Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 5)

Chapter 843: The Last (76)

The heat of the battlefield was palpable. Anyone would find it unpleasant.

I was certain anyone who had ever stood on the battlefield even once wouldn't welcome it.

They passed by wounded comrades, encountered enemies, and clashed with their swords and spears. A deafening roar was heard, along with screams from all directions.

I was out of breath. I felt malice, hostility, and madness spread through the air, and the foul smell of blood and sweat made it difficult to breathe properly.

My body was drenched in sweat, and it was impossible to distinguish what was truly happening. For ordinary people, the battlefield was something they feared and would never want to experience again.

Of course, some enjoyed this environment.

The brigade trash, the sad psychopath killers, and some of the war-addicted veterans and retired mercenaries.

I honestly had never understood what it felt like to be addicted to war, but I thought I might upon seeing the Red Mercenaries.

'They're unusual indeed.'

They were definitely unusual.

-Let's go! Comrades!

-Whoooooooooooooooooaaaaa!!

-To battle, my brothers and sisters!

-Don't stop! Charge! Charge! Charge!

-Fight, bastards, fight!

-Don't die! Do not die! Let's meet again after all of this is over!

'Really...'

I knew that the atmosphere of the Red Mercenary Guild was inherently wild, but it seemed more disorganized than I'd thought. There were people like Choi Young-ki who judged the situation fairly coldly, and although they were made of muscles, there was a feeling that they were rational muscleheads.

They had fairly good manners, and the proportion of those looking dandy was also quite high. Of course, the rules defined by the guild instilled reason in them, but as those reputations piled up...

'I forgot about it.'

For a moment, I forgot that it was Cha Heera holding back those gangs of delinquents. I had forgotten that if she put them out in the world immediately, they would become criminals or were already people who would cause trouble somewhere.

-Kill them! Kill!!!

-Die, you dirty bastards!! Wizards, bring support! Support!!

-Move! Bastard! Move!!

-Bring it on, you demon insects!! Come on!!

It wasn't the first time I had seen the Red Mercenaries on the battlefield, but it felt so unfamiliar to me. They weren't fighting like trained soldiers in formation. It was more like watching beasts with their leashes removed.

'They're a real mess.'

Some had axes, and some had shields. Just like the weapons they held, their fighting styles were also different.

Some fought without their armor because it was hot, and some used their staffs as blunt weapons despite being wizards.

Some threw huge weapons, while others laughed out loud after being attacked by the enemy wizards. Some fought recklessly with their messed up bodies, pulling out arrows stuck in their arms, and some scanned the battlefield with eyes that looked like they had gone mad.

The battlefield was in so much chaos that I could understand why she hadn't loosened their leashes until now...

—They are barbarians.