Chapter 159 - Chapter 30: Exacerbation #2 (2/2)
Anastasia stood on the western wall, which was receiving the heaviest attacks. She wore armour and searched the ground and sky with cold eyes.
She was one of the three children closest to becoming the demon king, and the position of demon king wasn’t something she could get just on the strength of her forces.
Anastasia sprinkled lightning into the sky, and there was a loud sound like a thunderstorm. White lightning flashed, and a huge lightning bolt struck a wyvern. The wyvern crashed to the ground without screaming, and the lightning continued. It bounced and hit another wyvern.
Anastasia didn’t watch the chain of deaths. As lightning struck, huge flames emerged from her hands. The barrier of fire swept from the ground to the top of the wall, burning the barbarians hanging on the wall mercilessly.
There were cheers of joy from the soldiers of the demon king. Instead of cheering, Anastasia caught her breath. She created a new lightning chain after the last chain broke off at the fifth wyvern.
As expected from the demon king’s child. She was a ray of hope to the soldiers. Actius, the king of the western barbarians who was watching the sight from afar, smiled happily.
Powerful magic was required to knock down a wyvern with one block. How many times could she use that magic? Although she was a child of the demon king, she was only a woman in her early 20s. Even if her magical accomplishments were excellent, she clearly had limits.
Actius gave a command.
‘Continue.’
He didn’t care about the number of sacrifices as long as he could take care of the demon king’s beautiful daughter.
It wasn’t that the barbarians had no fear of death. It was common for them to hesitate if they were going to be killed by a terrible magic spell. Anastasia knew this fact, which was why she was using some extreme magic despite it being unreasonable.
Yet something unimaginable was taking place. Upon the order, the barbarians rushed forward without any fear. They offered their lives generously. It was due to the red aura of war. Unlike those who were paralyzed by reason, they absorbed the madness of war and didn’t fear death.
The attacks were repeated, and numerous barbarians were killed by the brilliant magic. However, the wave of barbarians never stopped.
As they continued to rush forward, the magic of the nightmares became weaker. The unreasonable magic use ate at the spirit of some of the nightmares. Additionally, using such strong magic in succession drained their magic power.
Anastasia still looked strong, but it was only a matter of time. The interval at which she used magic became slightly longer, and the number of soldiers who turned to wielding a sword, instead of magic, at the barbarians gradually increased.
Actius smiled leisurely at the sight as he watched Anastasia eagerly.
Some time passed by.
The soldiers on the walls were exhausted. One minute felt like a long time, and the endless waves of barbarians exhausted the spirit of the demon king’s army.
Sweat was flowing down Anastasia’s body. She had killed over 20 wyverns, but there were still more in the sky. Five barbarians riding wyverns sneered at Anastasia.
Hooks were caught on the walls. The barbarians wrapped in red energy were climbing the walls quickly. Ironically, the western wall, which contained Anastasia and the strongest defense, would be the first to fall.
Anastasia gritted her teeth. Even if her mental magic didn’t work, she couldn’t let it end this way. She couldn’t tolerate the fact that she couldn’t even last a day.
She squeezed out her magic power. Ignoring the mental fatigue, Anastasia drank potions to restore her magic power. Finally, she aimed Fire Arrow at the head of a barbarian which had reached the top of the wall.
Once again, her magic didn’t betray her. The Fire Arrow didn’t stop at piercing the barbarian’s head and burnt it as well. The barbarian screamed and fell from the wall.
At that moment, Anastasia’s vision turned red. It was a temporary disability caused by excessive magic power usage.
She would recover in a few seconds at most, but that time was fatal on a battlefield. As Anastasia’s eyes and ears were covered for a few seconds, many things happened. A few barbarians climbed over the wall and wielded their weapons at the weary soldiers.
Then a monster struck the wall. The earth shook, and the wyverns screamed in the sky. Anastasia staggered. Once she regained her sight, she raised her head. At that moment, she barely managed to repress a knee-jerk scream.
A wyvern was right in front of her. The sharp claws were heading toward her like a hawk grabbing prey. She had to use magic. At the very least, she should move her body and avoid it. Anastasia moved desperately, letting out random bursts of magic power while rolling across the ground.
Kiaack!
The wyvern flew and avoided the explosion of magic power. Anastasia rolled across the ground and got up hurriedly. Then a barbarian approached and swung a club at Anastasia’s head. Anastasia’s aide, Chandra, screamed, and Anastasia twisted her body. After avoiding the club, Anastasia grabbed the back of the barbarian and released magic power, taking him down.
Anastasia panted heavily before straightening her posture. Chandra sighed with relief, but at that moment, the previous wyvern discovered Anastasia again and flew forward with a wide open mouth.
It was an energy shot. Anastasia had a gut feeling she wouldn’t be able to avoid it this time. Despair and fear were seen in her eyes for the first time.
She had to move—move and avoid this attack somehow!
Kwakakakakang!
There was a loud boom. Anastasia flinched, but then she saw it.
A huge pillar of light was sweeping across the wyvern. The pillar of light shone an intense green. It couldn’t be compared to the energy shot from the wyvern.
Anastasia staggered, then suddenly, there was a strong arm wrapped around her waist. A dark blue fog had spread around her. Shortly after this happened, Anastasia realized she was in someone’s arms.
Anastasia, who thought of Baikal for a moment, blinked, staring dumbly at the figure before her. She was so surprised that it took a moment to recall his name.
“Sh-utra?”
Instead of answering, his sharp eyes stared at the battlefield. Anastasia was once again confused. Over the past few months, Shutra had gained some brilliant achievements. At the court gatherings, he had shown an appearance different from his old self. However, she couldn’t help feeling surprised.
Did he look like this? No, was this truly Shutra?
He was tall, his arms were firm, and aura and magic power were overflowing from him.
Anastasia recovered herself. As she stayed in Shutra’s arms, she restored her reasoning as much as possible.
Shutra was here. Had the reinforcements arrived? Did Felicia lead the Gullam here?
Joy soared inside her, but at the same time, she was confused.
It was impossible—the distance was too far. It was simply impossible for Felicia and reinforcements to reach here.
Anastasia looked at the sky. It was still full of barbarians riding on wyverns. At that moment, Anastasia understood.
Shutra was alone. Shutra was the only one who had reached the central fortress.
In-gong released Anastasia from his arms. As her legs sagged, Anastasia stared at In-gong blankly. She couldn’t understand it.
‘Why has Shutra come to this place?
‘What can he do alone?’
In-gong looked at Anastasia. It seemed like she had unintentionally voiced that last thought.
In-gong smiled instead of answering. He activated Dragon Blood and his quad-core at the same time.
Earth Quaker gave an angry roar, and a tremendous power rose from In-gong’s body. It was a power which seemed like it could overwhelm the surroundings just by standing there. It was like an answer to her question of what he could do alone.
Anastasia opened her mouth unconsciously. Then In-gong turned around. He watched the energy of war which covered the entire barbarian camp and triggered the power of Conquest.
“Below the King’s Flag.”
In-gong grabbed the white flag.
The power of Conquest spread with every step In-gong took.
The fight of the Conquest Knight had begun.