Fled Without Realizing I Had Prevented the Apocalypse

“That guy is the vanguard…”
Lycan, whom I saw in the previous battle, was certainly a warrior qualified to take the vanguard.
Ferocious and powerful, and also well aware of how to act to instill fear in the opponent.
A cunning wolf who handles a kind of mental strategy well.
Because he was such a warrior, the Khan, who needed to establish a clear upper hand from the beginning, put Lycan at the vanguard.
In fact, he performed that role excellently.
“But now he won’t be able to play that vanguard role, right?”
The reason Lycan could secure the vanguard role was not only because of his cunning mind’s mental strategies, but also because he basically had outstanding martial prowess.
No matter how brilliant one’s mind is, if there’s no martial power, the warriors of the North would fall.
Lycan also had enough martial power to claim to be the Khan’s third arm.

“How can a guy without a right arm be the vanguard commander?”
Until I tore off that wolf cub’s arm.
Although I couldn’t take his life because he did all sorts of nonsense, I clearly remember at least tearing off the arm that was holding his sword.
For Lycan, who used a sword instead of claws unlike other wolf beast-people, losing the right arm where decades of swordsmanship had been embodied was an irreparable scar.
That’s why even though I let him go with all sorts of interference operations, I thought I wouldn’t see that figure anymore.
“He has it.”
“…What?”
“He has it. That right arm.”
Elaine answers my question. At the same time, she lifted up the top she was wearing.
For a moment I was flustered by the suddenly revealed fair skin, but then I noticed a black scar drawn in a straight line on her well-trained abdomen.
“That scar…”
“It’s made by that guy.”
Elaine said in a calm voice. I quietly looked at the scar she showed.
The straight-line scar fortunately didn’t seem to have severed her body, but its remnants remained, gnawing at Elaine’s energy.
This dirty wound is indeed the trace of that damn White Wolf.
The fact that he could leave such a wound on the 6th rank Elaine also meant that the guy had regained his arm.
“Lie down for now.”
Although I had questions about how he recovered his severed arm, for now, recovering Elaine’s wound takes priority.
I had Elaine continue to lift her abdomen and then laid her down on the bed placed in my room.
After laying her down like that, I sit on a chair and place my hand on the scar on Elaine’s abdomen.
At the same time, as I operate the magic power in my body, the White Wolf’s magic power engraved on her abdomen slowly began to melt by my magic power.
“Gyarurung…”
“Even if it feels strange, bear with it. I need to make direct contact now.”
Although Elaine was making animal sounds like before, I didn’t mind.
It’s a wound left by a 7th rank warrior, no less.
Moreover, he intentionally left his own magic power on the opponent.
Removing that malice is not an easy task by any means.

Only a superhuman of equal or higher level than him would be able to remove it completely.
In that sense, the reason Elaine couldn’t remove this scar is also for that reason.
Because there’s no 7th rank superhuman staying in this castle who’s exactly the same as Lycan.
“Kking…”

It seems her body is showing sensitive reactions due to the direct contact of magic power.
Seeing her covering her face while continuously making strange sounds.

Come to think of it, just enduring while pretending to be fine while constantly blocking such a malicious scar must have been sufficient pain.
Even in this process of me extracting magic power, she must be feeling considerable pain.
Dang, dang, dang.
While I was healing Elaine like this, a familiar bell sound rang throughout the castle.
“It’s an attack!”
“The barbarians are invading!”
Following that, along with thumping sounds, shouts announcing the attack are heard from all directions.
It’s a notification that those standing on the outer walls of Winter Forest have spotted enemy forces.
The fact that the bell rang three times meant that the number of those guys was extraordinary.
The main force of the barbarians. Or it would mean that those equivalent to it have invaded outside the castle.
“I need to go out…”
Elaine, hearing the bell sound, instinctively raises her body.
Trying to go outside even in the middle of receiving treatment.
It’s an action that shows the determination that the lord of Winter Forest should not hide on the battlefield.
But.
“There’s no need for that.”
I lightly pressed down on Elaine’s head with my finger as she tried to forcefully get up.
Then Elaine lies back down on the bed with a thud.
Her face was full of bewilderment.
“Why…?”
“How are you going to go out in that body condition?”
She’s pushed back with just one finger without even using any particular strength.
In that body condition, even if she goes outside, she won’t be able to set foot on the battlefield.
Elaine must know that condition too.
“But, I need to step up…”
“Shhh.”
As she says this and tries to raise her body again, I lay her down again and.
Jijijik.
Slowly raised my magic power.

