I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 129

I Killed the Demon King. It was a mistake.

Chapter 129

Caesar felt like he couldn’t control the boiling power within him.

Even a typical supporting-type wizard would find it difficult to cast more than 3 buff spells.

At the moment one tries to cast more than 3 different buff spells, it becomes a burden for the wizard themselves, and for the recipient, it creates a sensory disconnect that can actually damage their body.

Therefore, usually, buff spells are limited to 1.

Pushing it a bit, receiving 2 buff spells was considered standard.

However, the buff spells Caesar received from Raven were a whopping 5.

Strength enhancement.

Reaction speed enhancement.

Durability enhancement.

Stamina enhancement.

And finally, sensory enhancement.

In terms of feeling, it was almost similar to the effect of the ‘stimulant’ he took when fighting Yugar.

Moreover, this wasn’t even Raven’s full potential.

Raven’s true value appears when performing ‘one-man supporting’ magic.

By pouring buff spells tailored specifically for one person, the effect surpasses Smir’s stimulant.

This is why Yan insisted to the Emperor that Raven was absolutely necessary for the Hero’s Party.

Caesar reminisced about the Hero’s Party memories and crushed the heads of the rebels.

“Aaaargh!”

Caesar’s primary targets were those near the ‘coastal guns’ who could strike the ships.

The port entrance was already occupied by the rebels, so the gun barrels were aimed at the ships.

“Prepare to fi- Gaaah!”

Caesar beheaded the one who appeared to be the rebel leader.

The rebel soldiers all stared at Caesar with startled eyes.

“Ah, devil…!”

“It’s a bit much to call a devil killer a devil.”

Caesar roared Thunder.

The miniaturized Thunder instantly severed their necks and landed in Caesar’s hand.

He didn’t touch the coastal guns.

They were too valuable to destroy when they might be needed again later.

At that moment, fire erupted from the coastal battery at the far end of the port.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Shells flew toward the lead ship.

But all the shells exploded in mid-air.

The Great Wall magic was in operation.

“The plan is working.”

Yes.

This is it.

The satisfaction when the plan I devised works perfectly.

This pleasure was different from simply slaughtering enemies indiscriminately.

“Whitey!”

A pegasus flying in the sky swooped down to Caesar.

Caesar grabbed its ankle and flew up.

Raven, holding the pegasus’s neck from above, shouted:

“Caesar! I don’t know how to handle a pegasus!”

“Just stay still. It’s a gentle creature.”

“Don’t you dare…!”

Caesar ignored Raven’s words and glided using Wind Riding to the opposite coastal battery.

And he harvested their heads.

But no matter how many he killed, they seemed endless.

Coastal batteries in the distant hills were also spewing fire toward the ships.

When did they even occupy those areas?

“Whitey…! Oh?”

At that moment, a black dot shot through the air from the lead ship.

A clean blue light trail stretched from the dot’s tail, and when a smooth blue curve drew a picture on the red sky, the shells exploded mid-air.

The target of this black dot was clear.

The hill’s coastal guns that were just firing at the ship.

“Crazy…”

At least a distance that would take 1.5 hours by boat, covered in a single leap?

Even with Caesar using Wind Riding, this was impossible.

According to Caesar, there are only two humans who could perform such insane aerial techniques.

One is Yan, the other is Mitchell.

Among those with black hair, there’s only one.

This is the Hero Yan.

When he landed on the hill, a brilliant blue light burst out, and the entire hilltop disappeared.

A surviving rebel trembled at this magnificent sight.

“…M-Magic?”

Caesar raised his axe.

“That’s not magic. That’s a hero.”

“Wh-What? The hero has come? I didn’t hear about…”

Thud!

Caesar split the rebel’s head.

“Too much talking for an extra.”

Yan leaped again.

From a distance, it looked like a flea jumping.

Of course, at each landing point, massive explosions occurred like a giant’s footsteps.

Caesar sighed.

