109 Chapter 37 - Rumblings of a Breaking World (2/2)

When he was calm, the power was his to control again, and he pushed it back into its cage.

When Jack turned back to the Captain he found their backs at rigid attention and shining awe in their eyes.

”Captain?”

”YES, Templar!” Roared the Captain with a stamp as if this was a military drill.

”You have been ordered to bolster the defences of this fortress. Three Constructor Golems, one Fabricator Golem and one thousand additional servants of Alandria are being assigned to this fortress. I would guess the same is being done to every other fortress in the Southern Army. Meanwhile, it is the best time I and my forces get to work.”

”Would you require assistance, Templar? At Least take our garrison Paladins with you, we have Paladins from each of the Three's churches present with us. Crusaders as well!” Behind the Captain, several sacred warriors sporting only one holy ring apiece stood tall and proud.

”This is the business of the Inquisition, your men are best spent serving here. I and my Elites will take care of this matter,” descending passed disappointed members of this garrison, Jack rejoined his own forces. A hundred members of the Nameless Legion's Anti-demon division, twenty priests of the Red Cloth, and a woman beneath an enormous mound of dark fibre.

Then there was the Floer Knight, as carefree as ever as she seemed to be playing some knives thriving game with a pair of Harlequins. The rules seemed to indicate that whoever managed to score a hit on the other first won, the trio now locked in a fierce bladed battle. Naturally, the Flower Knight emerged unscathed.

”Are you ready, warriors of the Three?” Jack roared, all saluting with their left hand to their holy symbols at their chests and their right hand to whatever weapon they favoured. Phillip wasn't here, however, as a trusted Inquisitor of the One he had far too many responsibilities to waste time attending minor exterminations at the Crimson line.

Although this was no minor Extermination, a full-fledged Demonic Incursion they were halting. Usually, that would require the whole Nameless Legion to muster, and several Templar as well. In this case, they needed only Jack, and the woman beneath all that cloth.

”Let's go you Bitch,” Jack muttered, tasting something foul in his mouth being even this close to her.

”Yes Lord Templar, may the Three watch our every step,” the Corrupt Saint replied.

Activating the customised War Golem, a great golden shield filled with holy magic projected like a bubble a hundred feet in every direction. Forming a formation within, and with enough supplies already hanging off the War Golem's arms and belt enough for the entire journey, the expedition got under way.

”Open the Gates!” Jack roared, the chains snapping to attention as they hoisted the hard iron up.

”Demon Extermination Expedition 038.... move out!”