Red Storm

Chapter 177

Book 5-4.3

The numbers on both sides, courage, training, morale, everything was pretty similar. However, the Shuarei had Venersis and the Desert Sword. Once you take away Pareia’s original preemptive attack and their terrain advantage, the battle was slowly starting to tip in the Shuarei’s favor.

It was not a big difference. Since everyone was fighting with everything they had, it just looked like the Shuarei was moving forward and Pareia was getting pushed back.

But that speed was slowly starting to speed up. Courage to put their lives on the line was not enough to defend against Venersis. The hole in the formation started to become created faster and faster.

Nonetheless, Pareia’s warriors pushed aside their fear and charged toward him.

However, as time went by, Pareia’s formation started to break.

‘Heavens! Neo Latin-nim!’

Pere was looking to the heavens and searching for his guardian. He could not lose like this. Only if he had not fought against them head on like he had done......

Regret was filling Pere’s mind.

“Aaaaaah!”

Pere shouted out loudly as he started to slash the Shuarei warriors in front of him. He didn’t know how long he had swung his shamshir for, but he could no longer feel his arm. He probably would now know even if the shamshir fell from his hand. He just continued to swing on instinct, and seeing the enemy fall in front of him let him know that he still had some strength left.

He could not open his eyes because of the sweat from his forehead, and barely managed to open them a little bit to look around the battlefield. Pareia was starting to fall apart. There did not seem to be a way to recover. He had thought they had fought well until now and had held on very well. But even with all of their preparation, why did they have to break apart like this?

It made Pere start to cry.

‘Why?”

Pere could not accept it. Did all of their hard work and sweat to prepare mean nothing? Will it all just disappear like bubbles?

A Greatest Warrior whose body was covered in blood approached Pere. Pere already knew what he was going to say. They had approached the battle with no retreat in mind, but there really was no other option at this point. Since the enemy had taken damage as well, they would not dare to chase after them.

They needed to order the retreat in order to save at least the remaining warriors.

“All...units......”

The moment Pere was about to order the retreat, a miracle-like event happened.

Ruuuuuumble. Ruuuuuuuumble!

A large noise shook across the battlefield. They were sure that the ground had shook.

‘What?’

A piece of ground the size of a paoe in their base rolled through in front of them. The Shuarei warriors who were in the line of that dirtball were decimated. That dirtball which started with a yellow and golden color was quickly turning red with the blood it absorbed.

The Shuarei warriors instantly fell into chaos.

There was not just one of these dirtballs. They continued to fall from the air. Three more of these same dirtballs were falling down as they watched.

“Dodge!”

Since it was falling from such a high height, the Shuarei warriors all felt like it was going to fall on them even though they were far away from it.

They would have never broken their formation if they were going against a person. However, their opponent was a large dirtball flying from an unknown location. Wouldn’t it be a terrible death if they were killed not by an enemy shamshir but by being squashed by a dirtball?

The Shuarei that pushed forward like a storm started to hesitate. A the same time, Pareia started to push back against them. The rear of the Shuarei formation was already a complete mess.

‘What is it?’

Venersis was looking at it. A strong power was coming from one side of Pareia. At the source of that power was a warrior who was completely drenched in sweat as well as another large dirtball.

‘Orca!’

Pere realized that power as well, and seeing that his youngest brother was standing there, he shouted toward him.

“Gasp~ Gaaaasp~!”

Orca was breathing very heavily. His whole body was in so much pain that it was hard to even move his finger. He wanted to just fall down like that and go to sleep. However, seeing the thing floating in front of him, he needed to at least send this flying before falling over.

Orca’s hand drew multiple circles and formation in the sky. He the continued to mumble to draw out the magic strength of the ancient language.

The dirtball the size of a paoe started to rise up into the sky.

“Go.”

Once it rose to the height of a person, Orca sent it flying toward the Shuarei’s formation.

‘It’s done.’

Seeing it flying away, Orca immediately fell down and started to think to himself.

‘It’s a good thing I didn’t get to test it out. Shit, my bone feels like it is melting away.’

Orca may have been grumbling internally, but he was actually surprised as well.

He was surprised at the strength of this magic that he happened to get his hands on and worked so hard to memorize. Orca was satisfied that Pareia’s warriors were able to get back to their senses and take the advantage thanks to this magic.

He finally had a skill that he could proudly show in front of his older brothers and the rest of the tribe. He could proudly claim to be part of the Provoke family.

‘I should watch this until the end......’

Orca was mumbling internally to himself before finally fainting.

Pere saw Orca falling over and wanted to run over to him, but he did not want to lose this momentum. They had gathered the strength to hold on, no, to push the Shuarei back.

“Charge!”

Pere shouted loudly as he pushed forward.

“Everyone, fix up your formation.”

“Do you want to destroy this battle that we had within our grasp!”

The Shuarei lead warriors were shouting loudly as they fixed up the warriors’ formation. However, the formation was destroyed so much that it was not possible to fix up very quickly.

You could even hear a lead warrior shout out in anger.

“If something comes flying at you, just die! Don’t be a hindrance to your fellow warriors by messing up the formation. Just die! If we get taken over, we will all die anyways!”

Were their words heard? Another of those dirtballs came flying in the air.

The moment everyone’s eyes were filled once more with fear and despair, Venersis shouted out loudly.

“Move!”

The warriors quickly made way for Venersis who was rushing forward on his pirma. He then jumped up from the moving pirma.

“Ha~!”

Venersis looked like he was flying as he charged toward the dirtball that was flying toward them at a fast speed.

There was no noise. All they saw was Venersis landing once more on his pirma, and the dirtball losing its velocity and falling down in two pieces.

Everybody just stared blankly at this amazing scene.

“We will definitely win!”

Venersis pointed his shamshir forward and shouted out loudly. The Shuarei warriors responded back with an extremely loud shout.

The two formations of warriors started to clash once more.

Venersis withstood the extreme pain in his wrist and started to pierce through Pareia’s formation with the Desert Sword.

Both sides had run out of energy a long time ago. They were barely managing to hold on with their mental fortitude alone. Pareia’s warriors were starting to fall one after another because of the monstrous Venersis and the Desert Sword.

Was there no point to Orca’s miracle?

They did not even have the strength to retreat at this point. They could only run forward and die with the enemy.

Pere could only fall into despair after looking around the battlefield as well. There were no other options. He could only accept death with the other warriors. The revenge will be up to the others.

The war seemed to end with the Shuarei’s victory like that.

Stand up warrior.

Stand and push forward.

The enemy weapons will miss your body

And your weapon will pierce the enemy.

Forget your fear and push forward.

A voice started to ring out in the warriors’ heads.

The warriors were thinking that they were going crazy as their death was imminent. However, the voice did not disappear. That voice got rid of the despair in their hearts, and helped bring back the courage that they had already lost.

Warrior, do you not have the strength to stand?

Do not lose to your body.

Your fiery passion

And your storm-like courage

Still resides in your heart.

Why are you thinking about losing?

Stand up warrior.

Stand and push forward.

All of them had gone crazy.

The warriors who found it difficult to even lift up their shamshirs started to swing their shamshirs, and the warriors who found it difficult to even breath started to vigorously shout as they started to push forward.

“Pareia’s warriors. I have arrived!”