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Chapter 391
chapter 315 part 1
Chapter 313: Enri's Talent, Kelart's Provocation
Seeing Tang Zheng summon two Fourth-Tier Angels at this time, Captain Nigun frowned.
"The situation is currently unclear. Consuming so much magic power is not a wise move."
Captain Nigun thought to himself, "But this is fine too. This will allow the Paladins to hold on for longer."
One by one, stumbling zombie animals leaped and pounced at the Paladins, displaying their hatred for the living.
With every swing of their longswords, the members of the Holy Knight Order could easily kill an undead. Through mutual coordination, their entire defensive line was extremely stable.
But this time!
The massive number of undead showed no signs of stopping. Instead, their numbers continued to swell, surrounding the entire elite unit.
One minute!
Three minutes!
Ten minutes!
The severed limbs of the undead piled up, their numbers now impossible to count. Protected by magic and armor, none of the members of the Holy Knight Order were injured, but they were already beginning to gasp for breath.
"Hiss—Waaah—"
The zombie animals became even more frenzied, their rotting vocal cords emitting terrifying howls.
"Captain!"
"We can't go on like this."
Deputy Commander Gustav hurried to Remedios's side and spoke.
"I know. Wait a little longer!" Remedios replied, her face cold.
Deputy Commander Gustav understood immediately and turned to look toward Lord Kelart, Captain Nigun, and Tang Zheng.
It seemed they were discussing something over there!
"According to the results of the detection magic, there are relatively dense magical energy fluctuations about one kilometer to the northwest."
"The enemy controlling this horde of undead and continuously attacking us should be there," Captain Nigun informed the other two of the findings from his subordinates' reconnaissance.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Kelart turned to Tang Zheng beside him. "Leader Tang, what are your thoughts?"
"I'll follow your lead," Tang Zheng said softly, shaking his head.
Kelart thought for a moment and said seriously, "The enemy revealing their position could also be a trap."
"Following the safest option, we will continue to act according to the original plan."
As soon as he said this, Captain Nigun gave Kelart a subtle glance. He wanted to speak but ultimately did not object.
None of them were the type to dither, so they immediately took action. The 200 members of the Cleric Corps and the 80 from the Sunlight Scripture simultaneously began casting summoning magic.
In an instant!
It was as if the sun had risen above their heads.
280 Guardian Angels appeared once more, scattering to kill the surrounding undead.
The holy light and the flying figures of the Guardian Angels appeared in everyone's vision, dispelling the fear and oppression brought by the undead.
"All Paladins, fall back!"
The two deputy commanders quickly issued the command.
The Guardian Angels took over all the positions held by the Paladins, allowing the members of the Holy Knight Order to breathe a sigh of relief.
The entire elite unit began to move again!
One kilometer away.
Under the faint moonlight.
Atop a gently rolling hill, two cold figures stood under the moonlight, calmly watching the conspicuous unit in the darkness.
The light emitted by the 280 Guardian Angels was exceptionally conspicuous in the dark of night in the Hills Region, where the moonlight was the only source of illumination.
"Tsk, tsk."
"Truly frightening. So many Guardian Angels. If they were to be surrounded, they would surely die a miserable death," the Gray-robed Mage sneered.
"They're moving again," the Black Armored Knight, cradling a corrupting sword, said faintly.
"As expected of the elites of the Holy Kingdom and the Slane Theocracy. These low-grade undead alone cannot stop them."
"Doesn't that make it more interesting!"
The Gray-robed Mage's withered eyes glinted sharply. "Tonight will be a long night. Their stamina and magic power will just be continuously drained."
"Do you know how weak insects hunt much stronger prey?"
"Unfortunately, although the number of undead is vast, there hasn't been enough time for more powerful undead to be born naturally."
Time passed, bit by bit.
The elite unit finally broke free from the attacks of the numerous zombie animals. No one cheered; there was only an even more silent atmosphere.
Everyone knew this was just the beginning. The enemy was more cunning than they had imagined. Even though they knew this was a tactic to continuously drain their stamina and magic power, they had no effective way to counter it.
As the summoning time ended!
After the 280 Guardian Angels dissipated into motes of light, the Cleric Corps and the Sunlight Scripture began to take turns summoning fifty Guardian Angels at regular intervals.
Undercurrent Moon.
March 29th, 5:51 AM.
In the eastern sky, a sliver of fish-belly white had appeared.
The night gradually faded. The members of the elite unit were like swimmers surfacing from oxygen-deprived water, taking deep breaths of the same rotten-smelling air they had despised when they first arrived in the Hills Region.
