Chapter 606 (1/2)

Randidly was almost exasperated as the guards around him had looked up with fear towards the literal sea of energy that was shooting towards them. After he had used some leftover Erickson Steel and his personal hammer to make his squad tower shields, they just stood in the face of a projectile volley?!?

These fools were worse than he thought.

And the reinforcements he received weren’t any better! Just as he had finished the previous group’s shields, another 60 had arrived with Mana Potions and offering any assistance they could. So Randidly quickly hammered out another 20 shields while firing off Incinerating Bolts. But when the strange Wights began to sing, it had distracted him enough that he couldn’t handle it anymore.

Which is why he said what he said, and why he meant it.

Looking around at the guards around him, Randidly slapped the back of one’s head. “Raise your fucking shields! Don’t just stand there and die.”

Awkwardly, they did so. The Psychic Poison that everyone seemed to fear closely resembled the plasma shot out of pistols from Zone 1 in that it was a strangely amorphous gas-liquid. Luckily, it traveled much more slowly, so even the most stunned spear user was able to position the piece of metal between themselves and the projectiles.

Feeling rather bold, Randidly stayed outside the cover of the shields and depleted his Mana completely by firing off a vicious barrage of Incinerating Bolts into the floating crowd of Wights. Their skin caught the light in such a way that there seemed to be a floating swarm of fireflies that were alighting into the night sky. They rose and rose like a blanket that threatened to rival the sea of stars above. The whole while, those strange green blobs shot down towards the walls of Niergem but concentrated on Randidly’s position.

At the last second, Randidly waved a hand and used Gravity Affinity to shift the blobs descending straight towards him to the side. Right before the projectiles landed, Randidly wondered if he should have perhaps considered that the people of Tellus had already considered shields. He had seen buckler shields, so perhaps these projectiles ignored them.

He felt a sharp stab of guilt as there was an explosion of liquid goo-gas, that… bounced harmlessly off the front of his tower shields. There wasn’t even a sound of the substance eating into the metal with an acid tilt. It simply was reflected by the physical presence of something else.

A strange sense of incredulous frustration emerged deep from within Randidly’s chest. THIS was exactly why it was foolish to have the image of a world end up focused on the spear! An unusual and rather mundane threat left them stunned and vulnerable.

As if watching from a third perspective, Randidly felt the crown about his head begin to thrum with the intensity of his emotions. He sense of self dwindled away until he could see himself solely as a cog in a part of the larger battle. His eyes burned emerald and he downed three Mana potions in quick succession. Then he raised his hand and two dozen Incinerating Bolts shot outward.

The Witch King was screaming, but the noise felt incredibly distant due to the localized influence of his Silence portion of his Crown. Randidly drank more Mana potions and felt a throbbing headache beginning to build behind his eyes. It made him bare his teeth at the horde of screaming fireflies before him.

Want to reclaim your voices? Then spend your lives like dirty coins to reach me.

Around Randidly, the guards seemed rather stunned by the fact they had weathered the assault without any casualties. Those squads near Randidly, and without the shields, were writhing on the ground in agony, holding their heads. Some of the stronger ones were standing, but pale. It truly seemed like there was some sort of mental attack included in that slime the Wights threw.

And it couldn’t pass through a shield.

“Another wave is coming, don’t slack off,” Randidly barked, channeling his best Shal impression. This time, the people around him snapped back into focus with much more vigor. Their shields went up to block the projectiles fired directly at them by the flying Wights.

Some of the people towards the back weren’t even using their shields, so they spread down the walls to protect those who had survived the first volley. With an expression of deep excitement, the aging man who had brought the reinforcements popped up by his side.

“Astounding! The spear is unable to stop the Psychic Poison due to the inherent finesse of the weapon, but the Spearman was not bound by simply the spear! It was his greatest tool, but it was by no means the only one! Sir Ghosthound, do you have more of those large shields?”

Even while shooting out a dozen Incinerating Bolts, Randidly frowned. When his Mana reached dangerously low levels, he drank another potion. It was true that he did have more ingots of Erickson Steel inside his ring. Most of them were failed attempts at making his ultimate metal, which he dubbed Ghostblood Steel. Still, those failed attempts would be more than enough to block this strange poison attack.

If anything, the fact that they were failed attempts would make the process even simpler. If it was actually the super dense and powerful steel Randidly had been aiming for, it would take so long to hammer out it was no longer useful assistance. But to do so would mean that he would need to cease attacking, or at least sacrifice some accuracy as he focused on other things…