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Chapter 82: 82:For Glory Of Veydrin
Marconi slammed his staff into the ground. His eyes burned with madness as he lifted his arms to the sky.
"Oh, great Lord Peru, hear me! Accept this sacrifice and grant me your power! Let the dead rise and devour all who stand against your divine will!"
The air shook following his call. The ground cracked open from which dark mist oozed out, thick and foul, curling like the fingers of the damned.
Then from them, bones started to emerge.
Rotten hands burst from the soil. Skeletal figures clawed their way out, their empty eye sockets burning with eerie blue flames. More and more dragged themselves up, bodies twisted and broken, reeking of death and decay.
Kael took a step back, then suddenly snickered.
"Ahh... classic evil priest nonsense."
The undead lurched forward, ready to attack. But Kael just raised his hand, flashing the ring on his finger.
A fierce blue light exploded from it, cutting through the dark mist.
"BLUE KNIGHT LEGION OF VEYDRIN!" His voice boomed like thunder.
From the passage, knights started crawling in.
The knights behind him drew their swords. Their armor shone in defiance, banners fluttering in the cursed wind.
Kael raised his sword high.
"This is no longer a fight between men! This is a war between light and darkness!"
"This is a battle for all who live, for those who breathe free under the sky!"
"For every innocent soul, for every man, woman, and child who deserves to see the sun rise again...WE FIGHT!"
He pointed his sword at the undead army.
"For the Glory of Veydrin!"
The knights roared in unison:
"FOR GLORY OF VEYDRIN!"
Following his calls, the fired up knights charged.
CLANG!CLANG!
"DIEEE!"
"Get your rotten hands out of this damned land.
Steel clashed against bone. Knights hacked through rotten flesh, their swords cleaving undead in half. Shields bashed skulls, sending heads rolling across the cursed earth. The air filled with war cries, the sounds of swords sinking into bodies, of armor clashing, of undead screeching in agony.
Kael grinned like a madman, watching as his knights carved through the horde like fire through dry grass.
But Marconi smirked, turning to Baron Altross.
"Why waste your life fighting the inevitable? Submit to Lord Peru! Accept his blessing, and you will gain power beyond your wildest dreams!"
Altross hesitated. Then, gritting his teeth, he knelt and placed his hand on Marconi’s staff.
"I... I accept it!"Baron Altross ran towards the statue and hit his head.
"I accept it..I will surrender my soul to you."
Dark tendrils shot out, wrapping around his body.
His veins bulge, turning black. His skin sizzled, his flesh twisting, morphing, tearing apart. His body stretched unnaturally, his fingers elongating into razor-sharp claws. His face twisted, his eyes sank into the darkness, his mouth widened into a grotesque grin.
And then he screamed.
"WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME?!?!"
His voice distorted, no longer human.
Marconi’s smirk faded. "This... this isn’t supposed to—"
Altross thrashed, his body turning into a shadowy mass, his limbs warping into something monstrous. His armor melted into his flesh, his bones cracked, and his human form disappeared.
He had become a mindless beast.
Kael cackled, shaking his head. "See?! That’s why I told you dumbasses not to trust gods!"
Then, his grin vanished as his eyes turned sharp, focused.
He couldn’t let this transformation complete.
Kael took a deep breath, his muscles tensed.
He gripped his sword tight and stepped forward.
"Time to unleash my sword attack."
"GUARDRKKK!".
The monstrous figure of Baron Altross lunged towards Kael.
[Kudan Rekkairyu...]
A storm-like pressure erupted around him. His stance lowered, his blade glowed with deadly energy.
And then he struck.
[Kudan Rekkairyu First Form.]
The World-Rending Strike
Kael vanished.
One moment, he stood there, grinning like a lunatic. The next, he was gone, replaced by a streak of silver light that tore through the battlefield like a storm.
And then..
SHRRRRK!
A single, monstrous slash erupted from his blade.
The air split apart. The ground cracked open, a deep, jagged line splintering beneath his feet. The cursed mist was cut in half, the dark energy unable to resist the power of his sword.
And Altross—
The beast froze mid-transformation.
A single, perfect line of crimson appeared across his shadowy body.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then—
BLOOD EXPLODED.
Altross’s monstrous form split apart, his body ripped clean in two, from shoulder to waist. His roar turned into a gurgle, and before he could even react—
BOOM!
The sheer force of the slash sent his two halves flying in opposite directions. One side crashed into the ground, the other smashed into a wall, leaving a crater. His claws twitched one last time before his body dissolved into black mist, vanishing like a nightmare at dawn.
Silence reigned on everyone.
The knights, undead, even Marconi himself stared in shock.
Kael slowly straightened, resting his sword on his shoulder.
His mad grin widened.
"Ahhh... That hit the spot!" He licked his lips, his blood stained sword dripping onto the cursed ground.
Then, he turned to Marconi.
"You’re next, old man."
A brief pause remained then the fight resumed.
"For the Glory of Veydrin!"
Knights roared, their blades shining with righteous fury.
The undead swarmed like locusts, but the knights cut them down without mercy. Swords cleaved through rotting flesh, shields bashed skulls, and spears pierced through ribs, sending shattered bones flying.
One knight, Chandler , grabbed an undead by the throat, slammed it into the ground, and drove his sword straight through its skull. The creature twitched violently before turning to dust.
Another knight, found himself surrounded. But instead of retreating, he grinned, spinning his greatsword like a whirlwind. The first strike decapitated two, the second split a third in half, and the final swing smashed an undead into the dirt with enough force to leave a crater.
Even the old snarky knights snorted as he fought.
"Fucking hell, this is a mess." He parried an undead’s claws, kicked it back, and drove his blade through its chest. "But damn if it isn’t fun!"
Baret who showed the madness had a dogshit expression.
’It seems everyone is getting affected by Lord’s lunacy.’
The battlefield became a storm of steel, blood, and war cries.
Kael laughed wildly as he cut down another three undead in a single slash. His bloodied sword hummed, thirsting for more.
He turned to Marconi.
"So, priest,wanna pray some more? Or should I just cut you in half now?"
