367 7.95 The Reapers Walketh Among Thee... Yippykayyeaaaa. (2/2)

'We have 300 strong magical knights, sorcerers and healers. We are called The Cardinal Company and we are the undisputed champions across the board for all party raids.” the full-faced helmet Knight proudly announced as he thumped his chest that made a rather hollow sound of metal hitting metal.

”Oh... I see... Undisputed Champions across the board. In the case, we paltry adventurers bade you good tiding and endeavours towards your co-op battle soon and may emerge victorious soon.” I said as I humbly announced that we would be the best idling around and not involve our noses into affairs that are beyond our reach.

”Then... In that case, we would be seeing you in less than an hour after our victory then.” the full-faced helmet Knight responded and made a friendly thump on my chest with his iron gloves. He thumped again and looked at this iron gloves and he can't help to raise the visor and looked at me and thumped my chest again.

He cocked his head sideways and looked at his iron gloves that somehow had cracked around the joints at the slightest pressure when he repeatedly thumped my chest 3 times using the new Body Shield.

”It is alright, buddy... See ya soon,” he said once more and thumped his iron gloves on the shoulder of my Body Shield and somehow his iron glove disintegrated into pieces like it was made of eggshells. He can't help but to shake loose his broken iron gloves and removed it while carrying it on the other free hand.

”Hah Hah... An old rotten piece of junk it has become...” he muttered within earshot and went on his way as he leads the 300 strong armies through Camp Salvation and heads towards their doom which was 30 minutes away.

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”What the hell is that guy wearing?!? It is just the Common Class in Light Armour Studded Leather armour and yet... Archhhh... Maybe this iron glove had been through too many battles that it seems to be easily disintegrated. Stupid iron gloves.....”

The Knight with the broken iron glove strode by and can't help thinking about the strange armour that we had worn, as it was identical, pretty low grade, pretty normal, pretty cheap and affordable and nothing out of the ordinary.

He looked carefully at his gloves and the part where he had thumped my chest caved in around the joints even though he didn't use too much force on it. He looked the other iron glove and found no flaws to it. His left hand was not his master hand and wondered what happened to it.

Before long, they had met with the other band just at the forested area and discussed their battle plans. There were only some clusters of Imps just armed with bows and spears.

A blitzkrieg was quickly organised and as soon as the 550 men stepped into the plains and stormed the area, black swarms of clouds appeared above the ground, along with the burst of sand and soil.

All the 550 men that had stormed onto the plain grounds were soon enveloped with sprays of red mist with a rather familiar rusty metallic suffocating smell that soon filled the air.

Muffled thuds were heard in the middle and the back rows of the surging armies as thousands of black barbed spikes at least 8 inches long were ejected from the ground with a speed of over 280 km/h.

Each of the spikes had successfully found their marks and penetrated through cloth and iron armour pieces like it were needle through onion skin paper.

Those who managed to finally voiced their indescribable pain and agony through the penetration of these barbed spikes that had embedded itself through their eyes, throats, necks, chest and backs, soon succumbed to their excessive convulsions and spasm on the ground.

The plain grounds are littered with suits, bodies and weapons. Red, brown and silver are the new colours of what was once a vast, rich green field, which has now become the stage of a one-sided disastrous end before it even started.

The air which would normally be fresh and smell of nature's wonders is now splashed and painted with red and brown and dark green, from the splatters of blood, brain matter, disembowelled torso as sausages of steaming intestines, spleen and liver were strewn on the once green grass field, and there's no coming back from this.