An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Chapter 213: Ambush

The clearing was still. The only sounds were the heavy breaths of the knights, exhausted after hours of travel and relentless battles. The dense canopy of the Heartwood Forest loomed over them, blocking out much of the sun, casting eerie shadows across the open ground where they had decided to rest.

But then—

A deep, guttural growl rumbled from the darkness beyond the trees.

It was low at first, almost a vibration in the air. Then it was joined by another. And another. The sound built into a crescendo of heavy, raspy breathing, the unmistakable presence of something massive.

Then came the first thud.

A tree near the edge of the clearing shuddered, its leaves trembling as something massive pushed through the undergrowth. The knights immediately tensed, hands flying to their weapons.

Then it stepped out.

A hulking ogre, its body unlike anything they had ever seen.

Its flesh was blackened and cracked, as if burnt and then fused back together with raw demonic energy. Pulsating red veins ran across its skin, glowing ominously with every heavy breath it took. Its eyes—hellish crimson pits—locked onto the knights with a savage hunger.

Then more of them emerged.

One by one, from every direction, thirty of them.

Each ogre was at least three meters tall, their bulging muscles layered with thick demonic hide, making them look like walking disasters of brute force. Their claws twitched, their jagged fangs gnashing together as if they could already taste flesh.

For a moment, the knights stood frozen, taking in the sheer nightmarish sight of these abominations.

Then—

"FORMATION!" Captain Raoul roared.

The knights snapped out of their daze and immediately fell into battle positions, forming a semi-circle with shields raised, their swords and spears glowing faintly with aura.

The first ogre attacked.

It moved with terrifying speed, far faster than its massive frame should allow, swinging a mace the size of a carriage wheel at the front line of knights.

BOOM!

The ground cracked beneath the impact as three knights barely jumped back in time, the sheer shockwave knocking them off their feet.

But Raoul was faster.

SHING!

His sword flashed, a streak of silver cutting through the air as he sliced into the ogre's side. The force of the aura-infused strike ripped through flesh, sending black blood splattering onto the ground.

The ogre let out a horrifying roar, staggering from the wound.

Yet—

Before their eyes, the injury began to close.

The blackened flesh knitted back together in mere seconds, the grotesque wound sealing as if it had never existed.

"What in the gods' name…?!" a knight gasped.

Before they could react, another ogre charged in, swinging a massive clawed hand at a knight who had barely recovered from dodging the first strike.

The knight lifted his shield—

CRACK!

The shield shattered, the knight's arm twisting at an unnatural angle as he was sent flying across the clearing, smashing into a tree with a sickening thud. Blood dripped from his mouth, his breathing ragged but still alive.

The other knights surged forward, their swords and spears glowing brilliantly with aura as they began their counterattack.

One knight, his spear glowing golden, pierced through an ogre's shoulder, the force of his aura-infused strike blowing out the monster's muscles. Another knight slashed with his greatsword, severing an ogre's arm at the elbow, black blood spraying onto the grass.

For a moment, it seemed like they had gained the upper hand.

But then—

The severed arm began to regrow.

Before the knights' very eyes, the ogre's stump pulsated, new flesh rapidly forming, veins stretching and muscles twisting as a fully restored arm emerged within seconds.

Another ogre that had taken multiple stab wounds roared in triumph, its body healing just as fast as it was wounded.

The knights were fighting an impossible battle.

"They're regenerating too fast!" a knight shouted.

Another knight, having just impaled an ogre through the chest, watched in horror as his blade was swallowed by newly grown flesh, trapping his weapon inside the beast's body.

Before he could react, the ogre grabbed his head with both hands—

And smashed his face into the ground.

CRUNCH!

His helmet crumpled like tin, blood spurting from beneath it as he screamed in agony. The ogre lifted him again, about to crush his skull entirely—

"RAOUL! BEHIND YOU!"

Raoul barely had time to react before a massive ogre swung a crude, rusted axe at him.

He managed to dodge—mostly.

The axe grazed his side, tearing through his armor and sending a spray of blood into the air. Gritting his teeth, he countered with a swift slash, carving into the ogre's ribs, but just like before—it healed instantly.

The knights were faltering.

Their aura was draining rapidly, their movements slowing as exhaustion began to take hold.

One knight fell. Then another.

Injured, battered, barely standing.

The corrupted ogres, unfazed and relentless, pressed the attack, grinning with savage amusement at the struggling knights.

From the sidelines, Cedric clenched his fists, gritting his teeth in frustration. "Dammit!"

Alicia, gripping her staff, knew that without Arthur's help, this battle would soon turn into a slaughter.

Raoul, bloodied and breathing heavily, could barely lift his sword now.

He saw one of the ogres—the largest of them all—raising its club high above him, preparing to crush him where he stood.

The knights could do nothing but watch in despair.

Then—

A chilling gust of wind swept through the battlefield.

The air grew dense, a pressure unlike anything they had ever felt before weighing down on them.

At the center of it—Arthur stepped forward.

His Abyssal Fang materialized in his grasp, its dark aura pulsating with an ominous glow.

His lips curled into a smirk. "You've had your fun," he said, his voice carrying through the chaos like a death sentence.

"Now it's my turn."

A hush fell over the battlefield.

Arthur stepped forward, his Abyssal Fang glowing ominously in the dim light. The once-laughing ogres froze, their crimson eyes narrowing, sensing something far more dangerous than the battered knights before them.

Then—

Arthur moved.