“…Why destroy perfectly good coastal batteries while killing enemies? We’ll need those cannons later!”

Caesar called out to Whitey.

“Whitey! Let’s go to that idiot!”

He needed to stop the excited hero before he destroyed more intact batteries.

***

Yan clearly heard the operation’s objective from Caesar.

The means of attacking ships are at most coastal guns and mortars.

If all gun batteries aiming at the ships are destroyed, the ships can safely land.

Yan targeted the next objective.

Far away on the gun batteries, two groups were firing at each other.

Yan leaped forward to the battery.

Boom!

As Yan arrived, the soldiers fighting each other froze.

“I-It’s the Hero!”

“It’s the Hero! Hero! Has he come to save us!”

The group defending the battery cheered.

This side seems to be their allies.

Yan drew his sword, about to charge toward the group attacking the battery.

Pause!

But Yan couldn’t attack rashly.

“Hero! They are the rebels! These guys are the rebels!”

“What nonsense! You are the rebels!”

Both groups were wearing identical Imperial Army uniforms.

Their weapons were the same, and they even wore military ID tags.

What in the world was happening?

Who were the allies?

Who were the enemies?

Yan’s mind went blank.

“These bastards! Where are they lying…!”

Bang! Bang!

The attacking side fired shots.

The battery-defending side also fired bullets.

Yan blocked the bullets coming toward him with his sword.

“Everyone put down your weapons!”

The soldiers on both sides ignored the Hero’s command.

“Put them down right now!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the distance, other batteries began spewing fire.

Shells flew and exploded against the Great Wall.

‘Damn it.’

If Yan had cleared this area, he would have already cleared those coastal batteries.

But Yan couldn’t move.

There was no one who could tell him who was an enemy or an ally.

What would Raven have done?

Raven would have immediately determined who was an enemy and who was an ally with his unique sharp sensory ability.

Mitchell… Would have killed everyone.

Barre… ?

Yan’s gaze turned to the coastal battery.

If it were Barre, he would have blamed the cannons, not the people, and smashed them.

Then what about me…?

What should I do?

What am I supposed to…?

Kwaaaang!

At that moment, a red man fell from the sky.

The red man slaughtered all those defending the battery.

It was Caesar.

“Wait a moment…! They might be allies…!”

But Caesar killed without saying a word.

Wiping off the blood, he approached Yan.

“What are you doing right now?”

“…What?”

Caesar seemed slightly angry.

“It’s obviously the enemy here!”

“How can you tell?”

Caesar showed a white string that had fallen on the ground.

“Don’t you see this white string near them? Isn’t this what the rebels use to mark their allies?”

“Oh…!”

Indeed, all the rebels Yan had killed had white strings on their arms.

The soldiers who were attacking the battery saluted Caesar and Yan.

“Thank you! Sir Yan!”

“Oh, no, I didn’t…”

He had done nothing.

Yan’s words trailed off.

At that moment, a pegasus landed.

Raven was riding it and dismounted as if falling off.

And then she threw up.

“Uuuuugh!”

Caesar chuckled looking at Raven.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of flying.”

Raven wiped her mouth.

“…Never riding a pegasus again.”

“You should have said you were afraid of flying earlier. Then I wouldn’t have made you ride.”

“It’s not that flying is scary, it’s just that being alone on an uncontrollable thing…”

“Is scary?”

“…It’s annoying.”

Raven growled at Caesar.

But from Caesar’s perspective, it looked like a kitten growling.

Caesar mounted the pegasus and said:

“Then you two go together. I’ll move separately. And…”

Caesar looked at Yan.

“Don’t destroy the coastal guns. We’ll need to use them all later.”

With those words, Caesar flew away on the pegasus.

Raven glared at Caesar flying far away.

“I don’t like him.”

Yan chuckled.

“You two seem to have gotten quite close?”

“Shut up, Yan.”

Raven took a deep breath and grabbed Yan’s wrist.

“We’re teleporting. Do you know how?”

