Summoning the Holy Sword

It was just as Rhode had predicted.

Michael jumped out of his seat after the terror-stricken adjutant explained the truth about the invaders. Even though the senior had made certain guesses about the invaders’ identity, he found the answer hard to accept.

Demon. Necromancer.

Either one of them could cause a huge headache. What were they trying to do now that both of them had joined hands and appeared by the Grosso’s borders? This question wasn’t that important anymore because they only had one objective against them.

And that was to destroy and exterminate.

This was an insanely difficult problem for Michael.

If the invaders were ordinary military troops, he could defend this important Stronghold and call for reinforcements to strengthen the defenses and protect the granaries. However, he couldn’t do it in this situation because the Necromancer would most likely murder everyone around the border area to replenish his powers. This was the most frightening part of the Necromancer. Death wasn’t the end for them—it was just the start instead. If Michael allowed the Necromancer to wreak havoc, perhaps he might need to face an Undead Army with up to a thousand creatures.

There was no value in defending this Stronghold anymore. Moreover, Michael was a General who cared for the civilians with his heart and he wouldn’t tolerate leaving them to suffer on their own. But… the biggest problem now wasn’t the lack of manpower.

Unlike the bunch of useless, pampered humans of the Country of Light, the people of the Munn Kingdom more or less came into contact with the Undead Creatures before. It wasn’t only the Battle Angel Army that tried to stop the invasion of the Undead Creatures. As one of the Generals of the Southern Legion, Michael knew certain ways to deal with Undead Creatures too. One of the most straightforward methods was the human wave attack. The number of corpses that a Necromancer could manipulate on the battlefield was limited. If a Necromancer led 2000 Undead Soldiers, 20000 humans would be required to swarm the Undead Soldiers entirely. Even though the Necromancer could keep awakening Undead Creatures, he would still lose after he exceeded his limits. This was the simplest and most direct method and right now, Michael didn’t have enough soldiers on hand to execute this mission. According to his adjutant, the Necromancer devoured seven patrol teams and he had lost nearly 200 soldiers who turned into Undead Creatures. He had about 700 soldiers left and it was looking bleak

Necromancer! Demon!

“Damn it…” A soldier gripped his pike and trembled with pale complexion by the crude, large door. Although it was late in the night and the cooling breeze had dispersed the roasting heat of autumn days, he couldn’t stop shaking as though he were in his own winter season. “Why must I be on night watch? It’s not fair!”

“Alright, chill, kid.” Another soldier leaning on the door grumbled as he poured shoddy liquor into his mouth directly. “You’re a grown up. What’s there to fear? Relax, it’s just night duty. Haven’t you done this before?”

“B-But this isn’t the same!” The young militia retorted subconsciously, but he quickly lowered his voice and scanned the surrounding nervously as though he was afraid that he had woken up some evil beasts in the dark.

“Haven’t you heard of it? The militias and soldiers from before were killed by a Necromancer! Aren’t you worried at all? Those Necromancers are creatures that devour humans entirely. W-What if the Necromancer finds trouble with us? I heard that no reinforcements are coming to assist us. Damn it, what are the military soldiers doing? Shouldn’t they be the ones protecting us at this point in time? Are they waiting for us to be killed by those terrifying monsters before they’re willing to come?”

“Alright, cut it out, you nagger.” The senior soldier glared at the concerned newbie. “Isn’t it just a Necromancer? What’s there to be afraid of? I’ve seen real Undead Creatures when I was young and what about it? That worthless crap seemed scary but they didn’t dare move an inch before an Angel. Heh, if the Necromancer were here, he would escape like a naughty boy after seeing our Angel.”

“But… We don’t have the Angels’ help anymore…”

“…” The senior militia poured the last few drops of liquor into his mouth and stood straight up abruptly before tossing the steel liquor pot on the ground. “Tch. Those damn nobles should’ve burned in hell for betraying Royal Highness… This is their retribution! Damn it! I curse their entire family and ancestors that they won’t die in peace!” He gasped for a mouthful of air before looking at the newbie with exhausted eyes. “Alright kid, cut the crap. Stop thinking about useless stuff and do your job properly. It’ll be fine once morning arrives… That’s right, it’ll be fine once morning…” The young man gazed at the older man’s eyes.

I see. He is equally afraid…

“What are you looking at?!” Perhaps sensing that the newbie had seen through his true feelings, he frowned and waved his arm. “Turn around and look there. Stay focused… If we’re lucky… Hmm? What’s that sound?”

He turned around curiously like a hunting dog peeking at the dense, dark forest. The bright, beaming moon had been covered by thick clouds entirely and even the fascinating radiance in the horizon that represented the Light Dragon Soul had dimmed massively.

“Sound?” The newbie turned around hurriedly but no matter how he scanned, he couldn’t see anything clearly. The place was in utter silence and suddenly, both of them heard a faint voice. As though the sound of waves slamming into a shore. But… there wasn’t an ocean nearby.

Swish… Swish… Swish…

The sound was getting clearer and louder by the seconds. The two men felt shivers down their spines and their jaws couldn’t stop biting. The sixth sense in humans that had deteriorated became so sensitive in the face of danger. Although they couldn’t see through the dense, gathering darkness, they seemed to sense that something was approaching them.

Swish… Swish… Swish…

Dark figures finally emerged.

“Oh… My… God…”

A sea of Undead Army presented before them and they were stricken into silence. They clasped their weapons but they didn’t know what else they could do.

Y-Yes, w-we should alert the villagers that the terrifying Undead Creatures are here!

Although this thought lingered in their heads non-stop, their bodies had as though lost their strength to move. No matter how hard they tried, their bodies felt like a puddle of mud.

Move! Move!

They bellowed at their incapable bodies, but their legs wouldn’t budge at all! The horrifying Undead Army had arrived before their faces before they even realized. They witnessed the faint spiritual flames burning in the Skeletal Warrior’s eye sockets and the shabby weapons in their bony hands.

“Ahhhh!”

Perhaps because the newbie’s fears were at its peak, he screamed at the top of his lungs, threw his pike, and darted away. Meanwhile, the older soldier bolted for the sentry post and struck the alarm bell with all his might.

Clang… Clang…

The loud clinking of the bell resounded in the entire town and broke the dead silence. At this moment, two thorny whips launched from within the Undead Army and wrapped the two and dragged them back in the blink of an eye! And the bell ringing came to a sudden end!

“Help, help me. I don’t wanna die…”

The young man rolled about on the ground while wailing pitifully with mucus and tears flowing down his face. He clawed his hands into the ground helplessly and the thorny whip slithered around his neck like a viper and suspended him in midair. The sharp thorns pierced into his neck and he struggled frantically. However, he was powerless. His eyes relaxed and his mouth widened like a fish that swam to shore, sticking out its tongue to feel the presence of air. But…

Bam! The thorny whip slammed the young man into the ground. He gazed, half-conscious, at the older soldier whose body had been twisted and severed before him. “Waaaaa!”

Celestina trembled in excitement and her flawless white cheeks were smeared with a faint flush as though she had drunk an intoxicating fine liquor. “Ah… What a splendid lament. The purpose of your life is to provide me this unprecedented happiness. Nothing makes me happier than this…” Celestina opened her eyes and chuckled cutely before lashing her whip once more. “Servants, attack! Death, blood, and laments shall be the star of this beautiful night!”