62 Lord Ligh (1/2)
Lineir was trying to decide what to do. Should he make for the overrun city, or head out directly through the undead? His face turned ashen as he viewed the status of the city. For a second he hesitated, then he smiled.
”Mei, you're part of me right? So if I were to let go of you, you could simply dissipate and reform even if i don't retrieve you personally?”
As he spoke, he began to fly over the burning nightmare of a city. There was literally nothing left of the once famed walls which had guarded the city for so many years. The Death Angel had blasted them clean away, and on the streets, soldiers, paladins, and priests mingled with ordinary citizens at the edge of the water, looking for a way out now that their God had deserted them. The situation looked hopeless, but humans will always fight at their most tenacious when their backs are against a wall. Lineir, however, saw a very different sight from up high. In the distance, beyond the horizon, a fleet of ships filled with banners of other holy cities was sailing at terrific speed, with cultivators holding bags of wind Qi to the sails to increase their speed.
However, they were too far off. By the time they made it, there would nothing left but a drowned city, filled with those whose last breath was a choking mass of undead flesh, or those who would rather chose to fill their lungs with the gentler sea.
”Kiddo, you're right. The price to reform won't be cheap of course, it certainly isn't efficient to ever do such a thing, but yes, I will be able to reform, for a portion of energy. Why do you ask? You wouldn't be planning on...” Mei's voice trailed off as she seemed to remember something. Lineir quickly began to cut along the coast, losing altitude the entire time. He smirked as he looked into the mirror like black blade in his hand, a priceless legendary weapon which was a legacy of one who defied the Heavens. Then he threw it directly into the swarms of undead. Mei shrieked
”KIDDO!!!!! I'll get you back for this!!!!!”
”Sorry Mei-Mei, but I can't let a whole city die when hope is so near!” He turned and kept flying along the coast away from the city.
”I'm sorry people of Lightholme, but this is all I can do by myself! Even if the Heaven's have abandoned you, I can at least try to give you a chance...”
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOO!! BOOM!!!
From the skies, suddenly a mysterious black blade fell down with terrifying speed, blasting an entire group of undead into pieces. In the middle of where the city walls used to stand tall, it stuck into the ground. Lineir, flying away as fast as possible, heard Mei's voice,
”Idiot, if you go that far away, it won't hit me. Slow down!”
He slowed down, and hovered, below the undead were thinner, he had flown over the worst of the horde, which stretched for several leagues. The overwhelmed defenders, were fighting on their last breath. Priests long since out of mana, women, and children had joined in on the fight, throwing rocks, and at times, even forced into heart wrenching close combat. This city, once so proud, was driven to its knees, and gasping for air as the tides of darkness rolled over it.
”There's too many!”
”We're so close but we'll never make it!”
”Lord of Lightholme, deliver us!”
Behind, they had seen the ships, but had long since given up. Though they could see that the cultivators on the ships were frantically coming at all speed, they just weren't going to make it. Suddenly, a small boy picking up rocks to throw at the horde, saw a sight which caused him to stare in confusion. He nudged a girl doing the same next to him, and she too dropped the rocks she was holding and stared. Soon, all the children were staring, and some of the adults, too tired to fight anymore. As they lay there weakly, they stared at something they could not understand. Stretching up towards the sky, was a black line. This black line kept growing and growing, ten meters, thirty meters, fifty, one hundred! It extended into the sky which had grown dark and stormy. This black line was precisely Mei's sword, growing longer and longer.