus is so famous is not because of its powerful performance and the curse of bad luck, but because of the person who currently owns it.

I’ve only seen Captain Hermann once, though. He saw a single spearman who wore black full armor and wielded a red spear, rampaging like a demon on the battlefield.

“Phew, phew, ghastly… !!”

Ion didn’t even look back at Captain Hermann’s frightened cry calling out to him, and continued swinging his spear.

“There are people who have been kidnapped. Evacuate with the people.”

A single word made me shudder. Hermann answered as if driven by instinct.

“Yes, yes… ! All right!”

For the soldiers on the battlefield, the order of the chest was absolute. And this place was already a battlefield. Feeling like a soldier of the Empire again, Hermann followed the hero’s command and carried the kidnapped people who had fallen underground to the surface.

There were countless legions of demons still roaming the sky, but Herman wasn’t worried at all.

Because one of the 7 heroes of the continent was right here, right now.

Daisy looked at Ion with trembling eyes, not paying attention to the abductee or Hermann.

“The scar… ? What is it?”

Daisy’s voice was full of disbelief. No, he was more like a feeling of not wanting to believe. He said yes no This was impossible. A captain of an empire, an academy instructor, or something like that, that’s the malevolence?

Daisy couldn’t even imagine such an encounter with the malefic. So Ion could never have been a malevolent character.

“No, no. The scars haven’t appeared in years… He thought he might be dead! It can’t be. Don’t fool me with a spear that looks just like you!”

Green eyes exploded from Daisy’s eyes. Following her will, an army of demons amounting to ten thousand poured toward Ion like a cascading waterfall.

Ion’s response to that was simple. He took one big breath, and with the soles of his feet pressed to the ground, he stabbed, cut, and struck his spear with his spear.

Ion’s grating speed gradually increased. The red spear, which made a piercing sound that cut through the wind and shreds the air with each swing, eventually swung so fast that its arms could not be seen. Ion created a red screen and literally pulverized all the demons pouring in.

The evil spirits that reigned in fear of the human army could not do any harm to Ion and were being torn to pieces as they approached Ion and were all annihilated.

Daisy looked at the scene and said with a puzzled expression.

“It’s really scary… ? Did you really kill the ‘king of immortality’ with that spear?”

The elven necromancer who drove the Ionian kingdom to destruction was killed by a single hero.

Daisy was delighted, devastated, and angry at the news.

Because the Hungryung took his revenge instead, the grudge against the ‘Immortal King’ who drove the kingdom, its people, and his family to death has lost its place. In the end, Daisy’s anger turned toward the Elf of the Great Forest and the Elf Princess, who was for the sake of harmony between humans and elves.

She thought her own revenge was justified. The blood shed by the elves had to be repaid with the blood of the elves. Because she thought it was right, Daisy did not stop his revenge, and the people who could stop it had long since passed away.

But only one person.

If only there were people who could say that their revenge was not right.

It must be a malefic voice, Daisy had thought for a long time.

“…… If you’re really vicious.”

Daisy collected the pouring evil spirits. If that was really the demonic spear Ezetus, a mere evil spirit wouldn’t be able to do any damage to him. Unnecessary wear and tear had to be avoided.

“If it’s a real scar, you can easily block something like this.”

Instead, Daisy opened her arms wide and summoned another being. Originally, it was a power not allowed to humans, but the ancient power mixed with Ionian lineage made it possible.

Daisy’s soul opened a passage to the other world and created a connection with a powerful being, and that being appeared on this earth through Daisy’s soul.

-Geuh uh uh….

The sky was ripped apart and a huge skull thrust its face into it. Red eyes looking down on the ground in a funny way from the sky. It was the Dreadlord, the supreme being of the evil spirits, the lord of terror who lived in the Dark World and ruled over numerous evil spirits.

But Ion didn’t know what that being was, and he wasn’t curious.

I just thought that the skull gourd was filthy big.

Ion fixed his spear and straightened his back, looking up at Daisy.

“More than that would be dangerous.”

As Ion said, thick tears of blood were flowing from Daisy’s eyes. All of her blood vessels burst and her whites were all red, and at a glance you could tell that she was doing a serious strain.

That was right. Daisy spent a considerable amount of her lifespan in order to summon that being, and even that was not enough, so a part of her soul was pledged to the Dreadlord. Daisy is no longer safe from death.

“Ha ha, the demon spear Ezetus? What is it? Do not be ridiculous! Prove it’s real! The weight of that name!”

-Geuuuhuh….

Above the sky, breaking through the dark clouds, a gigantic skull gradually emerged. Daisy and Ion’s gazes collided.

At this moment, if you don’t stop Daisy, a huge disaster will befall the system due to that skull bowl. There was no room for retreat.

“After….”

Ion made up his mind.

If she wants her proof.

“… Okay.”

I have no choice but to prove it.

“I’ll show you my chest.”

Ion held the spear blade of Ezetus upside down. And she aimed the spear at her own heart.

“What- crazy!”

It was seemingly nothing more, nothing less than suicide. Daisy let out her voice with a look of astonishment.

But she was faster than Ion’s arm.

Ion stabbed her own heart deeply.

A scream of pain broke out.

“Keep it off!!!”

At the same time he pulled out his spear, black mana burst out like an explosion starting from the broken heart.

The magical power wrapped around Ion’s whole body and created a shiny black armor. Between the plates of the armor, black flames flashed as if dancing.

The shattered heart was regenerated in an instant, releasing magical energy with a rough beat. Powerful magic flowed through his veins like an explosion.

In the place where the storm of magic calmed down before long, a man in armor clad in black flames was holding a red spear with golden eyes shining.

An ominous yet overwhelming sense of intimidation that seemed to swallow everything around Ion weighed heavily on the surrounding air.

Daisy admitted that further denial was futile.

This man in front of me right now,

Called the black devil of the battlefield

“The scar… !”

The existence itself.