Summoning the Holy Sword

Fweet! A burning sensation pierced Vulture’s back the instant he heard Rhode’s whistle. Vulture lowered his head subconsciously and found a white, flawless blade glistening with gentle holy rays puncturing his chest. Then, the Undead Knight’s vision turned pitch-black.

A black sword secretly pierced the back of Vulture’s skull, through his brain and blinding one of his eyes. However, this wasn’t the end because the Spirit Bird screeched and dove from the sky, clenching tightly onto the Undead Knight’s body and shrouding him with massive, dazzling bolts of lightning. On the other side, the Centaur Knight darted from the shadows with his pike raised highly.

Suddenly, a palm wrapped around with electricity extended and struck the pike. The powerful impact exploded, scattering dust and gravel, bending the pike with its raw strength.

“Aowu!”

The Black Hound arrived by the Undead Knight’s side and bit him on the arm mercilessly. However, Vulture, who was emitting black smoke and filled with fire sparks, once again extended his arm, attempting to grab the Black Hound’s neck. But he didn’t succeed because Rhode emerged before him like a ghost and brandished his scarlet sword.

The red radiance shot towards Vulture in a perfectly straight line. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the Black Hound’s body towards Vulture. However, Vulture barely had enough time to guard against this non-threatening strike; he felt a glaring white radiance and an explosive wave sweeping towards him.

Bam! The ear-deafening explosion resounded in the entire mountains—even the gravel from the surrounding valleys began to crumble. At this moment, Rhode lost all his elegance. He frantically escaped from the scorching heat waves until he reached the side of the chariot. Rhode had exhausted his final bit of strength because ‘Legion Horns’ was one of the most energy consuming skills. This was why Rhode only used this skill now. All he could do was to wait for the next results.

A pillar of flame soared into the sky, rendering the clouds in a red halo. As though they were glowing in harmony, the marble white color of the dawn sky finally emerged on the horizon.

It was daybreak.

The Black Hound’s self-explosion let off an impact comparable to a medium-range missile, which annihilated a fatigue Master stage Undead Knight like Vulture. This went to show just how limited the spoils that remained were. After searching in the pile of ‘ashes’ in the Undead Knight, Rhode was only able to loot a couple of unimpressive items. There was a blown up ruby ring, recoverable with some patchwork, which Rhode valued as only a dinner worthy of a few gold coins. The Cyan Moonlight was much more unfortunate. Perhaps it was the first victim of the explosion which led to it being split into half, and this rare weapon instantly turned into worthless metal with a value less than the ruby ring.

The only valuable loots to Rhode were Vulture’s ‘Soul Core’ and ‘Soul Flute’. As a high-level undead creature driven by the power of the soul, the quality of Vulture’s Soul Core was impressive. On the other hand, the Soul Flute was a magical equipment used to order about the Bone Griffins. Rhode could use this equipment to summon a Bone Griffin as his personal escort. However, even though this was asking for death under the sky of the Country of Light, Rhode could still command the Bone Griffin to investigate the surroundings in the border area of the Land of Atonement with the dark night as cover.

Of course, with the precondition that no one discovers it.

That was all for Rhode’s spoils of war.

Rhode wasn’t entirely furious or dissatisfied with this result. After all, that battle involved his life, which was unlike the game, where he could revive instantly. He felt fortunate enough to survive this ordeal. As for the equipment, he could count himself lucky if there were good ones, but so be it if there weren’t any. At least he got to keep his life.

Harboring this thought, Rhode packed his loots and approached the chariot. It was seemingly impossible for them to hasten on with their journey because the unfortunate senior chariot driver was long dead and the few horses were murdered by the undead creatures at the start. Furthermore, in order to resist the explosion, Gillian forcefully used the chariot to defend against it, which left huge damage. Now, they only had two choices. They could choose to continue their journey while carrying all their luggage from the chariot. However, this wouldn’t be an easy task because even with the chariot, they would need at least half a day’s time to reach the Eagle City. If they were to walk, they would need at least two to three days.

The second choice was to ‘hitch a ride’. After all, this was a commercial route and there would be merchant chariots passing through from time to time. It wouldn’t be too difficult to hitch a ride with thorough explanations. However, Rhode didn’t wish to start any incident again as he had had enough.

In the end, Rhode decided to go on foot to the nearest village to see if they offered any chariots or horses for rental—at least he could avoid relying on his legs to reach the Eagle City. Rhode knew that the local garrisons would be notified of this incident; however, he didn’t have the intention to reason out with them because everything would be resolved after arriving in the Eagle City.

But, before that…

“Miss Deland.”

Rhode approached Natasha and Grendy with a stern expression. At this moment, the young lady was pale-faced as she hadn’t fully calmed down from the earlier battle. In response, Natasha nodded instinctively; however, Rhode’s next words to the young lady changed her expression greatly.

“I didn’t want to meddle in your business. But now, since I’ve been dragged into this, I think I have the right to know what exactly am I protecting.”

Natasha’s stomach turned to ice. The young lady took two steps back in uncertainty and found herself against the chariot door. At this moment, Gillian and Anne arrived timely.

“That’s right, that’s right. Anne doesn’t even know what was Anne fighting for.”

“I agree, Master. No matter what, we have sacrificed our chariot, the poor chariot driver, and our precious time. I think we need to affirm if the thing that we’re protecting was worth this much energy and time of ours.”

Grendy and Natasha sulked and didn’t know how to respond. However, what Rhode said was reasonable. There must be an explanation for them to put up a fight against undead creatures. Even if the contradiction between the living and the dead was irreconcilable, Rhode wasn’t a brainwashed citizen of the Country of Light who would kill any undead creatures whenever he spotted one. After fighting for the whole night and even putting himself on the line, Rhode was definitely curious what triggered Vulture to lead his elite unit in person.

Natasha exchanged glances with Grendy and the latter nodded helplessly. After gaining her companion’s agreement, Natasha let out a sigh and she handed over the wooden box that she held tightly in her arms.

Rhode took over the wooden box curiously and opened it.

Then, his expression suddenly changed.