Chapter 605 (2/2)

“Intriguing. Emissary Jailen? If I could trouble you to bring your forces to assist Spellspear Ghosthound? Take a portion of the Mana potions with you, and see if you can keep the Wights blind.”

A thin man with salt and pepper hair and dark orange skin bowed to the Sentinel and then gestured sharply. Two of the Sergeants joined him and marched to gather their men. Sentinel Roonst once more turned his gaze to Helen, considering her.

“A Spellspear is rarely seen in the outer Domains… let’s hope he can hold up under the weight of responsibility. Sergeant....”

“Helen sir.” Helen saluted. It was a military habit, more than anything. It turned out that she could learn at least a little bit of self-discipline when it wasn’t being stuffed down her throat by her mother.

“Excellent, you are with me, Sergeant Helen. You served on the front, yes? Your service will be-” But then his words cut off as there was a great cry arising from the Wights. A strange pillar of sickly green light descended from the skies and covered them all.

Sentinel Roonst’s face turned immediately grim. Well, Helen reflected as she studied the man critically. Grimmer. It seemed like the only change of expression he ever had was to frown more deeply. She wondered if he woke up with a normal face, and it was slowly twisted over the course of the day. Fucking weird.

“That’s the Ring of Mass Flight.” The copper-haired woman, who Helen had learned was named Jeneva Rawn, said.

Sentinel Roonst nodded. “...this will make things difficult. It might take away the advantage of the walls, but it likely means they will gamble on a melee more quickly. We must hold out until then.”

“Should we not attack now?” Another man argued. “It is known that the Rings take a while to activate. If we can strike before it is completed, we will rout them.”

“A portion is remaining on the ground,” Jeneva pointed out, right as Helen was opening her mouth to call the man a dumbass. “That group would rip into an assault squad with Psychic Poison unless we deploy a significant amount of troops. At that point, is it worth it?”

Glumly, the man fell silent. Everyone’s mood turned bleaker and bleaker as they watched the strange light glow more intense.

Strangely, Helen didn’t feel too much worry. Subconsciously, she turned and looked over to the spot where Randidly stood. She wondered what he was up to.

And as she was watching, there was a bright light from that area that streaked across the sky and struck one of the Wights that was slowly floating upwards out of the trees. The thing screeched and spasmed, and then fell still.

Helen blinked.

A strange, baleful song around amongst the Wights. As they sang, Helen knew from experience they would activate their Spectral Claws and prepare to fire Psychic poison. The song built and built, largely ignoring the singular steaks of orange fire that eliminated some of their fliers.

But as it was building towards a crescendo, there was a voice that cut through the strange and deadly song.

“Before a King, the peasants are silent.”

There was a strange tingling in the air, and the song of the Wights faltered. Helen looked over and saw a strange, bright light and a grey crown, but then something drew her gaze back towards the Wights.

The Witch King screamed, and the two hosts rose from the ground to swarm through the sky. Then Psychic Poison shot through the air towards Randidly and his crown like a monsoon.