A shadow streaked across the battlefield—that's what it looked like to the knights. One moment, Arthur was standing still. The next, he blurred into motion, his figure flickering in and out of sight like a phantom.

The first ogre barely had time to react.

SLASH!

Abyssal Fang carved through its torso in a single stroke.

The monster roared in agony, its flesh shredding apart as Arthur's sword devoured its essence. Unlike before, when their bodies regenerated instantly, this time the wound stayed open—black energy from the sword consuming its life force.

The ogre writhed, its body shriveling as if something was being drained from within. Its regeneration failed completely—its demonic energy was being devoured by Abyssal Fang.

Then it collapsed, dead.

The other ogres staggered back, confusion flashing in their burning red eyes.

Arthur smirked. "Oh? What happened? Can't heal anymore?"

A second later, he vanished again.

CRACK!

An ogre's head exploded, Arthur's boot smashing into its skull with inhuman force. Its body staggered, and before it could recover—

SHING!

Abyssal Fang tore through its neck, severing it completely. Black blood sprayed into the air, and the headless corpse slumped onto the ground, twitching before going still.

"T-Two of them… already dead?" one knight muttered in disbelief.

But Arthur wasn't done.

A third ogre lunged at him, swinging a massive rusted club.

Arthur twisted his body midair, the club missing by inches, crushing the ground instead. As the ogre tried to recover from its missed attack, Arthur gripped the air with one hand.

"Infernal Shackles."

Chains of black fire erupted from the ground, wrapping around the ogre's arms and legs, holding it in place. The monster struggled, roaring, but the more it fought, the tighter the chains burned, searing its flesh.

Arthur lifted a single finger. "Burn."

FWOOOOSH!

The black chains ignited, turning into a blazing inferno. The ogre screamed as hellish flames consumed its body. Its regeneration was useless against this unnatural fire, which ate through its flesh like a starving beast.

Within seconds, nothing but charred bones remained.

A silence settled over the battlefield.

The remaining ogres, now terrified, hesitated. But one of the largest among them—an elite corrupted ogre—let out a furious roar, raising its arm.

Arthur's golden eyes flashed.

With a snap of his fingers—

BOOM!

A massive shockwave erupted, sending a dozen ogres flying back like ragdolls.

Arthur raised his palm, the air around him distorting as mana surged violently.

"Dark Arcana: Abyssal Spears."

Above him, the air rippled and twisted, and from the dark void, dozens of jagged black spears materialized.

FWOOOSH!

The spears rained down like a storm, impaling multiple ogres at once. Each spear exploded on impact, shattering bones and flesh. The battlefield erupted in a series of dark detonations, engulfing the corrupted creatures in waves of destruction.

By the time the dust settled—

At least half of the remaining ogres were dead.

The knights could only stare in absolute awe.

Arthur flicked his wrist, and his sword hummed, its blade glowing with an eerie energy. The remaining ogres trembled, their confidence shattered.

One of them—perhaps out of sheer desperation—let out a final roar and charged him, claws raised.

Arthur didn't even move.

"Perish."

He raised a finger—

BOOM!

A thin wave of black energy shot forward, slicing the ogre clean in half. The two halves fell apart mid-charge, its organs spilling out onto the blood-soaked ground.

The final ogre, seeing its kin massacred, tried to turn and flee—

Arthur appeared behind it.

Abyssal Fang whispered through the air—

SHING!

The ogre's heart was pierced, and its soul was devoured before it could even scream.

Silence.

Only the crackling embers of Arthur's magic remained, filling the clearing with the faint scent of burning flesh.

The battle was over.

Arthur turned, his golden eyes glowing faintly. Not a single trace of exhaustion in his expression.

Meanwhile—

The knights, bloodied, panting, barely standing, looked at him like he was a god.

Raoul, still gripping his sword, could only swallow. "What… what in the world…"

Cedric, having watched everything unfold, just shook his head in disbelief. "I give up. There's no point comparing myself to a monster."

Alicia, however, simply smiled softly.

Arthur sheathed his sword and walked toward the injured knights.

He raised a hand, and a soothing, silver light enveloped the wounded.

"Divine Recovery."

Wounds closed instantly. Bones reset themselves. The exhaustion faded, replaced by renewed strength.

The knights, who had been on the verge of collapse moments ago, suddenly felt as if they had never been injured at all.

One knight stared at his now-healed arm in disbelief. "T-This… this is a high-tier healing spell…"

Another knight whispered, "He's… not human…"

Arthur simply smirked. "Now that you're all healed, let's move. We're wasting time."

And with that, he mounted his horse again, Alicia following him, as the rest of the knights—now completely in awe—could do nothing but obey.

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After witnessing Arthur's overwhelming prowess in battle, Raoul made a swift decision.

He stepped forward, removed his bloodstained helmet, and saluted Arthur with a fist over his chest.

"Young Master Arthur," he said firmly, "it is only right that you lead us from here. Your strength and instincts far surpass mine. I will act only as a guide while you command the knights."

The knights behind him—battle-worn, but now filled with newfound respect—nodded in silent agreement.

Arthur, sitting atop his horse with Alicia in front of him, raised a brow. "Hmm? Handing over your authority so easily, Captain Raoul? Aren't knights usually prideful about their chain of command?"

Raoul let out a short chuckle. "Pride has its place, but so does survival. I'd be a fool to let my ego get in the way when there's someone more capable of leading us through this death trap."

Arthur smirked. "Smart man."

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