Shadowed Gaze: The Highserk War Saga - Chapter 83

“Too slow, too slow, too slooooow!!”

For Digor, forming footholds through Earth magic was excruciatingly sluggish, burning his patience with unbearable irritation. Such hindrance was intolerable to Digor, who cherished freedom above all.

“Hey, the foothold is still—”

Ignoring the dull-witted magic soldier Louban’s caution, Digor dashed across the ground. The earth crumbled under his steps, but he narrowly avoided falling or stumbling by a hair’s breadth.

And finally, he overtook the rising ground. Backed by his impressive physical capabilities, Digor leapt into the air with a kick, tucking his legs and expertly curling his massive body to vault over the castle wall. Upon landing, Digor found the Dalimarcus troops hiding behind the wall, overwhelmed by the ferocious assault of the mercenary band.

“What?! He jumped ov—”

Wielding his two-handed sword as if it was part of his body, Digor swung it down. The blade sliced from the shoulder, cutting deeply down to the solar plexus, silencing the bothersome flies with a gush of fresh blood.

His hand trembled with joy at the sensation of slicing through flesh, his nostrils filled with the enchanting stench of death. From his toes to his head, Digor was overwhelmed with bliss. Even the foul stench leaking from the innards was a spice that stimulated him.

“I’m the first!!!”

Proclaiming himself the spearhead, Digor immediately began his ruthless assault. His Strong Strike left the enemy soldiers dazed, and he bisected them, with their blood and death throes arousing Digor’s battle instincts and dark desires.

“I don’t need these stiff old men. Ah, they’re overgrown. No good. No good at all.”

He parried an incoming spear with his sword, using brute strength to knock down a soldier and peered into his face, but the soldier was not to Digor’s liking.

“I prefer them more… moist, softer.”

In frustration, he struck the soldier several times with the hilt; teeth broke, eye sockets caved in, and convulsions began. As Digor crawled on all fours, a long sword was thrust at him, but he simply grabbed the now-useless soldier with one hand and hurled him at the enemy.

The soldier bent his upper body and crouched just in time to dodge, but Digor had already leapt up, delivering a knee strike.

“Ha, like a fountain.”

Watching blood and vomit spew from the soldier’s mouth, Digor clapped his hands innocently.

“You’ve done it now!!”

With a round shield thrust forward, a Dalimarcus soldier approached. Digor casually swung his two-handed sword. The shield was marked with a clean cut, numbing the soldier’s hand. As the soldier still tried to close the distance, Digor repeated his slashes.

“One, two, three, four, ahh, keep it up, keep it up!”

Counting while executing Strong Strikes, the enemy soldier’s head was gone by the fifth slash.

“Overwhelm him! Kill him!!”

At the rallying cry of the few regular soldiers, four militia soldiers converged with their spear points. Far from being intimidated, Digor eagerly lunged forward.

The roaring two-handed sword cut off the reinforced spear tips and twisted another. The remaining spear was supposed to pierce Digor’s throat, leaving him looking like a log. Digor accepted it, and lowered his head. The spear grazed his cheek, not protected by armor. He tasted the spear shaft on his outstretched tongue and Digor accelerated without hesitation.

“Why won’t he stop?!”

At a distance where breaths mingled, Digor opened his wide mouth and literally bit through the soldier’s throat, swallowing the crushed Adam’s apple as if it were routine. Blood splattered, and air wheezed thinly through the exposed throat.

The soldiers, their spear shattered and their comrades slain, drew short swords and knives. But Digor’s two-handed sword struck the second man’s temple, and without losing momentum, gouged out the third man’s throat.

“Ugh, aahhAaAAA?!”

The last one raised a furious shout to rally himself and stabbed forward with a short sword drawn in a backhand grip. For Digor, who had let himself be driven by instinct and freedom, this strike was nothing more than a triviality.

Digor half-rotated his body and delivered a full-force kick to the soldier’s torso. Despite the unbearable pain in his organs, the soldier rolled on the ground, scattering saliva and gastric fluid into the void.

“Ah…”

In the full view of the writhing soldier, a shadow loomed. It was a pair of heavy boots, reinforced with iron plates. Furthermore, with Digor’s full weight added, their destructive power was elevated to a lethal level. The soldier’s skull was effortlessly crushed without showing even the slightest resistance.

“Hmm, ah… stepping on a melon feels better.”

Digor savored the moist, sticky sensation under his feet. This level of satisfaction was far from enough for Digor. He continued to trample his prey, but the two rabbit-like targets he had seen from a distance were nowhere to be found.

“Did they run back to their burrow? Guess I’ll have to dig them out!”

“Where are you going, Digor?”

One of his subordinates asked him. Despite the chaos, unlike the crazed man who leapt alone into enemy territory, the subordinate retained a bit of reason amidst his screw-looseness.

“You’re too slow. We’re going rabbit hunting. Follow me.”

His subordinates sighed, resigned to yet another of Digor’s whims. His eccentricities were nothing new, but one thing was certain: his overwhelming strength. He never hesitated to use any means for his desires. Only the leader, Giusto, could possibly stop him.

“My rabbits, my lovely rabbits.”

Following his instincts, Digor ran towards the adjoining corner tower. Intoxicated by the appetizer of flesh and blood, Digor laughed uproariously. While dispatching soldiers with his two-handed sword, he sliced open a young soldier’s stomach, armor and all.

“Ugh, eeh? Aaaaahh!!”

Digor gently embraced the young soldier who spat blood and writhed in agony, treating him like a doll. There was an order to be followed to play with his favorite toy for a long time and savor it deliciously.

“Aha, yes, this is great, so great.”

The soldier’s pained breaths brushed against Digor’s face as he continued to apply pressure. Digor shivered as he felt the soldier’s ribs and spine collapse within his arms.

“Oof, haah, this is the best!”

After discarding the used-up body, Digor set his sights on the corner tower. It wasn’t the first or second time he had broken his main dish in excitement. Thus, Digor had learned to vent before facing his true objective.

Humming, Digor approached the corner tower, but stopped at the sight of an explosion and flashes of light.

“Huh?”

The corner tower he had been aiming for was under magic attack, ruining Digor’s main dish.

“The rabbits, my rabbits, NOOOO! What is this?! Lucca, youuuu bastaaaard!!”

Digor frothed at the mouth, closing in on the group that had cast the magic on the rabbit hut from behind. Among them were mercenaries skilled in magic, including a woman who led the magic users.

“Damn BIIIIITCH! That was my prey! What are you doing?! HUH?!”

“Giusto said to hit the corner tower with magic from the inside once the wall’s breached.”

The mention of the leader of the mercenaries didn’t justify hindering Digor’s freedom.

“I don’t care, don’t fuck with me now!”

His beloved rabbits had been swallowed by magic. Enraged, his muscles bulged, and his hand clutching the two-handed sword tore up the earth repeatedly. A normal member of the group would have been intimidated, but the woman was just as loose in the head.

“They might still be alive. And if they’re dead, just play with the corpses.”

Digor fell silent, contemplating Lucca’s suggestion with his limited brain. Using his main prey in one go, especially in the midst of a battle, was both thrilling and extravagant. The very thought excited Digor beyond measure.

“Aah, yes! Typical of a bitch who climbed up from being a whore. Good idea.”

“I don’t need to be told that by someone as loose as you.”

Driven by freedom and desire, the fierce warrior Digor charged ahead. His target was the beloved, trembling little rabbits waiting below.

Translator – Lyxxna