30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 302

“...Is this a dream?”

A dumbfounded murmur echoed through the ranks of Mordred’s soldiers.

It came from one of the youngest among them, a junior soldier.

Under normal circumstances, his senior comrades would have scolded him, telling him to get his head straight—

But—

“...Is this an illusion?”

Even they could not regain their composure.

If anything, they were even more stunned.

The scene before them was simply too surreal to believe.

“R-Reinforcements... actually arrived...?”

For three hundred years, Mordred had remained isolated.

One reason was the fear that the Great Demon might break its seal and escape.

But another—perhaps the greater reason—was that disasters always followed whenever they sought outside help.

Whenever they reached out for assistance, misfortune struck—

A sudden plague would break out in the territory they requested aid from.

A territorial war would inexplicably ignite.

If it had happened only once or twice, it could have been dismissed as coincidence.

But after dozens of such incidents, it was clear—this was no coincidence.

The decisive event had occurred five years ago.

Mordred had turned to the royal family for aid—

And just like that, war suddenly broke out with Britain.

From that moment, they had sworn never to seek outside help again.

Whether it was the Great Demon’s curse or some strategic manipulation, one thing was certain—

The Great Demon wanted them isolated.

And so, Mordred had lived with the certainty that there was no help coming.

Even when an outsider knight had come to their aid, their first reaction had been disbelief.

They simply could not believe that anyone had come.

But now—

“H-How many...?”

“Four hundred knights...?”

Elite cavalry knights sat astride warhorses before them.

Four hundred forty in total.

It was not five hundred, not an overwhelming number.

To some, it might seem like too few to make a difference.

But—

These were not ordinary knights.

These were—

“The knights of the Great Noble Houses...”

Like Mordred—

No, in some cases, these houses even surpassed Mordred in power.

And their knights—

Were not warriors who merely held the strength of a hundred men.

No—

They were warriors who could stand against a thousand.

“The White Silver Lions...?”

Of course, not all of them were capable of taking on a thousand enemies alone.

Some might barely manage ten.

But even so—

They were undeniable reinforcements.

Reinforcements unlike anything they had ever seen before.

As the soldiers stared at them in disbelief—

A group of knights broke formation and rode forward.

Dudududududu!!

Riding black-armored warhorses, they charged—

Their steeds, nearly twice the size of ordinary warhorses, pounded the earth with terrifying force.

These were Friesians from the Northern Breeds—

Stronger, faster, and more ferocious than their kin.

They were warhorses bred to be stronger than most monsters.

And they did not stop—

Even in the face of hundreds of thousands of enemies.

It was as if—

They would not halt until their riders had achieved their will.

The knights astride these fierce steeds—

Were even more fearsome than the warhorses themselves.

Without hesitation—

They raised their lances.

Lances so massive that one would question whether they could even be wielded properly.

Kugugugugung!

The horde of monsters charged forward.

The Black Knights of the Northern Lands charged to meet them.

The sheer numbers of the monsters were overwhelming.

And their massive, ant-like creatures were built for brutal, crushing charges.

By all logic—

The monsters should have been able to break the charge of the knights.

People screamed in warning—

They wanted to tell them to stop.

But—

BOOOOOOM!!!

Before they could even shout—

The forces had already collided.

FWOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!

A massive shockwave rippled outward in perfect concentric circles, sweeping across the battlefield.

“Kh—!”

“This is insane...!”

The impact was so immense that it blinded those standing too close.

The Mordred soldiers, already exhausted, staggered from the sheer force of it.

Some were even knocked off their feet.

But despite their dazed state—

They desperately lifted their heads, eyes filled with fear.

Had the reinforcements been wiped out?

Thud. Thud. Thud.

“...Huh?”

Their fears were completely unfounded.

What rained down from the sky was not the bodies of knights.

No.

It was—

“Are those... monsters?”

“J-Just how many...?”

It was the bodies of the monsters.

More than a thousand of them—

Shredded into pieces, their flesh and limbs scattering like rain.

Yet—

Even that was not enough to satisfy them.

“FASTER!! DO YOU THINK THIS LEVEL OF BATTLE IS ENOUGH TO SATISFY US?!”

At the front—

A man roared.

And with his command—

The Black Iron Lions surged forward even more ferociously.

They charged again.

And again.

And again.

Breaking through.

Impaling.

Crushing the enemy beneath them.

Like a Northern snowstorm—

Merciless and unstoppable.

Finally—

The Mordred soldiers realized who they were witnessing.

“...The strongest knights of the North.”

A force beyond even the kingdom’s army.

A legendary order of warriors who had never bowed to the monsters, giants, and mystical races of the North.

They had not only resisted them—

They had conquered them.

They had turned fear into awe.

The Black Iron Lions of Lionel.

The legends of the North.

“Hah...”

The breathless murmur of admiration left their lips.

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They had heard countless tales of these warriors—

But never in the South.

This was the first time they had seen them with their own eyes.

And now—

They could say with certainty—

“The legends were understatements.”

If anything, they had been downplayed.

They were not exaggerated in the slightest.

If anything—

They were still being underestimated.

That was how terrifying their power was.

BOOOOOM!!!

In real-time, their legend was unfolding before their eyes—

The number of monsters plummeting with every passing second.

And then—

Dudududududu!!

Another force broke formation.

Knights clad in deep cyan armor, lighter and more agile than the Black Iron Lions.

They rode upon blue-maned warhorses—