Chapter 1270 - A Legion (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The following is the recorded history of the unusual tide of Chaos in the southern part of Taros.

When the dark side of the Sea of Carnos surged in the endless abyss, it formed a storm on the border of the mainland and broke through the boundary of the World of Order. The first wave of energy swelled north from the southern part of the Black Forest and destroyed everything on the land. It deformed and wilted the forest, poisoned and corroded the earth, threw the climate off balance, and obscured the starlight. The unprecedented storm of Chaos wiped out the sentry posts and villages in the buffered zone between the Black Forest and the fortress, turning the land into a dead zone. Those people utterly had no time to send a distress call back to the fort.

Earlier during the first wave of attack, the battle raged on for a day and a night. Fort Raven did not get the early warning and suffered heavy losses. Before the runic shield and the barrier of Order rose, the knights could only wave the Golden Battle Flag and fought with their flesh and blood. All members of the second team of the Blackblade Legion died on the front line, and no one had retreated. The third and fourth brigades of the Raven Guards held up amid the air raids of the storm of Chaos. No one withdrew until the shields were up despite with only half of the brigades left. Count Donald, the highest commander of the Raven Guards, fought to his death on the wall.

The first round of storms finally receded after a day and a night.

The second wave of attacks came three days later.

The black and dirty smoke pillars scourged the land like tornadoes. More than a dozen such tornadoes had almost re-plowed the entire area outside the fort, wiping clean the aftermath of the battle of three days ago in the blink of an eye. Strips of smoke formed between the tornadoes as if the flags of the army of Chaos fluttering in the wind. Endless monsters were flocking to the heavily-guarded but struggling lighthouse—Fort Raven.

The Spire of Flames radiated a glorious Light of Order, forming a shield above Fort Raven. Powerfully sacred runes were flowing on each stone brick of the city wall. The wall could block out the energy of Chaos but was helpless against the continuous suicide attacks of the monsters without intelligence. Those monsters formed out of the smoke had no blood, no tears, and no feelings. They were neither afraid of pain nor death. Only the bitter hatred toward the World of Order was motivating them to blast the outer wall of Fort Raven open with their bodies.

A skeleton-like, huge strange bird emerged from the darkness with a loud shrill. It slammed into the shield of Order on the wall, crushing half of its body. But its remaining body was releasing dark energy and produced a powerful explosion outside the barrier. Following that, more monsters started to pound the same spot. Some of the monsters detonated themselves to weaken the defense of the shield, while some condensed all their energy into a more powerful and effective magic weapon: chaosbolt, which was formed by pure and primitive magic energy, equivalent to the level 6 or above spell of a human wizard, and the full blow of a mid-level wizard. But this one here just poured cats and dogs. The white ray pattern on the energy barrier rapidly dimmed under continuous impact. The energy flow began to turn haywire. At this time, a mage on the nearby tower issued a warning using brainwave resonance.

“Team C, on your front left, 7-5A, the weak point appears!”

Only soldiers in specific areas could hear the warning and rushed to the weakening spot, while the others would keep fighting in their positions.

A moment later, the breach appeared. Monsters shrouded in black smoke and poisonous mist pouring in through the breach.

The energy field of the Order instantly vaporized these monsters into primary energy. But before they dissipated, they had caused irreparable damage to the wall.

Philip and his soldiers lunged forward.

His enchanted sword hit a monster. The strike sent a vibration up his wrist through the sword. The old veteran instantly felt numbness on his arm. It was as if he had struck on hardwood or even stone. Only the body of the dying monsters could give him such a real physical sense of feedback, which proved that the attack worked. While the first monster fell, two more long swords swung past him from behind and hit the other two monsters, sending them flying backward.

Philip wiped the blood and sweat off his forehead. As the battle raged on, he had no idea where his wounds were except the one on his forehead. The veteran soldier nodded to his subordinates and gestured with his hands. Years of cooperation and rigorous training had let them master the use of eye contact and sign language. They could communicate with each other on the battlefield with only the movement of the eyes and gestures of their hands.

Group of soldiers rushed to form a defensive formation around the breach and engaged the monsters that came through the crack.

Philip brandished his giant sword and hit a humanoid monster. But he sighed when he saw his men in his peripheral vision.

One more man was down; Elunique Jr. was lying on the cold wall forever.

It was during this distraction that Philip felt a burning sensation on his shoulder. He instinctively dodged as a black shadow scrapped past his cheeks; he just saved his head from being cut in half.

The veteran quickly balanced himself, stepped aside, and turned around. Leveraging the inertia of the massive sword, he swung it in a semicircle at the bear-like monster.

The blade of the big sword was gleaming with a faint light as it hit its target. Almost immediately, soldiers nearby lunged up and terminated the monster.

The big sword felt heavy in hand.

Philip gasped as he felt that a burning sensation in the wound on his shoulder, from which his strength drained. He felt the sword in his hand became heavier with every passing second. The veteran shook his head and felt that today was his last.

He looked up the sky. The crack on the barrier had begun to close as the self-repairing ability of the runic wall, and the shield of Order was patching the breach. It would take a while, and it would be safe again. By then, the monsters would no longer be able to enter Fort Raven through this crack any time soon.