Re:Crafting in Another World
Chapter 50: Order 13

Chapter 50: Order 13

The battlefield was chaos. Screams of men and the roar of magic filled the air as the banners of the Principality of Sturgon and the Leige Theocracy clashed against one another.

The Sturgon soldiers, dressed in silver colored steel and bearing the white banner of their nation, were being pushed back relentlessly. The golden banners of the Leige Theocracy waved high in the air as their knights and mages carved through the battlefield with an unstoppable force.

Flames roared through the ranks of the Sturgon army as destructive spells rained down from Leige. Their shield lines crumbled, and men were sent flying. The sound of steel against steel, the cries of the wounded, and the earth-shaking explosions painted a grim picture of defeat.

"Where is the Order?!" a soldier of Sturgon screamed, blood and sweat dripping down his face. His armor was dented, and his sword was shaking in his grip. "They were supposed to be here! Are we going to die like pigs without even fighting back?! What did we even come here for?"

Another soldier, barely standing, grabbed him by the shoulder. "Hold your faith in the Order! They will come! They always do!"

The first soldier let out a broken laugh, shaking his head. "They will come my ass! When they appear, we’ll already be dead. Look around! We’ve been abandoned! They sent us to die here!"

A deafening explosion interrupted their conversation as a bolt of lightning struck their formation. The ground shattered, sending soldiers flying into the air. A wave of flames followed, incinerating those unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast. The soldier who had screamed for the Order was flung backward, his body tumbling through the mud and rubble.

His vision blurred. His ears rang. The sky above was a dark storm of smoke and burning embers. He coughed, blood filling his mouth, his limbs refusing to move.

Then, through the chaos, he saw them.

A man with long blond hair, his silver armor gleaming even in the dim battlefield light, charged forward with a handful of knights. Their armor was pristine, their presence commanding. They cut through the Leige forces like divine judgment.

The soldier on the ground, barely clinging to life, felt anger surge through him. "Curse these fools..." he muttered, his thoughts slipping away. As his vision darkened, the last thing he saw was a memory of his family—his wife, his son, their warm smiles. And then, the final explosion consumed him, leaving nothing behind but scattered ashes and crimson blood in the wind.

While part of the soldiers were getting oblirated by Liege mages, few of soldiers of Sturgon stood their ground, shields locked, but still the magical projectiles of the Leige mages bombarded them mercilessly. Hope wavered, their lines thinning—until a voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

"Fear not, Sons and Daughters of Sturgon! Death is not our end—it is our pride! It is the proof of our sacrifice, the meaning behind our comrades’ lives! Let them see! Let them know! Death of our enemies will bring meaning to their sacrifices! Death of our enemies will bring peace to our loves ones."

A golden-haired knight rode forth, his presence like a storm, his eyes ablaze with fury and conviction. The soldiers gasped in recognition.

"Sir Juno!" they cried.

This was no ordinary knight. This was no lower ranking knight of Order 13. This was the leader of Order 13, who take direct orders from the royalty. His presence alone was overwhelming enough for most of the soldiers to get back up.

He unsheathed his weapon—Ebonfang, a legendary greatsword as infamous as the man who wielded it. The blade pulsed with a strange aura, a mixture of shadows and light, its dark surface lined with streaks of radiant energy. Juno raised it high, and in a single, fluid motion, he swung it downward.

A wave of destruction tore through the battlefield. Shadow slashes intertwined with arcs of light, crashing into the ranks of the Leige mages. Screams of agony filled the air as the deadly energy obliterated them where they stood. A massive explosion followed, sending dust and debris flying. The enemy lines were shattered, and even the hardened Leige commanders looked shaken.

One of them, standing atop a hill, clenched his fists. "Damn it... it’s him." He exhaled sharply and muttered, "Juno...the bearer of Ebonfang"

Juno stepped forward, his gaze sharp as steel. "This ends today! We bring death to those who dare invade our land! For Sturgon! For our comrades! For our prince!"

