The Extra Wants To Live

The monster, who was trying to forcefully stomp the ground with its raised feet, suddenly lost control of its body as the direction of its force changed drastically.

Kwung! Boom! Kwack! Kwaang!

The creature was standing on the floor in an awkward position, unable to lower its raised right leg, and its already broken knee could not withstand the shock transmitted from that incorrect posture.

Its knee was completely twisted, and Carl had hit the inside of its knee, causing its thigh to turn inward. Naturally, the entire body tilted to the right.

The monster tried to balance itself on its tail, but it used too much force and ended up hitting the ground with its right hand. So the force that was trying to move forward ended up being directed to the right, and instead of just sitting down and stopping, the creature threw its body and rolled to the right in an attempt to reduce the impact.

"Hang in there!"

"Kkaaaah!"

But it wasn't a very good choice.

At Carl's command, the soldiers held on to the ropes entangled with the net with all their might, and even though they were dragged through the swamp and sank into the soft ground up to their thighs, they managed to keep the net from slipping away.

The force was so great that the sturdy leather gloves were burning hot from the friction and were becoming tattered.

Anyway, the soldiers held on, and the monster rolled on the ground, becoming entangled in nets and ropes.

It was Carl's personal force that broke the monster's knees, but it was the strength of less than 20 soldiers that tied it up and brought it down.

A devilish charisma that made them fight without backing down even once against a powerful monster they encountered for the first time, and made them move with precision and accuracy as if they had fought it hundreds of times.

How could the soldiers of the Laurel Legion not regard Carl as a messenger of God when they saw a monster that even a hundred soldiers could not even wound, collapse in their hands and roll on the floor?

"Lord Carl!"

And just as the monster was about to rise, Bilford jumped out from between the trees.

The monster moved and rolled its body to target Carl, who had retreated to the left, and Bilford was on the left of the 1st unit.

Carl and Bilford eyes met for a moment.

Carl spoke to Bilford with eyes as calm as a lake.

Kill him.

Shhh!

The monster was getting up with its head on the ground, unable to move because its arms were tied with nets and ropes.

Like a prisoner kneeling on the guillotine, Bilford sword swung like a ray of light and struck the back of the beast's neck.

The monster's bright yellow eyes rose at the stinging sensation and glared at Bilford, who had stopped in front of it, but it was unable to move.

Knock knock!

Thud!

Although the neck was not completely severed, the cut was deep enough to sever the spine. The neck was broken in a position where all the enormous weight was placed on the relatively thin neck. The neck stretched out and eventually tore off, leaving a wide open wound.

The neck didn't completely fall off because the body was limp and had lost its nerves, but that was the end of it.

"Lord Carl, are you okay?"

"Yes, as you can see."

Carl spoke calmly, looking at the monster with only its head still alive, rolling its eyes and moving its jaw. Bilford was a sight he had always seen, but it still surprised him a little.

One could tell how the battle had progressed just by looking at it.

It was creepy that they were able to fight this far using soldiers they didn't think would be of much help. Carl gave orders as he heard the footsteps of the soldiers of the 3rd division who arrived late.

"Take a break. Leave the net behind for now."

Soldiers, exhausted from a single battle, struggled to pull their feet out of the swamp and climb up onto the tree roots.

The post-war rest was awesome, but the fact that no order was given to retrieve the tangled net in this situation was really awesome.

Carl quietly watched the monster's bright yellow eyes dilate.

***

Dillin found it difficult to suppress his nervousness.

As you can tell from the fact that he is a member of the Laurel Unit, his hometown is a territory belonging to the Laurel Union. Although this river is small, it is quite long, and it meanders for a long time towards the southwest before gradually disappearing. His hometown is also near this river.

Dillin was in a rather odd position. He had skills as a knight, but his family background was poor. The lord he served was not that great, so there was no one who could be called a supporter.

