30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 304

The tides of battle had shifted in an instant!

A single sentence was enough to describe the overwhelming change in the battlefield. And this shift was, without question—

[Grrrk!?]

[Kehek...!]

[!!]

—an utter catastrophe for the monsters.

The so-called Accursed Beasts were in a complete panic, scattering in desperate attempts to flee.

Monsters born from the wicked gods' malice charged forward, unthinking and unafraid—only to be shattered like brittle ice, crushed and broken again and again. The rest fared no better, their bodies reduced to nothing more than pulped remains.

The warriors of the North and the Guardians of the Lake rampaged across the battlefield, cleaving through tens of thousands of monsters in moments, as if proving their claim to be the greatest force of ground warfare.

The airborne creatures, enraged by this, sought to turn the tides in their favor. The battlefield was their domain, the skies their rightful throne. They swooped down, ready to devour the knights below—

Slice!

Thunk—!

[K-Kek...!]

—Only to have their wings torn apart. Their stomachs were split open mid-air, sending them plummeting helplessly to the ground.

And, as impossible as it seemed—

[Kiiek?!!]

—humans, knights, were flying.

A knightly order wielding banners embroidered with crimson eagles and arrows.

There was no mistaking it.

If they were not called knights but rangers, none would dare challenge their claim as the greatest ranger force on the continent—no, in the entire South.

“...Why are those knights flying?”

“M-Magic, maybe?”

“I can’t sense any flow of mana, though—what in the...?”

“????”

It was the Crimson Eagle Knights.

Darting through the skies as if they ruled them, they carved through the airborne monsters. But they didn’t stop there—they rained down arrows in torrents, thinning the [N O V E L I G H T] monsters on the ground as well.

A barrage. That was the only way to describe it.

Their battle style was different from Galahad or Lionel, but there was no denying it—they had claimed dominance over a section of the battlefield.

Of course, they weren’t the only ones making an impact.

Schlunk!

"If you see any distortion-type monsters, eliminate them immediately! Even the slightest anomaly must not be overlooked, understood?"

"Yes, Grandmaster!"

The Swordmasters of Offen.

An unusual noble house—one without a knightly order—yet no one in the kingdom dared to underestimate them.

They bore the title House of the Sword, and their strength came not from knights, but from the countless swordsmen who pledged themselves to Offen, as well as the formidable instructors who resided within the family.

It was often said that an instructor of Offen was on par with a high-ranking knight or a black-rank mercenary. And today, they proved that was no mere rumor.

No matter how dangerous the enemy, they sliced through them with overwhelming precision.

A single stroke for a lesser monster.

No more than five for a giant beast categorized as mid to large-sized.

The only ones that took more time were distortion-type monsters—illusions, mind manipulators, creatures of twisted abilities. But in the end, the Swordmasters of Offen emerged victorious.

It was an astonishing sight.

Distortion-type monsters were supposed to be nightmares to deal with, enemies that could take an entire day to defeat.

Yet these swordsmen tore through them like children’s playthings.

It was no wonder they were held in higher regard than even high-ranking knights and black-rank mercenaries.

It was only fitting for the House of the Sword.