"For Sturgon!" his soldiers echoed, their morale ignited like wildfire.

Juno waded through the battlefield, Ebonfang a whirlwind of death. The blade cut through the shields of Leige knights as if they were paper. Warriors fell before him, their bodies split apart, their defenses rendered useless. With each slash, darkness and light danced, consuming everything in their wake.

But just as victory seemed certain, an ominous hum filled the air. The ground trembled. Juno’s sharp eyes darted towards the enemy ranks—and there, positioned on elevated ground, were massive magical cannons.

"No...way" he muttered, realization dawning. "How did they—?"

The cannons, powered by Leige support mages, glowed menacingly. Juno’s heart pounded. These weapons weren’t deployed overnight. They had been preparing for months, hiding their strength. But Sturgon had only heard of this battle a week ago.

"We were played," Juno murmured, his grip tightening around Ebonfang. "They lured us here!"

The Leige commander raised his hand. "Fire!"

The artillery squad hesitated. "Sir, our own troops—"

"We came prepared for this." The commander’s voice was firm, though his expression was heavy. His gaze flickered toward the battlefield. Among the soldiers facing Juno was his own son. His fingers trembled, but his voice did not. "We made a promise to our fatherland. This is our duty. Our greatest enemy stands before us. If we let this chance slip, we may never get another, If bearer of Ebonfang dies, we might even be able to find our own host for that legendary sword. Fire!"

The artillerymen gritted their teeth and obeyed. The cannons roared, and the battlefield erupted in an explosion that swallowed everything in fire and dust.

Silence followed. Smoke curled into the sky, obscuring the field. The Leige commander stood motionless, a single tear escaping his eye. "I will regret this moment for the rest of my life..."

As the dust settled, anticipation gripped the Leige forces. They expected to see Juno’s broken, lifeless body. But what they saw instead sent a chill through their spines.

Juno stood there, his upper armor blown away, his body scorched and battered—but alive. And in his hands, Ebonfang was impaled into his own chest. Dark energy swirled around him, pulsating with unnatural power.

The sword that was supposed to look like a sword looked like something entirely different—something more similar to a parasite than a sword.

The Leige commander’s breath caught. "You... monster."

Juno lifted his gaze, his once-bright eyes now empty, consumed by something far more terrifying than rage. His body moved, but it was no longer his will guiding it.

With inhuman speed, he charged, Ebonfang cleaving through everything in his path. Soldiers screamed as their bodies were torn apart. Blood painted the battlefield, yet Juno did not stop. His movements were unnatural—like a predator that had finally been unleashed.

He ran like a wild animal, holding the waving the sharp end of the Ebonfang, which had become more like flail, rather than a greatsword.

A Leige knight trembled. "T-This isn’t human anymore! Mages prepare to fight and knights..."

The commander reached for his sword and gave orders, but before he could even unsheathe it, Juno leaped. The last thing the commander saw was the gleaming edge of Ebonfang before it came down, splitting his head clean in two.

Juno stood there, silent. Blood dripped from his blade. His wits were gone. He was no longer a knight—no longer a man. He was something else entirely.

Then, suddenly, he dropped his sword still his body consumed by Ebonfang.

A primal scream tore from his throat, his hands clutching his head. His remaining soldiers rushed forward, cutting down the scattered Leige forces in a merciless massacre.

They wanted to reach Sir Juno as soon as possible to ensure he is safe. The values of his life was too great for them to consider about holding back or think about the inhumanity of massacring an army, who had completely lost their will to fight because of the inhuman display they just witnessed.

One of Juno’s knights turned to an older warrior while they were running toward Sir Juno. "What happened to Sir Juno?"

The veteran’s eyes were dark with understanding. "That... was not Sir Juno. That was Ebonfang." He sighed. "There is a reason he leads Order 13 and you just witnessed one of those reason. He is a beast in the battlefield that will oblierate his enemies."

As the last few Leige soldier fell, the battlefield was silent once more. But within Juno, a war still raged.