The magic power that rose while having multiple duels earlier heats up my body.
Although clumsy, I can certainly handle the power of lightning now.
This should be enough.
“Think of it as paying for the duels I committed earlier.”
Originally, reinforcements are needed at times like this.
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Gooo.
A fierce north wind blows.
Brushing away the snow mixed in between, the vanguard commander Lycan frowned.
“This is strange.”
Originally, there was no plan to step out like this.
The carefully crafted plan over more than 3 weeks. The scheme to slowly dry up and kill the gateway called Winter Forest was being implemented.
That’s why they let the messenger heading from Winter Forest to the Empire go.
Lycan knows the state of the Empire well. The Empire, steeped in peace, will send reinforcements only after at least a month passes even if Winter Forest sends a request for support.
Those arrogant ones down there did so before too.
If that happens, those in Winter Forest will continue to guard those meaningless castle walls, full of hope that reinforcements will come.
Breaking that guarded hope was precisely the reason why Lycan stepped up as the vanguard commander.
“That castle lord won’t be able to step up properly either.”
A 6th rank wolf beast-person. The last survivor of the Green Wolf tribe that he thought he had killed off in the previous war.
And the lord of Winter Forest.
He didn’t kill that castle lord. He just left a big wound on her abdomen and sent her away.
The wound will remain forever without being erased, leaving only pain, and she probably won’t be able to properly step onto the battlefield and will only be able to spout words.
And a castle lord who only spouts words cannot gain the trust of superhumans.

Letting them hold onto a sliver of hope, and watching their fighting spirit slowly cool down.
Then easily devouring them was the plan Lycan had crafted.
“But why is their fighting spirit overflowing?”

He can tell even from afar.
The atmosphere of the castle he had carefully created is burning again.
He thought there was no more firewood to burn.
“Is it related to the annihilation of the reconnaissance team?”
It was a thin spear created to break their morale.

He did include one 6th rank warrior, but it wasn’t enough to assault the castle.
However, it was also a unit difficult for Winter Forest to easily overcome.
That unit was completely annihilated.
Moreover, without even leaving any communication to them.
There are two possibilities to consider.
Either the superhumans of the castle joined forces and made a last struggle.
Or a new superhuman appeared.
Lycan’s thoughts leaned towards the former, but it didn’t matter much even if it was the latter.
If they were able to completely cut down that unit, they must be at the 7th rank level.
At that level, although it would be burdensome, it’s something he can handle within his plan.
“As long as it’s not that damn monster-like guy.”
Lycan grabbed his right arm that was still throbbing.
‘This is the last time.’
The arm that the returned Khan regenerated for him. Although different from before, he was able to regain his old sense with the familiar sensation, but it seems the scars of time are not easily erased.
The scar burned black over the shoulder connecting the arm.
It was the price of facing the lightning from the sky.
‘That dog keeps barking.’
The sight of the transcendent wearing a snow-white mask, enveloping his entire body in lightning, tearing off his arm was an unforgettable scene even after years had passed.
The raging lightning that swept away the warriors of the North without even unfolding mental image.
That lightning that completely overturned the world they had lived in is something no one can forget.
Especially if they know that power that even killed their king.
“But that monster is gone now.”
He sent spies to the South several times to find out, but stories about the Heavenly Thunder were completely cut off after the last war.
Moreover, even his king asserted that the Heavenly Thunder would not be there.
He could be certain that the nightmare of the North had disappeared.
What’s left is just massacring the Southerners steeped in peace.

That’s what Lycan does best.
That’s why the Khan must have given him another chance.
“It’s a bit earlier than planned, but.”
Lycan raised his sword again with his regenerated arm.
One word.
If he utters just one word, the legion given by the Khan will bring down that thin castle.
And Lycan was ready for that.
“Everyone adv…”
Therefore, he was about to give the order to advance, but.
“Damn sons of bitches.”
Pajijijik-!
Kwagwagwagwang!!
He could only gape at the sight of blue lightning falling from the dry sky, burning their legion.