Chapter 448: Lucifers Heir (1/2)
”Any idea on what's happening over there?”
”Don't know and don't care,” grinned Staxius,”-let's just cause damage on our end.”
The outpost before had scouts scream for intruders. The machine gun fired without discrimination. Most missed for the duo dodged. Captain Lo, sat further up inside a well-built tent, peaked with a rifle in hand.
”Captain!” the sound of gunfire resounded behind the injured messenger, ”-two intruders have breached the first squad. They're being killed as we speak.”
”I knew it would happen,” he smiled shrewdly, ”-order the outer outposts to make for us right away.”
”CAPTAIN!” came another, ”-reports from the East and West army. One was breached by ladies in armor while the other has around 2000 men cutting the head of any who walked. Guns or swords aren't affected, we suspect them to be Ghouls.”
”Signal the Captains to retreat. As for the remainder force, tell them to fight to the last men. Thee are the last line of defense before the general, MAKE US PROUD!”
”YES SIR,” they screamed to go deliver the messages.
'I wonder if will please his holiness,' wondered Captain Lo jumping on horseback.
”Captain Lo,” said another dressed in the same attire, ”-I see that the plan has worked.” They galloped towards the gorge.
”Captain Guneo, how's the outpost?”
”Honestly speaking, I never expected ghouls to show up in thousands. I suppose his holiness counted in it being a tough fight.”
”Yes, that much is true,” added Lo presumptuously.
”Captain Lo, Captain Guneo,” hailed another from the left to join their group, ”-you made it out alive.”
”Captain Hao, don't make it sound as if we're weak.”
”I mean, we could have taken that man by our lonesome…”
”No, Captain Hao, we're not going to underestimate the man whom the holiness has deemed a danger. I'm to expect there are higher-being coming to the mortal plane today.”
”Was what his holiness told about the god coming to us true?” wondered Guneo holding tight.
”It was what I was told, tis the reason we're retreating.” Just as he said so, a shot like figure flashed by their side leaving a trail of rocks and dust.
”Was that?”
”Yes, tis his holiness. I supposed the extermination process is underway. Let's return to the Commander, he must be waiting for our arrival.”
”Let's,” thus, the captains headed to the second base of operation.
Leading up to today, many forces had worked in the shadows for the opportune moment. The fate of Staxius Haggard, he who dethroned and broke the Kreston's belief and way of life was very much shunned. The hate made way towards the place of origin. The continent of Iqeavea where Lucifer and the princes of hell were viewed as saviors. One could say the good fate and fortune turned to anguish after the end of the war. A large target was painted on the King's back. Conspiracies from both the higher-beings and the mortals would come to strike. Cimier, more specifically, Snow, was known as the Crusaders of Kreton. They would often lead wars against the infidels. Their worship to the god was so great he, the great one himself, bestowed upon them a statue from which they could draw power. Around it, a massive Cathedral was built. Arch-Bishop Fiene, a child much like the king; an heir to the powers of Lucifer, began his growth into being the strongest in Konak and arguably Iqeavea.
'My lord has asked of me to restrain the King of Arda,' sprinting faster than a bullet, he soon came upon the battlefield.
'This presence,' the mountainous avalanche of fighters overwhelmed Courtney and her brother. Being strong didn't matter – similar to how strong a swimmer might be if a wave was too harsh, he'd most often drown and buckle. *CLANG.* White hair flew back a few meters.
”Holiness,” the army all but knelt at the presence of he who had pushed back Staxius. Grey-hair, grey eyes, a well-tailored robe fitted for battle. Two swords rested on the back in an 'X' shape. The crest of Kreston was engraved on his glabella.
”Raise your head,” he lifted a hand. The sharp-jawline's contrast against the long almost feminine hair was beautiful. In all the sense of the word, the man was pretty.
”Holiness, please, slaughter the infidel for he has slain many of our companions!” And so, the emphasis was placed atop the dead bodies. Noise from the right and left grew to naught.
*Once living now dead. O' thee who've lost thine line to mine blade, thee who held regrets in the mortal world, I grant thee a chance at life. Be one with those who are to serve me, Blood-Arts: Ghoul Revival* an abyssal whirlwind, unknown to most, swallowed those defeated bringing the amount to around 28,000 ghouls residing inside the Shadow Realm.
”Éclair,” spoke he softly, ”-have the VT10-BSQD take-off and aim for the General's headquarters. Don't fly above us, take the long route, be discreet.”
”Roger.”
”Who the hell are you?” asked Courtney with sword drawn in the distance.
”Arch-Bishop Lupher Fiene Combold of the Kreton Church else known as the Luciferian Cult.”
”Lupher Combold?” returned she with a dense and powerful stare, ”-what is your business here?”
”To fight,” he smirked, ”-Is that not obvious,” not even a blink later, the swords drawn to aim at her neck and heart. *Clang,* the impact cracked the ground into a smokescreen.
”I'm impressed,” said he tilting the head gently, ”-I must say tis the first I've seen someone block my attack.”
”You call that blocking?” she spewed blood, ”-how very much insulting,” a deep cut severed her arms and the other barely stopped the horizontal strike at her head.
”No matter, I have no interest in dealing with you,” the mouth moved to her suddenly kneel. A semi-transparent hemisphere conjured forth chains. Her arms and legs were bound and forced to stare up. Soon, swords materialized to relentlessly pierce her vital spots. No scream came, she but laid without emotion. The weapons kept on killing over and over again.
”About you then,” the figure vanished, ”-I'm flattered to meet the well-decorated King of Arda,” he appeared behind with arms wrapped around the king in a hug. ”Heir to the Death Reaper. I'm Heir to Lucifer, one of the four princes of hell.”
”Why are you here?”
”Didn't you know? Cleopatra was sent to see if you bore Kronos's symbol of power. I'm very much pleased to see it wasn't a waste of time.”
”Cleopatra you say,” no emotions came.
”Come on, don't give me that look. I'm acting per orders of my lord,” he let go and moved forward.