191 The King of Kings (1/2)

In his life as a Madoni, Helial had been trained with Alexander to manage battles and every kind of difficulty he would face. At that moment, he did not intend to miss the opportunity he had glimpsed, despite the apparently extreme situation.

If the King had not yet ordered to retreat, there had to be a reason, right?

Helial slowly placed his hand on the hilt of Curse of the Demon, tied to his back, and stroked the mane of his horse, which supported the weight of the rider and his weapon. The Great sword, in fact, was normally very heavy, but Helial could regulate its weight by thought, so that it was not too bulky to carry on horseback.

Helial had owned Curse of the Demon since he had memory. It had always been at his side. Neither he nor any of the Madonis could understand its origins.

Helial only knew that Curs of the Demon was a terribly powerful weapon. It could act as a Skill catalyst and it allowed him to show off terrifying abilities in battle.

He had discovered that Curse of the Demon seemed to possess an internal series of Meridians, similar to those of a living creature. He had shared his doubts with Alessandro, but it seemed that there was no other weapon like that.

Stranger still, that layer of Meridians seemed to be called ... Rice with Butter?

Helial analysed the situation on the battlefield as best he could. The army's central body was being crushed by the enemy offensive, and it was folded in two.

The right wing was about to collapse.

The left was the only one in decent conditions. If the reinforcements did not arrive in time, however, this stalemate would have lasted only a short time.

”We will attack from the left wing!” Yelled Helial. ”We will crush them in a pincer manoeuvre while the others will push them towards us. We will have to be quick and not hesitate.”

The soldiers were stunned hearing their general's words

They were the reserve and should have rushed to the aid of those in difficulty. Therefore, following this logic, they should go and help the right wing.

But their commander had just said the exact opposite.

However, shortly before, he had treated harshly and unpleasantly those who dared to complain, so the soldiers preferred not to object. Swallowing, they followed Helial's shadow, who had already sprung forward on horseback.

As much as they thought that Helial's strategy was wrong, at the end of the battle all his subordinates had to change their mind: thanks to that decision, the Madonis won the battle.

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The left wing had lengthened thanks to Helial's support and had crushed the enemies in the centre from several sides.

The pincer technique had routed the enemy left wing, so the reserve and the Madonis' left wing could then attack the centre. Encircled, the enemies had fallen back, and those who were attacking the right wing had rushed to support their companions. But the Madonis had chased all their enemies, who until then had inflicted terrible losses on them. By slaughtering every single one they could see, the right wing had time to recover and the left overturned the fate of the clash.

Helial, Crater and Efeistio had killed all the enemy Generals, before helping Alexander, who was now very close to death. They had killed Azemilco and his son, one of the enemy Generals, defeating the entire army and not even giving it the opportunity to respond to their powerful attack.

Alexander, on the verge of death, felt unprecedented anger, not for the pain he had suffered, but for the damage that had been caused to his men. His revenge hit all of Gezia's population.

The lands surrounding the city were flooded with extracts of poisonous plants, containing Mana of Death, which would have prevented any form of life from inhabiting the area. That territory, once so luxuriant, would now host nothing but ghosts.

Mana of Death was one of many forms of energy in the universe. However, it was very dangerous and had corrosive properties. It was a degradation of Mana of Destruction, a degeneration. It was mainly used by warriors who cultivated Ghost Skills.

Ghosts were warriors' souls, collected and imprisoned through Skills.

These kind of warriors were frowned upon, also because of the uncanny Aura that surrounded them, due to the presence of creatures such as ghosts, Ghouls and Undead alongside them.

Some Undead, as in the case of Orma's enemies, could even escape the control of those who had created them and create colonies. They still had the ability to acquire Skills and level up, just as when they were alive. Unfortunately, however, they acquired an innate hostility towards the living.

Secondly, every single citizen was made a slave and sent to work in Madonia's mines; all who opposed the King's order would be killed instantly, and the same would happen to any rebel.

Not even women and children were spared. Some of them became slaves, others were sent to brothels, others to mines. The elders, if too old to work, were killed without mercy.