The Extra Wants To Live

Just as Billford appeared to be about to make a reckless attack, Carl suddenly appeared from his left.

Clank!

Chae-Ang!

The sound of steel ringing could be heard.

Carl's sword blocked the opponent's blade aimed at Billford's left.

Carl gained the upper hand by holding the sword with only his right hand and extending it. Immediately afterward, Billford clashed swords with one of the knights.

Sreung!

Billford thrust his sword diagonally, deflecting his opponent's downward slash with skill. It moved so precisely that the only sound was the scraping of iron.

Shrek!

Billford's sword suddenly turned around, then wrapped itself around his opponent's sword and pulled it back.

The crossguards became entangled, and Billford's left hand dug between his opponent's hands, snatching the sword away in an instant.

"Shit!"

The knight who dropped his sword hesitated. It was only for a moment, then he pulled a dagger from his side and struck at Billford.

But even with an action that was delayed by half a beat, Billford was able to avoid missing the attack.

Billford, who had just thrown himself at the knight, quickly lowered his posture, then stood up with all his might, taking the knight's charge with his back.

Thud!

He took it gently like water and struck it like fire. A knight in full plate armor flew through the sky as if by magic, then crashed to the ground.

Boom!

He tried to somehow catch the fall while struggling in the air, but his body was spinning so violently that he couldn't properly reduce the impact.

The knight, who was stuck diagonally on the ground between his shoulder and back, stopped moving for a moment. He couldn't breathe, and his muscles were cramping.

In the brief moment that Billford was disarming the knight, Carl was left to face two knights alone.

His right hand was tied to his opponent's sword while holding a sword, his left hand was empty, and another knight attacked from the left.

Flutter!

At that moment, Carl's red cloak fluttered wildly, obscuring his vision. It moved so fiercely and then suddenly stopped.

Carl's left side was hidden by the cloak.

Carl could not see his opponent, but his opponent could not see Carl either. The rebel knight did not hesitate.

Whether visible or not, Carl had no means of stopping the attack. Just attack with all your might using a sword filled with mana.

The knight facing Carl, sword in hand, turned his wrist and tried to strike Carl's head. Holding his sword with both hands, he was confident that he could easily crush Carl, who was holding his sword with one hand.

Crack!

Carl's sword, which had no mana, was sharpened.

But surprisingly, it was only slightly pushed back by Carl's black hands, which he pressed down with all his might.

'What power!'

The knight's eyes widened in surprise.

If Carl could produce this much strength with one hand, he was definitely not a normal mana user!

Carl could generate great power without using mana. Not only strength but also agility, flexibility, and endurance were outstanding.

A huge amount of mana had been obtained by eating the Frostwind Corpse Flower.

By infusing it into every part of his body following Milton's magic, Carl gained superhuman physical abilities.

The troll-like regenerative abilities were only a small part of it. The most powerful power newly engraved in Carl's body was none other than the growth potential that transcended species.

He had grown 50cm in one year and already had a body close to perfection.

Carl was a character who displayed physical strength far superior to that of ordinary mana users, even with just a handful of mana.

If he used mana, even if he was not a master, ordinary mana users would not dare to confront him with their strength.

It must have been so bad that even though they fought and trained so fiercely, their muscles did not grow. A machine-like, precise martial art emanated from that transcendent physique.

Kang!

"What…!"

The knight, who had been swinging his sword with all his might, doubted his own eyes as Carl's fluttering cloak receded.

Carl grabbed the hilt of the sword with his left hand and pulled it out slightly, accurately blocking the sword.

And before the sword could even bounce away, he retracted it with incredible speed, wedging the blade between the crossguard and the scabbard and holding it there.

Through the slits of the helmet with the visor down, the green eyes that had settled as calmly as a lake pierced through.

The two knights who attacked Carl were stopped without being able to do anything, and by then Billford had already incapacitated one of them.

Bam!

"Crunch…!"

Billford thrust his sword into the armpit of the knight in front of Carl and let go. That was a sword he had taken from another knight.

Immediately after, Billford stepped forward and knocked him down like a buffalo, and Carl stepped back as if switching places with Billford.

Crack!

The knight whose sword had been grabbed by Carl twisted his wrist and pulled it out, then ran towards Billford.

Carl pretended to help Billford once, but then he just walked away without looking back. Then, the knight who had been pinned to the ground by Billford got up and was hit in the head with a knee.

Thud!

His neck snapped suddenly, but he barely managed to survive without breaking thanks to the structure of his armor.

However, the tremendous impact shook his brain and caused his head to fall back, and Carl stomped hard on the back of his head to pin him down, then stabbed him in the back of the neck with his sword through the slightly opened gap in his armor, killing him.

From the beginning, Carl was not a person who was swayed by personal things like honor or respect in battle.

Since they had to survive, he only used sophisticated killing techniques that focused solely on killing his opponents.

He had become more brutal over the past year, and now Carl was willing to do anything to kill his opponents.

In the meantime, Billford, who had dealt with the remaining knights admirably, captured the dead knight's sword and threw it to Carl.

Carl threw away the broken sword he was holding, then took it in one hand and spun it around to determine its center of gravity.

Carl could not grant mana to objects. It wasn't because he lacked talent; it was because his total mana was too small.

Strengthening the body only took about 5 seconds, but if he gave mana to the sword, he couldn't even maintain it for 1 second.

But these restrictions wouldn't last long.

Carl's body was almost complete. After a little while, the enormous power that had been focused on growth would gradually be converted into mana.

Carl could feel it clearly.

"Deal with the incoming knight. It will stall for time until Jaren finishes."

"Yes."

Carl, Billford, and Catherine killed a total of seven knights, while Jaren went on a rampage and killed most of the remaining knights.

There weren't many knights left now, and they would all be killed by Jaren soon. All they had to do was hold their position.

"Wow, this is crazy!"

As Jaren approached and killed the knight, the rebel soldiers started to run away in panic.

There were no commanders left to give orders, and they realized that the battle itself was meaningless in the face of Jaren's prowess.

"Pursue and kill!"

Carl's scream rang out like thunder.

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