Chapter 585 - v3c352
v3c352
Requiem(2)
The devils seemed to have spotted the human’s movements ahead of time as countless eagle devils took flight into the starless sky. The flagship of the Royal Aouine Fleet, HMS Victory, kicked off the battle with its cannonade and a test shot upon an eagle devil. The shell exploded in a shower of light when it hit the eagle devil. The crossbowmen on the side of the ship watched as the flurry of wings and feathers practically blocked out the intense light from the explosion. Those shells were like stones thrown into the sea.
There were endless enemies.
The wizard watched the effects of the shelling through the porthole in the door, the light from the flames of the explosion turning his face pale. He took a sheet of paper filled with tables to record the charge as well as the amount of infused magic on it. The messenger took the paper from him and spread the orders.
A moment later, the entire fleet let out a roar, and countless shells whistled towards the dense group of eagle devils. A flash of light from another explosion blossomed between these monsters, the shockwave of the explosion virtually forming a tidal wave of blood, pushing countless feathers and limbs forward. Mutilated chunks of corpses fell as though they were rain.
The dormant earth was awakened by the roar of the rainy night. The rumbling sounded as though it surged from the forests that stretch from Bunuo to the Silver Sheath Cliffs, the imaginary blood flowing through huge veins beneath the surface. Each and every soldier felt the ground beneath his feet shuddering slightly, like a living thing. The flash of the explosions overhead shone a clear light between the sky and the earth, giving a panoramic view of the pitted battlefield near Fort Bunuo. Flags were being raised one by one on the edge of the battlefield, when an army of humans appeared.
The Allied Forces of Mankind went on the offensive.
The goal of the Aouine and the Kirrultz people was to capture several villages near Fort Bunuo in order to entice the devils to put more troops into the frontal battlefield. However the fireballs of the Devil Warlocks at the top of Fort Bunuo caused great trouble for the entire battlefield, and the battle progressed slower than expected.
“What did you understand?”
In another time and space, Aouine’s future war goddess smiled faintly. At that moment it finally dawned on her that those words weren’t being said to her; it was just Brendel talking to himself.
War will always happen, and we only have the choice to accept it.
We were born in a very awful generation and we cannot choose our generation. But we can try to change it.
Maybe it won’t change anything, but at least the memory of the many people we have fought alongside to make it happen is precious enough.
Do you know the word “companion”? No matter how far you go, there are plenty of people with you. You will never be alone.
She, he, and everyone will move forward with Aouine.
Till the end of time.
The situation on the battlefield changed, and the devils finally began to notice that the human attack on the front was fierce beyond their expectations. Although losing Fort Bunuo wasn’t something too terrific, it showed that the weak opponent on the other side still had the ability to fight back.
They began to devote the army behind Jorgendy Ridge to the frontal battlefield, seeking to crush the last hopes of these wretches in one fell swoop.
And far away in the mountains near Ampere Seale, the knights looked up at the flashes in the sky – which resembled fireworks. However they had nothing to say. Everyone understood what they saw. The flashes lasted for around fifteen minutes. Babasha finally brought her companions back.
Just as Brendel had expected, those were the witches who had secluded themselves all over Aouine, whose strength was around Babasha’s level.
They all showed their respective loyalties to Brendel and even took an oath, while avoiding the attention of the others.
Time was running out and Brendel had no time to placate these new subordinates. Under his orders, everyone packed up and headed north. The knights were forced to go through the forest in dark and rainy conditions. They even waded through a couple of overflowing mountain streams. Fortunately, other than the princess, everyone in the pack had the abilities that surpass a silver-ranker, so the bad weather was but a minor issue.
They crossed a few low altitude hills and marched north for more than twenty minutes. They arrived at the location in relatively little to no time. The secret gate was located in a valley surrounded by twelve hazelnut trees, just as Brendel remembered it. But as they emerged from the woodland, they saw an empty stretch of land with neither gates nor anything that could be considered man-made.
Everyone stopped and couldn’t help but cast a puzzled look at Brendel.
Brendel didn’t speak, but internally, he knew what was going on. However, he was quite cautious and only waited as Babasha explained, “This is an illusion that only a witch can undo.”
And so it was.