49 Chapter 49: A Saints Glory 1 (1/2)

Deep within the demonic lands at a strategic position allowing one to see anyone nearing, a large military camp was set up.

Although it was called a military camp, the soldiers that were within were far from ordinary and if any citizen within the great Ash-realm world saw them they would gasp in amazement.

Each and every one of the soldiers were aged old veterans of a thousand wars, muscle and scar riddled bodies, aura of flour, and a gaze as firm as the very planet they stood on. To call them as meer soldiers was an insult for they were nothing less than legends, the last warriors of the order of the purge, the strongest suborder within the great light order, and the order that was directly under the command of the divine saint.

At one of the guard posts stood a tall stalwart man, he was wearing full plate armor all over his lower body, his upper body was barely exposing his ”war achievements”, an especially deadly one running down from his right eye, blinding it all the way to his navel. Right next to him rested a massive two bladed battle-ax, within grabbing range if there was a need for a quick beheading of any would-be intruder.

The veteran, stood there like a stone statue as his left eye gazed over the surrounding area, his eyes focussed for any sign of movement, not a trace of laziness or tiredness on his square face.

Suddenly his eyes detected movement, his battle-axe already in his hand within but a second, his body exuding fearless valor as he was ready to fight till the end or until his brothers and sisters came to help. Out of the bushes came a leather-wearing man with a big brown beard and long brown hair, his eyes were filled with determination even as he stumbled, blood leaking from a deep cut in his abdomen tale of a grievous injury.

”Brother Amer!”

The ax-wielding man yelled as he saw the leather-wearing man stumble. Quickly running towards him only to be distracted by five shadows closely on the one named Amer's trail.

”Be careful... Brother Khan!”

Brother Amer yelled before collapsing due to blood loss, the five shadows finally became visible in front of Brother Khan as they stood a few meters away from Brother Amer.

”DEMONS!”

Brother Khan yelled, in outrage, and as a warning to his brothers and sisters within the camp, as he charged forward towards the demons in a bit to protect Brother Amer. He could clearly see that they were the elites of one of the demon princes, the prince of greed due to there armor but he cared not. To him a Paliden of the order of the purge they were but ants.

The demons only had a moment to take in their opponent as he yelled before he was upon them, his movements were inhumanly quick as he covered twenty meters in an instant bringing his axe down upon the closes demon.

The demon sneered as he brought his sword up to meet the axe only for it to be split in two along with his body. His companions were dumbfounded when they saw this, they had thought against many paladins before but this is the first time they had seen one of there own struck down by one swing from a paladin that seemed to be serving as a simple guard.

Brother Khan didn't stop after killing the first demon and quickly moved to the second, which caused the demons to come out of there daze and attack him together.