Reborn As Noble-Chapter 520: No Mercy, No Remorse ( )
Chapter 520: No Mercy, No Remorse ( 520 )
Down below, chaos continued—
shouting, running, collapsing walls.
But on one of Javier’s smaller scout drones,
a softer image flickered into view:
A young dwarven boy, eyes swollen from crying,
was now helping maybe his mother stand.
Her movements were weak,
but she was alive.
The boy supported her,
dragging her slowly through the ruins toward a gap in the broken fence.
Toward safety.
Javier’s expression didn’t change.
But his grip tightened.
“Stay alive.
I’ll finish this.”
The drone adjusted again.
The hunt wasn’t over.
The drone hovered silently now—
its gun barrel steaming,
mana coils recharging.
Javier’s hand hovered over the final control seal.
A glowing red glyph pulsed on the lens.
His newest weapon.
Mana Missile Deployment.
A siege-class attack.
Unleash it, and the entire town would be consumed in fire and force.
There would be nothing left standing.
He stared at the control.
The urge to end it all in one clean strike pressed at his thoughts.
He hated this.
Hated what had been done here.
The screams, the blood, the bodies, the shameful stench of war crimes staining every inch of these ruins.
“Just launch it…”
Part of him whispered.
He could end this with one command.
One shot.
But.
His other drone feed flickered.
The boy.
Still helping his mother.
Still dragging her step by step through the rubble.
Javier’s hand clenched into a fist.
“Damn it.!!!”
He pulled his hand away from the command seal.
He couldn’t.
He didn’t even know how many were still alive.
There could be other dwarves—
hiding under floorboards,
in basements,
behind broken crates,
trapped under wreckage.
He couldn’t risk killing them.
“Power isn’t just about who you can destroy.”
He stared into the screen.
“It’s about who you can protect.”
The red glyph dimmed as he deactivated the missile protocol.
Not this time.
The drone tilted sharply—
its mana gun charged again.
Then it dove.
It swept over the center of the ruined town, the speed kicking up ash and dirt from the scorched ground below.
Mana bullets rained down.
The screams came instantly.
Sharp. Sudden.
Instant terror erupted in the camp as halfling soldiers were ripped apart mid-run.
One squad of five tried to regroup near the broken well.
Two were down before they could blink—
one shot clean through the chest, the other’s neck burst open like shattered glass.
The remaining three raised their shields, locking into an old-school triangular formation, shields overlapping.
“Hold! Don’t break! Stay together!”
Javier saw it through the drone feed.
He didn’t smile.
There was nothing worth smiling at.
He adjusted the drone’s height, brought it to a sharp tilt, and circled the formation from above.
He aimed low.
Mana bullets struck between shield gaps—
one pierced a kneecap,
another split a helmet.
Two fell.
The third tried to crawl.
He never reached the alley.
Javier kept his hand steady.
No hesitation.
No flicker of doubt.
He knew.
Not every soldier was evil.
Some were probably just doing orders.
Some probably turned their faces away when the others laughed.
Some probably “just watched.”
But that’s the problem.
“If they were really good…
they should’ve stopped their friends.”
His voice was quiet.
Flat.
“War is war.
Looting happens.
Taking prisoners happens.
I get that.”
His eyes narrowed as the drone’s mana coils surged with power.
“But what they did here…”
He thought of the woman.
Of the dwarven child, too young to understand what had happened.
“Rape.
Torture.
Turning it into a game.”
The drone veered again.
Soldiers hiding behind barricades? Shot.
Those trying to retreat toward the town’s broken eastern wall? Shot.
A mage trying to cast a spell from the watchpost?
Boom—
The drone fired a mana burst and blew the upper floor apart.
“They should’ve said something.
Stopped it.
Reported it.
Anything.”
Another sweep.
More bodies hit the ground.
No more formations.
No more screaming orders.
Only fear.
And death.
“They didn’t.
So they die.”
Javier kept flying the drone overhead, circling the blood-soaked ruins like a silent reaper.
He wouldn’t stop.
Not until every last one of them was gone.
The last echo of gunfire faded.
The smoke above the ruined town still lingered, drifting with the morning wind.
Javier slowly took off the visor and returned the drone to standby.
Its work was done.
He walked toward Buddy, who stood patiently nearby, feathers ruffled but eyes sharp.
“Let’s move.”
He climbed onto Buddy’s back, settling into the saddle with calm precision.
No rush.
No panic.
Only purpose.
He raised his hand—
and the mana in the air trembled.
“Summon.”
The ground behind him shook.
Magic circles flared across the plains.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
And then they rose—
5,000 white puppet knights, summoned from storage, stepping forward in synchronized motion.
Their armor shimmered under the dawn light.
Each one carried a sword or shield, magic crossbow.
In the front row,
one puppet knight carried a dark banner.
Black cloth,
but in the center — a golden emblem.
The symbol of the new Armand.
It fluttered silently in the wind.
Then, they began to move.
Marching.
Not rushing.
Not charging.
Just marching.
Perfect rows.
Metal boots hitting the stone road in rhythm.
Their march echoed across the hills like a drumbeat of conquest.
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Javier rode Buddy.
Straight-backed.
Silent.
Eyes forward.
No words.
No orders.
He didn’t need to speak.
This town was no longer under halfling control.
This was Armand’s now.
And he was coming to take everything back—
one step at a time.
Inside Javier’s mind—
I have to move faster.
The halflings wouldn’t stop.
There were still towns ahead.
Still camps.
Still filth calling themselves soldiers.
But this place…
He glanced at the ruined walls in the distance.
Smoke still curled from the shattered watchtowers.
Scorched stone, cracked roads, and blood soaking into dirt.
If there are survivors…
They’ll need protection.
Maybe I should leave a garrison here.
His eyes narrowed.
Yeah… a hundred puppet knights. That should be enough.
They can guard the perimeter.
Protect the civilians.
Help stabilize the place if the dwarves want to rebuild.
He glanced at the town again through the shifting ranks of his knights.
This could be Armand territory.
No—
it will be.
He exhaled.
I should contact Father.
Maybe he can send officers here.
Builders.
Someone to manage supply lines, food, medicine—
whatever the dwarves need to stand back up.
Or maybe there’s another way.
I’ll think about that later.
He gripped Buddy’s reins tighter.
For now…
His expression hardened.
I move.
I kill.
All of them.
Every last one of those bastards.
( End Of Chapter )
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