Chapter 584 - v3c351 Requiem(1) (1/2)

v3c351

Requiem(1)

“Daddy…Daddy…save me….”

The little girl sobbed as she crawled, snot mingling with tears on her little face, and her white dress had long since gone black from mud and blood.

The villages outside Fort Bunuo were covered in blood as demons from the Sulfur River strung the inhabitants who were too late to escape on hooks, dragged them out of their houses, brutally murdered, and hung them from the trees in the village. The little girl screamed and cried out for her father, not knowing if her father has long been one of those unfortunate souls.

The demons seemed to be playing with this little prey, taking great pleasure from the little girl’s panic. They left her to struggle in a pool of blood and mud, but every time she tried to climb out, a h.e.l.lhound comes up to bite her calf and drag her back.

The little girl screamed and struggled, and not far away the little devils let out a sharp laugh in unison. It was like a feast for them, they pulled out a dying maiden from the pile of corpses, grabbed her long flaxen hair with their claws, then cut open her chest with a sharp knife, ripped out her heart and swallowed it in one gulp.

The little girl was completely stunned when she saw this scene. The h.e.l.lhound who was waiting beside her seemed to have run out of patience and bit her then swung it’s head around with the little girl’s lifeless body shaking like a broken doll.

But it was at this time that this h.e.l.lish creature, which was taller than a person and looked like a giant wolf with dark fur, suddenly raised its head, twitched its ears, and stood in a guarded stance. Suddenly, a sharp arrow whistled through the night sky, separating the wind and rain, and hit its smoky snout. The creature who stunk of sulfur immediately let out a cry and its whole body tumbled backward.

A female knight rushed out of the pouring rain with a sword in her hand and eyes that showed a gleam of hatred. She lifted the entire h.e.l.lhound by its jaw using one hand. Flames spit out from under the h.e.l.lhound’s fur and burned her fingers, but she gritted her teeth and thrust her sword upward, sending it straight into its body.

“Die, devil, go back to h.e.l.l!”

The h.e.l.lhound let out a wail and a scorching lump of blood that came from the wound on its throat splattered on Freya’s face.

More knights rushed to the scene afterward and Bessie brought down the distant Imps one arrow at a time with a longbow. These red-skinned villains were nothing compared to the true strength of the Black Dwarves, not even as strong as the h.e.l.lhounds that Freya had killed.

The knights pa.s.sed by Freya, calling out the female knight’s name. However, Freya looks as she has lost all her strength while repeatedly pummeling the h.e.l.lhound’s body. Then she bent down and carefully picked up the little girl, who was a b.l.o.o.d.y mess from neck to chest, her eyes half-closed and her small mouth spitting out blood and bits of her guts as she mustered up the strength to speak.

“Sister….it hurts….”

Freya bit her lower lip and couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. This scene was familiar to her, having happened to her in many places such as Bucce and Eruin. She had experienced the same pain herself. The flames of war scorched the earth, but it is not the n.o.bles of the kingdom who are tormented in the flames, but its people.

For the past year, the kingdom seemed to return to peace, but the same painful memory was repeated once again, this time it was the Kirrultz people and the n.o.bles of the north who brought such misery. Who will it be next time?

Aouine was powerless, just as she was powerless to save the little girl in her arms. Freya felt she could only watch as the little girl died, slowly going cold in her arms.

“Brendel, what am I going to do…” muttered Freya as she gently put her down.

As she looked back, Bessie who had somehow come up behind her patted her on the back. “Freya, this is war, you have to learn to get used to it.” She replied with a sigh.

“But when will Aouine end the war?”

“We will have to wait for it to get stronger, so strong that no one can manipulate our fate.”

“One day,” replied Bessie firmly, “Her Royal Highness will make it, and without the need to rely on those rotten n.o.bles of the north.”

Really? Freya couldn’t help but think of what Brendel had once told her, but isn’t the King’s faction the same? Can those n.o.bles really feel such pain? The more she knew, the darker and deeper history seemed in her eyes, as if a giant mouth was trying to swallow her up. But then she thought of those determined eyes in the midst of Bucce’s sea of fire, how can Brendel always be so confident?

The fear of uncertainty that shrouds everyone and causes fear and unease doesn’t seem to exist in Brendel. Has he seen the other end of history? Has he seen the inevitable end?

The young girl’s mind slowly drifted away the more she thought about it.

Bunuo’s battlefield looks like the charred bottom of a pot, and all across the scorched earth stood a number of sticks, some with tattered flags remaining. The scorching sc.r.a.ps of armor were scattered all over the place, with mutilated human bodies, hands, feet, or some other body part.

The demon’s attack finally came to an end, but it brought an unparalleled shock to the hearts of the people. The remnants of the army fell back one after another, finally rebuilding a line of defense after retreating four to five miles. The genius of the port people Viscount Von Dougning looked into the distance and saw crater after crater which fills him with anger and hatred. When the gang of northern coalition lords cried for a retreat, he really should have slaughtered them all, simply a bunch of cowards.

He was fortunate enough to survive the battle of Mar Highland, and although he was taken prisoner, he was quickly traded back, which made him look very bad, so he desperately needed a victory to prove himself. The glory of a soldier is to move forward, especially in the midst of such a war. Killing a few more demons is the basis for future promotion.

But the demon attack was so daunting, Viscount Von Dougning did not know whether he stood a chance or not. Bright flames burned across the horizon, making it look as if it was raining grease and making the flames burn even brighter. Fort Bunuo was sort of finished, he didn’t care how many people died there, who died there, none of that mattered to him, but he at least understood that this line of defense had become precarious.

He saw a few knights in White Lion Legion battle robes walking past him and those White Lions seemed to be organizing a counterattack. He couldn’t help but spit at them as such a battle was impossible to fight. The commanders were a bunch of fools that don’t even know the enemy’s fighting style.

Viscount Von Dougning couldn’t help but look up into the sky, he couldn’t see through the heavy rain, but he could still see the shadow of the Royal First Fleet of Aouine hanging in mid-air. He always has fruitful insights but for a moment he didn’t even know what to think.

Count Janilasu corrected the time on her pocket watch for the last time, and by that time, the fleet had fully unfurled in the direction of the northern demon army’s garrison, all the gun doors on the s.h.i.+p’s side had already opened. It looks as if the s.h.i.+p opened countless black eyes. The sun had completely set, and it was pitch black amongst the heavy rain.

But there was still a string of residual light in the sky coupled with the flickering light emitted by the flames.

This light fell on the count’s rigid face, tracing several straight lines. The middle-aged man glanced back at the Kirrultz people and said “Fifteen minutes to go.”

Nearly all of the upper echelons of the coalition army were gathered above the deck at this moment. Under the watchful eye of Archbishop Wood, Ciel placed a crystal ball in the center, and on the crystal ball was the image of Brendel.

At the same moment, Brendel was also looking at Wood on the crystal ball that Babasha had placed on the parchment map.

“Brendel, in fifteen minutes, the Kirrultz people will join the Aouine people in a general attack on the demonic hordes from the Sulfur River that are several times larger than they are, and we will draw attention away from you,” Wood in his officiating robe looked serious, “but can you really find a way to tear down those Doors of Flames?”

“I can’t promise.” Brendel replied seriously, “But you and I both understand what will happen if I don’t succeed, so we have to go for it.”

“Both you and I know, archbishop.” He smiled faintly.