62 Lord Ligh (2/2)
Boom!
An explosion rang out which shocked everyone present, the rumbling boom made everyone jump, several paladins lost their grip on their weapons, they were so startled. In an instant, a savage bolt of white lightning sprang down and touched the black line. Tribulation lightning! The energy ran across the length, and into the ground.
BRRRRRAAAAAANG!!!
A metallic noise of electricity striking ground came, and a dust cloud plumed up as the hit instantly destroyed hundreds of undead at once. The clouds seemed to gather over the line, and again and again it happened!
BRRRAAaaaaaaang!!
Lightning would strike and the undead below were vaporized. The tides of undead thinned as this black line turned into a pillar of hope!
”Ugh not enough, guess I'll have to take one for these mortals, they don't know how lucky they are that my disciple is so charitable.” Mei sighed internally, but she was only feigning it. While she didn't really care about the life and death of those not associated with her, she was still a little inclined to help. Seemingly of its own accord, the black pillar fell over, hundreds of meters long, it created a line which the undead could not pass, on either side the raging ocean blocked off access.
Behind, the inhabitants of Lightholme groaned, this pillar which had seemed to be fending off the undead had fallen! However, a second later, another bolt of Tribulation lightning fell, and cheers rang out as the lightning channeled horizontally across the ground.
KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!
Instead of simply causing a single explosion below, lightning ran across the giant sword horizontally as it lay on the ground, and a line of destruction seared through, creating a wall of electricity which burned everything nearby. Every time a bolt of lightning would hit, it would flare up and eradicate all undead crossing it, cutting off Lightholme from the horde! The defenders inside suddenly saw hope as the tide of undead seemed to peter out without reinforcements. But would the lightning keep coming, and would the pillar hold for long enough? For several minutes, lightning continued to fall, and the bluish wall of electricity incinerated undead. The defenders could only fight on against the undead which had already passed, and glance back nervously at the ships which were speeding towards the port. The children all clenched their fingers, and bit their lips, and their parents were no better.
Those fighting could only keep praying the wall held. Suddenly, the lightning stopped falling, and the wall disappeared, as well as the black metallic line which had held off the horde! The defenders could only bite their cheek until blood ran and heft their weapons one last time, parents gripped their children... if the undead broke through, they would rather enter the ocean's embrace then see their children become undead!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fireballs fell into the ranks of the undead from the defender's backs, and fiery arrows lit with tar. The first of the ships had arrived! Cultivators leaped off to defend what remained of the city. One, dressed in glowing robes of purple roared out orders,
”On the ships! Children and women first! Defensive arrays up! Damnit, hurry up, can't you see these people are exhausted, evacuate the city now! Go, go! I don't care if you have to throw them on the ships, there's too many to hold!” Soon, the rest of the fleet arrived, and massive defensive arrays were launching fireballs into the horde, wreaking havoc. Fresh paladins poured off and the commander began directing Judgements, cutting into the undead and pushing them back. When he saw that every last citizen left was on the ships, he made a motion, and they fell back. The ships pushed off and launched out with the evening tide, and he and the paladins leaped back on.
”I don't know what expert kindly held off those undead, but thank the God's he did, to think the holiest city of Lightholme would fall, this day is a dark one indeed. Let's go! Lightholme is no more! Back to Farlit City, we need to bring news of this calamity immediately!”
The ships sped away, but every man, woman, and child looking back would forever remember the image of the once glorious city of Light, smoking, its proud, tall walls fallen, and its streets lined with undead, grimly staring directly at the survivors. Lines of fingers like the stalks of a hideous field of weeds in a rotten marsh pointed in their direction, seemingly singling out every person as a target of their hate. However, the crowd felt warmth instead of despair. Though the clear blue sky was no longer mingling with a single dark storm cloud, the people remembered that when the Heaven's had turned away, someone had sent down a black sword, no a pillar to bring salvation. One by one, fueled by stories from a certain squadron and sergeant who claimed to know this expert, the people began to worship a new god. The Lord Light!