Yan hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Specify the target. …I’m not sure.”

Raven saw the shape of magic rising from Yan’s skin.

Irregular, ominous, and trembling slightly.

The emotion Yan is feeling.

Fear.

Raven has seen this moment when Yan feels fear several times.

It wasn’t when facing an enemy, but when an ally entered Yan’s attack range.

Because Raven understood Yan’s mind to some extent, he sighed and nodded.

“I’ll display a mark above your head.”

Yan was finally relieved.

Because with Raven here, at least the terrible situation of killing allies won’t occur.

“I’d rather just kill the demon race.”

Raven silently waved her wand.

Then it disappeared as if it had never existed.

***

The rebel troops were in an uproar.

“A, a wizard! We weren’t told a wizard was coming!”

“How would we know that! We only knew support troops were coming!”

“There are rumors that the hero Yan has appeared.”

“Wait a minute, does that mean we have to face the hero? Are we the hero’s enemies?”

“How are we going to handle this? We won’t be able to board the ship to the continent!”

This ship recapture operation was carried out by rebel leaders of various sizes joining forces.

Their goals were different.

Some wanted to seize the ship and return to their hometown.

Some wanted to capture military supplies and make a big score.

When the leaders had different intentions, attacking wasn’t as big a problem as expected.

The rebel leaders weren’t those who learned division-level tactics, and at most they could command platoon-level or at most company-level combat.

Joining together to make a plan was meaningless.

They just instinctively bit at visible weaknesses, and as they bit, another weakness would appear, and by persistently targeting that weakness, they would typically achieve victory.

The problem was when they were blocked like right now.

The hero Yan and the wizards were an insurmountable force, even for veterans who had rolled around battlefields for five years.

Continuing to fight them would be tantamount to suicide.

So what should they do?

Should they defend?

Or should they flee?

Or should they launch an offensive?

The problems caused by the absence of rebel alliance leaders immediately became apparent when they encountered an impenetrable wall.

“Let’s escape as originally planned! Everyone remove this mark and flee to the rear. Then they won’t know who we are.”

“What nonsense! Didn’t you say there was a plan to seize the ship when we gathered here!”

“What are you talking about? I heard support troops would come if we held out here.”

“What? Who said that?”

The leaders finally sensed something was wrong.

“Who was the bastard who called us to gather here?”

At that moment, ten bundles of dynamite entered the building.

“Oh, shit…!”

Kwaaaaaang!

The entire building collapsed, and a dust cloud rose.

The rebel soldiers waiting outside blankly stared at the scene of their leaders exploding together.

“What is…”

Then, a middle-aged man with green hair and a bushy beard walked through the dust cloud.

Blood was flowing down his head, and he was staggering as if in shock.

“Sir Sith!”

“Shut up. My head is ringing.”

Sith sat down in an appropriate spot.

Then the soldiers rushed toward the collapsed building.

“C-collect the casualties!”

“Save the leaders!”

Sith shouted with a roar.

“Stop! You idiots!”

The soldiers froze as if paralyzed.

Sith wiped the blood with his sleeve and spoke.

“Where’s the time to dawdle here! Do you have so much time?”

Sith tore off the rebel mark from his arm.

“Everyone escape through the west gate of Luxhope. Collect as many weapons, ammunition, and food as possible.”

“B-but the leaders…”

Sith slapped the rebel soldier who was protesting.

“Get your act together, you bastard. Do you want to die here to the hero and wizards?”

Sith drew his sword.

“From now on, the ‘Home Town’ – no, the rebel troops – will be under my command. Run away now!”

The soldiers all nodded to Sith’s chilling charisma.

After all, the dead are dead, and the living must live, right?

The soldiers all came to their senses, removed the white bands from their shoulders, gathered their weapons, and began to flee.

Sith watched the scene and sighed.

“Will one or two platoons survive?”

Sith hid a smile with a dry expression.

“Not a bad scale.”

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