Chapter 384 - Akio (2) (1/2)

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Throb!

Akio's heart faintly trembled as he saw the lifeless body of that female expert fall. His eyes reddened in rage as he lunged forward with his sword in hand. This rage wasn't unfocused, but controlled. He had been taught from the earliest of age to be able to harness emotion and rage for power, into strength, into clarity.

The spear-wielding knight coldly sneered beneath his helmet, his voice was gruff and unpleasant to hear as he snorted. He hefted his spear, brandishing its power, and matched Akio's ferocious lunge. Almost immediately, their weapons clashed violently.

Akio felt his palms hurt and his sword vibrate, but he didn't dare retreat. He sharply shifted his body, performing an odd parry of the knight's spear before slicing his sword forward ruthlessly at its neck.

While this was happening, a collision of immensely powerful forces clashed. The sound of blade meeting blade nearly drowned out the sound of grunts, cries of pain, and deathly wails in the surroundings.

The Clan Lord, wielding his pure white naginata, clashed fiercely with nine knights. They wielded all sorts of deadly weapons, including bows and arrows, chains, and a spiked mace of lethal proportions. Yet despite this, he looked like a heroic general facing a flood of demon gods as he swiped, parried, and stabbed with incredible might.

These nine were unique in comparison to the others in this sea of black knights. They wore capes and armor more noticeable in design. They were nine of the eighteen grand generals beneath the figure in the throne!

The other nine was occupied by the Elders, some even fighting up to three at once. It was evident that despite the numbers being wildly in the black knights' favor, their individual skill and strength was severely lacking. They lost five for every one Kitsune killed on average, yet they still went strong.

The numerical advantage was displaying itself substantially, as these knights numbered nearly a million in comparison to the tens of thousands on the battlefield. At this rate, the Kitsune would lose.

Kaito knew this. The Elders knew this. Even the fighters, yet they still fought and persisted the best they could. If only to buy an extra second.

Just a few minutes and the ceremony will end, their Ancestral Hope will remain untainted, and they will see an afterlife. Perhaps, in the future, they will recount their kills and sacrifice to their great, great, grandchildren.

Perhaps.

Until then, ”We Kill!”

Akio held an armored head in his hand, his eyes viciously red as he observed his surroundings. The rain of black metal and flesh that fell was terrifying, yet it caused his blood to boil with potent battle intent.

His face had spatters of black blood, and his sword was dripping with black blood. The breathing of his body was uneven, but his eyes were focused beyond belief.

”Akio!” Suddenly, an aged voice was heard. Akio felt a sensation of danger as she tried to throw his body to the side. A bitingly cold wind brushed his side. The sound of crushing blood and pierced flesh echoed.

”Argh!” He cried as he felt his body felt an intense bout of pain. He felt his consciousness waver as his body lost its ability of flight and he dropped downwards. His eyes saw a blazing arrow soar away from him.

”Akio!!” A young voice this time sounded as a figure rushed over, her blade was like it had just been dipped in oil, blacker than night. The amount of lives claimed by this blade of hers was immense, but her expression, despite immature and youthful was pained.

Her sword wielding right arm trembled as she bit her lower lip harshly. Akio's body had nearly touched the graveyard of corpses below. Her eyes wanted to cry, and there was even wetness within, but no tears would escape.

”Focus!” Elder Hiroji was the one who shouted before, his blade severed the life of one of the eighteen general knights as he pushed himself towards Tsumi and shouted furiously. When he looked at Tsumi, this young and mischievous girl, his eyes trembled.

Her left arm was gone, and she had a piercing hole in her left abdomen. Her lung had just barely been missed.

Tsumi closed her eyes. A flood of memories surged in her mind, especially Akio's face. She may be young, but Akio was who she chose for the festival. From young, they were destined to be married, and why she considered Akane a big sister.