Chapter 695 - War Against Fate (IV) (2/2)

In fact, individual fire balls weren’t powerful, but they were lethal with their massive quantities. An Undead Soldier could defend against one or two fireballs. But, what about three, four, even five of them? In an instant, the one-sided warfare had flipped around. The Undead Soldiers charged forward with their raised weapons despite the fire balls erupting on their bodies, but they collapsed one after another in a string of flares.

“Damn it! Useless pile of trash!”

Saiborn berated. He extended his arm and grabbed the panicky Vampire who was hugging a white cat in his arms.

“What are your Necromancers doing?! Didn’t they learn to interfere and cancel out the enemies’ spellcasting in school?! Dumb*ss! A bunch of dumb*sses! What are they doing?! Damn it, how did this happen?! Say something, you bastard!”

“S-Sir, please calm down…”

Schrodinger cowered and gazed at Saiborn’s fuming expression. He didn’t know how the situation turned into this. The Necromancers had been through strict and tough training. In such a battle, they held essential importance because everyone knew how terrifying the Necromancers’ large-scale spells were. Therefore, Necromancers held crucial roles within the Undead Army. Not only were they needed to protect the army from spell attacks, but they also had to detect and counteract the enemies. They would immediately take actions to disrupt enemies from casting spells whenever they sensed that the enemies were charging up to release large-scale, lethal spells.

This was the reason why Saiborn was this furious. He had left the safety of this army in the hands of the Necromancers and those bastards couldn’t handle this duty properly!

“S-Sir, this isn’t our problem… I-It’s their powerful Mages who oppressed our defenses!”

“Powerful?”

Saiborn glared coldly at the Vampire.

“How powerful can they be? Aren’t all your Necromancers in the Inner Circle? Don’t tell me those shameless Humans are stronger?!”

“I don’t know, Sir. But, our spells have indeed been suppressed… And can’t be released!”

“Damn it…”

Saiborn pushed Schrodinger aside. He lifted his head and scanned the Fortress. The constant problems left him worried. It seemed that the enemies were well prepared for this battle. Besides, if what that useless Vampire said was true, it wouldn’t be easy to find formidable presences who could suppress the Necromancers. Although Saiborn had a lot of complaints about Schrodinger…

The Death Knight couldn’t ponder this question anymore. The spiritual radiance in his eyes glinted. He jumped off his warhorse and drew a glaring, purple radiance in midair with his sword. Then, the blade emanating purple radiance collided with the scorching flames.

“———!”

The flames devoured Saiborn’s presence instantly, leaving a deep, ghastly mark on the ground, and blasting the Undead Creatures in its path into ashes.

The radiance vanished.

Saiborn emerged once again, but he appeared miserable. His armor was stained with filthy smoke and his cape was burned with several holes. He lifted his head to the sky and gritted his teeth tightly. A fox-eared young lady was seen floating leisurely in the night sky. Behind her was a dazzling, spinning magical ritual with countless fire balls launching from within. At the same time, Saiborn witnessed the coalescing energy in its middle. Then, another matchless beam of flames launched out and tore the ground.

This time, Saiborn felt entirely powerless. He could choose to continue their assault, but he couldn’t guarantee that he would succeed. Even though most of the Undead Creatures were still present, this horrible terrain had limited their advantage in quantity. Both sides were tall, precipitous mountain ranges, where Undead Creatures couldn’t possibly climb over them. The only way left for Saiborn was to restrict the Undead Army within the empty space before the Fortress. It was apparent that they couldn’t disperse to avoid the attacks under such a tight space.

“… Retreat.”

Saiborn lowered his head and made a hard decision.

The Undead Creatures slowly retreated while the soaring Bone Griffins flew away swiftly. But Rhode kept his vigilance at the highest level. He lifted his head and fixated his vision at the distant horizon. All the way until Saiborn’s Undead Army vanished entirely from the horizon, Rhode nodded in satisfaction and turned to his subordinates.

“Well done.”

“Hooray!”

The soldiers on the city wall cheered in excitement. They tossed the weapons in their hands and hugged one another tightly. Many of them were newly joint soldiers and had never fought in battles between Humans, not to mention a war with the Undead Creatures. In fact, many of them fell into the pit of desperation when they first witnessed the countless Undead Creatures. If they weren’t standing on this solid city wall and had the help of Mini Bubble Gum and Canary, perhaps their limbs would be so weak that they sat paralyzed on the floor.

“R-Rhode, did… we win?”

Marlene watched in disbelief while Rhode shook his head.

“This is only for the time being. The Undead Army won’t give up so easily. They merely retreated to regroup after facing our unexpected ambush. Don’t think that we won this battle without breaking a sweat. We have just taken advantage of them and they will present a bigger threat after stabilizing their footing.”

Rhode paused and turned to Marlene.

“Inform Old Walker to report to Golden City once more. I hope to understand the current battle progress and rough direction of the Undead Army. Also, get the soldiers ready for temporary breaks and replenishments. The night is still long. They won’t give us too much space to breath the next time they’re here.”

Rhode turned around and looked into the distant, pitch-black horizon, where endless darkness had shrouded everything.

“The battle has just begun.”