Chapter 607 (2/2)

As he was falling towards the city below, Randidly winced. Although it was relatively weak compared to the Witch King’s other physical attacks… how the fuck was a Skill like that fair? Hopefully, it had a high Mana cost, because Randidly wasn’t sure he could dodge it and it had instantly taken out 1/10th of his Health.

Using Phantom Half Step on a Wight high in the air, Randidly rapidly landed back on top of the wall and saw the Witch King use its claw to catch Azriel’s needle-like spear. This seemed to be incredibly shocking to her because she didn’t have any follow up as she stared at the thing.

As it made to step forward and rip her in half, Randidly used Plant Dominance to wrap up its legs and slow its step. It was enough, but barely. The attack ripped her from shoulder to opposite hip. With his Perception tied to plants, Randidly could feel every drop of blood that exploded outward and soaked into the wooden battlements.

After firing off a half dozen Incinerating Bolts to eliminate the Wights that dropped from the sky to capitalize on Azriel’s weakness, Randidly turned and slashed with Acri to meet the Witch King’s blow. At the last second, he used Idiosyncratic Cut to strike a sliver of time before the Witch King’s attack hit him. The blow staggered the opponent, but Randidly didn’t dare trade honestly.

His body dissolved into ash and formed back up 5 meters away, only to be hit by a rapid flick of the Witch King’s claws. This time, his popping rib broke truly, and the sharp pain in his side made him gasp.

The thing was moving to follow up with the attack when it made a strange ticking noise and turned to once more catch Azriel’s spear as it raced towards the back of its head. Blood spurted outwards as her body was jolted to a stop so abruptly. But this time, Azriel twisted her spear to loosen the grip and then spun it expertly out of the Witch King’s grasp. Her second thrust caught the thing in its chest.

Above them, the sky darkened and a golden hand appeared. It hovered above them and its fingers flexed. The Witch King ignored it and reached towards Azriel with the strange, snake-like abruptness it possessed.

A voice overhead rumbled over them. “Your life… is mine.”

At first, Randidly believed the Witch King to be speaking. But there was a split second where the Witch King paused after the voice boomed outward that convinced Randidly that this wasn’t the case. The speaker… was someone else.

Reinforcements.

But as the floating hand shot downward towards the Witch King, Randidly eyes witnessed one unavoidable conclusion: the Witch King was a bit faster than the golden hand. It would kill Azriel before the blow from above landed. It might even have enough time to dodge.

Still… it might not. So Randidly seemed to be frozen as the two attacks rushed closer towards their target. His Crown burned with a blacklight glow.

This strike could kill the Witch King. The battle would be won and a great blow would be struck against the Wight armies.

...the people who have chosen me as their defender would be disappointed…

But honestly, how much did Randidly care about this war? What he cared about was that Azriel had attacked the Witch King and distracted it twice while it was moving to attack Randidly. That was something he would not soon forget.

Exhaling slowly, Randidly planted his feet and examined the Witch King as closely as he could. The strange cloak kept most of the body parts hidden, but Randidly could see its face and hands…

“The Spear Advances, Ash Trails.” He said softly. His body blurred as he shot forward as if shot out of a cannon. He raised his spear and narrowed his eyes as space was rapidly devoured between himself and the Witch King.