Chapter 81 (2/2)

Now he wanted to try his spear skills. He had practiced a little, and found a few enemies, but the last 4 weeks had been an exercise in patience. Although the spear worked fine against small groups of enemies, the fearsome size meant it was made for something… different.

Something like this.

The huge construct of bone swept outward as Randidly began walking back through the horde, cleaving 6 monsters in half in one blow, Randidly’s strength making their bodies seem like paper. The skeletons spun around, clattering their jaws angrily, but the next stroke of Randidly’s spear silenced them forever.

Randidly pressed forward, faster and faster, cutting through the army, heading towards the section that was composed mostly of goblins. Skeletons were fine, but…

Randidly wanted to grind other things.

He burst into the small bodies of the goblins in an explosion of mangled flesh, his spear sweeping back and forth. Finding a rather thick clump, he leapt over and unleashed a Spear Phantom’s Onslaught, reducing most of the goblins in the area to paste.

His spear was almost TOO big to use in delicate spearwork. The blade of the spear ripped the torso of a goblin totally in half. Still, Randidly threw his attacks forward with wild abandon, barely trying for delicacy as the goblins leaped at his back. The corner of his mouth quirked upward.

Twisting, his spear swept across, smashing them out of the air and into the ground. Humming a soft tune to himself, Randidly activated Pollen of the Rafflesia and began ripping quickly through the goblins as those nearby the already dead began to notice his presence, and started to scream at him.

He continued, moving rapidly, striking and moving on towards the deeper area of the horde. The ones in front of him were cut to pieces, the ones behind him became drowsy, or ill, or confused.

A walking catastrophe, Randidly strolled forward, focusing on his form.

Still, there was no need to rush. It would be quite the long night.

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Alana was annoyed.

She had lost herself in the vicious cycle of pushing back enemies, and then being called away to another side of the perimeter to reinforce another struggling area. The first 1 hour was slow, as the monsters stalled out on the fences, but as they caved, their work swiftly became cut out for them.

It was only 10 minutes ago, after they beat back the ice spewing bats, heavily relying on Clarissa’s superior magic, they received a new order.

They were to retreat to the headquarters.

“Why?” Alana demanded, furious that Anthony was being so tight lipped about the information. Then, after biting his lip, he leaned forward and whispered something that caused Alana’s eyes to narrow.

The headquarters had gone radio silent 10 minutes ago. At first they had assumed that the short wave radio that they used had just malfunctioned. But as the time stretched onwards…

And as signs of a fire from Franksburg proper became apparent...

While the rest of the team remained to maintain the walls, Alana rushed backed, hoping to find… well, that it was an annoying, but harmless mistake.

Unfortunately, as she moved farther away from the perimeter and back towards the city, the sounds of chaos greeted her. The positives were that it didn’t appear to be monsters, but only looting in this section of the city. She also took profound pleasure in breaking the nose of a man who looked her up and down and leered at her.

But the outlook became more grim the farther in she went. Although there weren’t any definitive signs of monsters, people were fleeing away from the center of the city, panicked. They kept smashing into Alana and rebounding, surprised to find that her thin frame was so sturdy. Other people stared at her, apparently noticing the soft glow that filled the air around her. It was still light, as her skill level was low, but it was definitely visible.

Then, almost on accident, Alana realized what had happened. A grinding noise caught her attention, and she turned to find the manhole cover to the sewer was slowly rising up. With a ringing noise, it popped off all the way, and several goblins scrambled out of the sewer, chittering in their strange language.

The people around froze, and then began to scream and claw their way in any direction but that one. This wasn’t helpful for the traffic flow, but it did give Alana space; she tore those shocked goblins to pieces so fast that their faces hadn’t even registered her presence.

Frowning, Alana considered what to do. It didn’t appear that there were all that many enemies that had come in here, but they were sending people into a panic, and-

But her train of thought was interrupted by a strange clicking noise, and then a voice, a soft voice sounded out throughout the town, done through loudspeakers.

“People of Franksburg! Don’t panic! We can fight our way through this!” The voice said, and Alana saw the people around her stop, and look up at the speakers in wonder. “If you have the will to fight… come to the stadium! If we stand as one, we will push through this challenge!”

Even Alana felt the draw of that charismatic voice, and knew there could only be one source; Raina, the Siren of Franksburg.