The position of commander of the Laurel Legion, which roamed the eastern part of the empire and gained honor and glory, was something he was able to obtain because he had nothing.

If a member of a high-ranking noble family with status and authority were appointed as commander, there would be backlash beyond imagination. But it is not suitable for sitting down with a bunch of people.

So, Dillin was fighting to the point of being worn out in order to seize the honor and glory that he could not use because he had no background.

All he'd get was a name. But even that was not enough for Dillin, who fought for his family.

The situation Dillin was in now was one where he was burdened with the heavy responsibility of having to protect his hometown and rebuild his family.

"Wake up. If we don't do this, everyone is in danger."

Dillin tried to encourage the soldiers in a low, firm voice. Fortunately, the soldiers recruited from various parts of the eastern empire were excellent in both training and morale.

Of course, they were inferior to the imperial soldiers that Carl personally trained and led.

'We must achieve maximum results with minimum damage. We cannot afford to make mistakes in such an important mission.'

It was a mission that would determine the future of the eastern part of the empire.

If they accidentally missed a monster, not only would they suffer arithmetical damage, but they would also be unable to handle the fierce criticism from countless people.

"The place where the rope is stretched out in front of me is a deep pool."

"Okay. Stay back."

After receiving guidance from the guide, Dillin bit him and approached cautiously in formation. He gripped the sword on his shoulder as he recalled the image of the monster that Aric had killed.

To be honest, Dillin, who had outstanding skills, thought he would take half and half if he fought Bilford.

But that wasn't confidence that came from martial arts. Dillin, who was in his prime physically, was powerful, had more mana than Bilford, and had good mana output.

That was enough to crush the physically immature Bilford, but unfortunately, it was of little use against the giant monster. Fighting with brute force was not the way for humans to deal with monsters.

When dealing with monsters, nimble movements and wisdom were required.

If the opponent was at the level of a troll, he would have been confident that he could kill them easily, but the power of this reptilian monster was beyond imagination.

"Sir Dillin, there doesn't seem to be anything in the pool."

"Don't let your guard down and check your surroundings."

Despite the reports from the searching soldiers, Dillin did not let his guard down.

The Laurel Unit had to solve various problems, so they did not recruit soldiers based solely on combat power.

WHEEK!

There were many versatile soldiers, so it was impossible for there to be none who had mastered tracking skills. One of the soldiers searching around the pool whistled and waved his hands as attention turned to him.

"Come back."

At Dillin's command, the soldiers who had been searching the surroundings quickly gathered.

"I found a trace," the soldier who had been whistling whispered softly.

If that were all, there would be no reason to retreat and gather like this.

But if the guy was a sentient monster, it was a different story. If it was a top predator that left its mark so openly, it must be sensitive about its territory.

But there was no response to the fact that so many people were swarming in the swamp that was its territory.

"They are probably hiding around and watching us."

Everyone felt a chill at those words. That huge thing was hiding, and they couldn't find it.

"Please call a guide."

At the soldier's words, Dillin gestured for the guide who had stepped back.

The soldier and the guide looked around for a while and discussed this and that. The guide carefully changed positions to recall the scenery he remembered and compared it with his memory.

If you stepped on the tree roots and jumped down carefully, you would land right on the stone on the other side.

Then, you would not sink into the mud, and your shoes would not get ruined.

Then, if you climbed up while holding onto the rope tied to the wooden pole next to you, you could see the entire pond at a glance.

Every summer, he pictured in his head the scenery he had seen countless times and recalled the feeling of stepping foot on it.

What his grandfather, father, and older brother learned, he was now teaching to his son. He lived where they lived, and soon his son would also live and set foot on this land.

This land was his everything and always would be. So, in order to kill the bastard hiding in this land, they would find him.

"…That place is where the water originally filled up."

The guide eventually noticed a small change at the edge of the pool. His father taught him to be careful not to fall in the hollow ground at the edge of the pond, so he always walked carefully.