An entire night!
They had lost count of how many undead attacks they had endured. Even the Paladins with the most outstanding physiques felt an unprecedented exhaustion under the constant nervous tension and continuous fighting.
The undead were affected by daylight and most would not attack proactively.
Unless they were being controlled by a magic caster, and the number of undead a magic caster could control was necessarily limited. For the group, this was a moment of respite.
Enri, with her sleeves rolled up, moved between the Paladins and Clerics, helping to distribute food and water.
Many held a favorable impression of this ordinary yet tenacious girl. They could more or less see that Enri simply wanted to do something to help.
"Blargh—"
Suddenly, the sound of someone vomiting was heard.
A female cleric, her face ghastly pale, looked around in embarrassment, tears welling in her eyes. Unable to hold it back, she quickly covered her mouth as another wave of nausea hit her.
"I have a clean handkerchief here."
Enri turned and walked over quickly, pulling a square, patterned handkerchief from her pocket, showing no disgust at the vomit in front of the cleric.
"Thank you."
The female cleric forced herself to swallow. Her cheeks flushed red as she accepted the handkerchief with her head lowered, both embarrassed and flustered.
Perhaps that one act of vomiting started a chain reaction.
"Blargh!"
"Blargh!"
"Blargh!"
One after another, the sounds of vomiting came from within the Cleric Corps.
The night of rushing, combined with the intermingling stench of the undead and the smell of rot in the air, had long since become unbearable for the members of the Cleric Corps.
An awkward atmosphere spread!
The strange gazes from the Paladins made these clerics—who usually held a high position, only needing to pray to their God and study magic—wish they could dig a hole and crawl into it.
It wasn't just people from their own country here; there were also people from the Slane Theocracy.
This was so embarrassing!
"Heh."
Seeing this, Captain Nigun's eyes filled with contempt. "A bunch of shiny weapons that have never been truly forged in fire and blood."
As expected.
These people of the Holy Kingdom, coddled under the protection of the fortress wall, simply did not understand how weak humans were on this continent.
Kelart's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly he felt a trace of shame. His gaze swept over the strictly disciplined and well-trained Sunlight Scripture unit nearby, and the gap between the two groups became even more apparent.
Chapter 313: Enri's Talent, Kelart's Provocation
Seeing Tang Zheng summon two Fourth-Tier Angels at this time, Captain Nigun frowned.
"The situation is currently unclear. Consuming so much magic power is not a wise move."
Captain Nigun thought to himself, "But this is fine too. This will allow the Paladins to hold on for longer."
One by one, stumbling zombie animals leaped and pounced at the Paladins, displaying their hatred for the living.
With every swing of their longswords, the members of the Holy Knight Order could easily kill an undead. Through mutual coordination, their entire defensive line was extremely stable.
But this time!
The massive number of undead showed no signs of stopping. Instead, their numbers continued to swell, surrounding the entire elite unit.
One minute!
Three minutes!
Ten minutes!
The severed limbs of the undead piled up, their numbers now impossible to count. Protected by magic and armor, none of the members of the Holy Knight Order were injured, but they were already beginning to gasp for breath.
"Hiss—Waaah—"
The zombie animals became even more frenzied, their rotting vocal cords emitting terrifying howls.
"Captain!"
"We can't go on like this."
Deputy Commander Gustav hurried to Remedios's side and spoke.
"I know. Wait a little longer!" Remedios replied, her face cold.
Deputy Commander Gustav understood immediately and turned to look toward Lord Kelart, Captain Nigun, and Tang Zheng.
It seemed they were discussing something over there!
"According to the results of the detection magic, there are relatively dense magical energy fluctuations about one kilometer to the northwest."
"The enemy controlling this horde of undead and continuously attacking us should be there," Captain Nigun informed the other two of the findings from his subordinates' reconnaissance.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Kelart turned to Tang Zheng beside him. "Leader Tang, what are your thoughts?"
"I'll follow your lead," Tang Zheng said softly, shaking his head.
Kelart thought for a moment and said seriously, "The enemy revealing their position could also be a trap."
"Following the safest option, we will continue to act according to the original plan."
As soon as he said this, Captain Nigun gave Kelart a subtle glance. He wanted to speak but ultimately did not object.
None of them were the type to dither, so they immediately took action. The 200 members of the Cleric Corps and the 80 from the Sunlight Scripture simultaneously began casting summoning magic.
In an instant!
It was as if the sun had risen above their heads.
280 Guardian Angels appeared once more, scattering to kill the surrounding undead.
The holy light and the flying figures of the Guardian Angels appeared in everyone's vision, dispelling the fear and oppression brought by the undead.
"All Paladins, fall back!"
The two deputy commanders quickly issued the command.
The Guardian Angels took over all the positions held by the Paladins, allowing the members of the Holy Knight Order to breathe a sigh of relief.
The entire elite unit began to move again!
One kilometer away.
Under the faint moonlight.
Atop a gently rolling hill, two cold figures stood under the moonlight, calmly watching the conspicuous unit in the darkness.
The light emitted by the 280 Guardian Angels was exceptionally conspicuous in the dark of night in the Hills Region, where the moonlight was the only source of illumination.
"Tsk, tsk."
"Truly frightening. So many Guardian Angels. If they were to be surrounded, they would surely die a miserable death," the Gray-robed Mage sneered.
"They're moving again," the Black Armored Knight, cradling a corrupting sword, said faintly.
"As expected of the elites of the Holy Kingdom and the Slane Theocracy. These low-grade undead alone cannot stop them."
"Doesn't that make it more interesting!"
The Gray-robed Mage's withered eyes glinted sharply. "Tonight will be a long night. Their stamina and magic power will just be continuously drained."
"Do you know how weak insects hunt much stronger prey?"
"Unfortunately, although the number of undead is vast, there hasn't been enough time for more powerful undead to be born naturally."
Time passed, bit by bit.
The elite unit finally broke free from the attacks of the numerous zombie animals. No one cheered; there was only an even more silent atmosphere.
Everyone knew this was just the beginning. The enemy was more cunning than they had imagined. Even though they knew this was a tactic to continuously drain their stamina and magic power, they had no effective way to counter it.
As the summoning time ended!
After the 280 Guardian Angels dissipated into motes of light, the Cleric Corps and the Sunlight Scripture began to take turns summoning fifty Guardian Angels at regular intervals.
Undercurrent Moon.
March 29th, 5:51 AM.
In the eastern sky, a sliver of fish-belly white had appeared.
The night gradually faded. The members of the elite unit were like swimmers surfacing from oxygen-deprived water, taking deep breaths of the same rotten-smelling air they had despised when they first arrived in the Hills Region.
An entire night!
They had lost count of how many undead attacks they had endured. Even the Paladins with the most outstanding physiques felt an unprecedented exhaustion under the constant nervous tension and continuous fighting.
The undead were affected by daylight and most would not attack proactively.
Unless they were being controlled by a magic caster, and the number of undead a magic caster could control was necessarily limited. For the group, this was a moment of respite.
Enri, with her sleeves rolled up, moved between the Paladins and Clerics, helping to distribute food and water.
Many held a favorable impression of this ordinary yet tenacious girl. They could more or less see that Enri simply wanted to do something to help.
"Blargh—"
Suddenly, the sound of someone vomiting was heard.
A female cleric, her face ghastly pale, looked around in embarrassment, tears welling in her eyes. Unable to hold it back, she quickly covered her mouth as another wave of nausea hit her.
"I have a clean handkerchief here."
Enri turned and walked over quickly, pulling a square, patterned handkerchief from her pocket, showing no disgust at the vomit in front of the cleric.
"Thank you."
The female cleric forced herself to swallow. Her cheeks flushed red as she accepted the handkerchief with her head lowered, both embarrassed and flustered.
Perhaps that one act of vomiting started a chain reaction.
"Blargh!"
"Blargh!"
"Blargh!"
One after another, the sounds of vomiting came from within the Cleric Corps.
The night of rushing, combined with the intermingling stench of the undead and the smell of rot in the air, had long since become unbearable for the members of the Cleric Corps.
An awkward atmosphere spread!
The strange gazes from the Paladins made these clerics—who usually held a high position, only needing to pray to their God and study magic—wish they could dig a hole and crawl into it.
It wasn't just people from their own country here; there were also people from the Slane Theocracy.
This was so embarrassing!
"Heh."
Seeing this, Captain Nigun's eyes filled with contempt. "A bunch of shiny weapons that have never been truly forged in fire and blood."
As expected.
These people of the Holy Kingdom, coddled under the protection of the fortress wall, simply did not understand how weak humans were on this continent.
Kelart's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly he felt a trace of shame. His gaze swept over the strictly disciplined and well-trained Sunlight Scripture unit nearby, and the gap between the two groups became even more apparent.
