The Amber Sword

Caike maneuvered through the remains of the windows, and following him were seven other men who walked past the glass riddled floor of the hall, pulling out their swords at the same time. The entire place was currently a mess: the blood from the bodies could form streams of crimson, and everywhere you look, there would be Evil Cultists. However, there were a few bodyguards who managed to keep their footings, especially Princess Gryphine and her men. Brendel was wielding his large sword as well, bashing away at enemies whenever they came too close.

Caike’s eyes locked onto that young man. He squinted his remaining eye, and his face twitched. He had long made a name for himself as a mercenary that instilled fear amongst people. His other seven comrades were the same, no matter if it was strength or background, they could potentially become anyone’s worst fears.

Caike looked back at them, and they all nodded silently. Since they were here already, there was only one path forward. That is victory. Defeat is intolerable.

The eight Gold-ranked warriors stepped forward, and everyone was stunned at their arrival. The bodyguards next to the nobles palpitated. Although it can be said that each powerhouse in Aouine would have at least twenty Gold rankers, they fought solo and rarely as a group as the region these people would have to protect were large and required a lot of manpower.

Precisely at this moment, Gryphine seemed to have realized something. She turned back to see a smiling Duke Seifer ordering his men to stand down, while Duke Arreck was expressionless as he placed his hand habitually on his sword.

The other nobles were scared shitless. Baron Balta was slightly nervous, and when he locked gazes with Princess Gryphine, he looked away. Princess Gryphine thought, Duke Viero, Duke Karsuk, Count Cordo, Count Vitokin are not here. Don’t tell me…

She gritted her teeth and lowered her head.

When she looked up, she could only see two clergymen from the Holy Cathedral. Seems like they did not send any of their powerhouses this time.

A light gate opened.

A slender pale hand grabbed at the sword blade, and the sword of the random Gold ranker began to shriek like a wailing person.

Morpheus’s eyes lit up with blinking lights. He was hyped to fight. “You can’t be rude towards My Lord,” he scolded. His usual meek side was gone, and in its place a hungry beast out for blood.

The assassin’s face paled as he looked at the scrap metal that was once his sword.

What Strength…

On the other side, Andrea did not say a word as she battled. She immediately pulled out her swords when she appeared. Blood spilled and corpses began to fall onto the ground. She clapped her hand, and like a rainbow ard, the blood droplets coagulated to form a blade on both her hands. From the pool of blood, two pairs of wings emerged, and with a roar, two blood dragons emerged from it.

They looked down with their mighty head, at the three insects before them – the three assassins.

“Dang!”

Brendel knocked away an assassin’s sword to see that sight. I do pity the enemies that are fighting Andrea. She’s a masterer in blood arts. In this place where blood could form streams, this would be her best fighting stage. I doubt I could even beat her here, and not to mention those three people. Count of it as punishment for invading this place I guess?

But he still turned around, “What are you guys doing? Do you really think I can fight seven of them myself?”

“Ah?”

Oberwei, Makarov, and Niya came to their senses. They were overwhelmed by Brendel’s ‘performance’ just now and for a second forgot that they were on a battlefield. With the addition of five Gold rankers, plus Brendel himself, the entire situation changed.

Morpheus quickly finished off his opponent. He was fighting a Strength type Swordsman, but unfortunately, his Strength stat was still lower than the Vampire. There would be no chance in ten thousand that he could have beaten Morpheus. After analyzing his opponent’s pattern, he got close and jabbed- right into his heart.

Brendel moved out of the scene. He had initially wanted to prolong the fight with Caike just now to see their background. However, he did not get that opportunity as he one-shotted the poor man with his Nine Luminaries Sword Art.

The easiest battle was won by Andrea. She did not need to fight in the first place. Her dragons that were formed from the essence of tens of people, including several Silver rankers, easily suppress the two assassins. And after casting some Black Witchcraft on them, they met their painful end.

Among the remaining three people, the Wolf Baron was the fastest at ending his battle. Oberwei was a true Swordsman. Although his opponent was weaker compared to the other assassins, his flawless swordsmanship showed just how worthy he was to be called a lone wolf. Its speed, accuracy, cruelty was on point. That explained why his opponents always met a painful, bloody end whenever he fought with a sword.

After his fight ended, Niya and Makarov’s battled marked their end as well. Brendel was surprised that Niya was a Holy Knight like him as well when he saw just how good of a Warrior she was. Heavily armored, she used ‘Colliding Halo’ to restrict her opponent. When Morpheus came to help her out, the opponent could only admit defeat.

I can see why she was chosen to be the guard of Count Yanbao. She is the strongest meat shield they have after all, Brendel thought.

Amongst them, Makarov was the weakest. While he may be skillful, he was a strategist and was not good at combat. He even came close to taking damage at a point. Brendel had sprung to his rescue, locking his enemy and preventing from attacking. It was then the assassin realized just how deep of a shithole he was in when he saw his comrades fallen to the ground. He cursed silently and attempted to retreat.

It was then Makarov yelled, “You’re not going anywhere!”

Ripples appeared in the air, and the assassin was stuck in his place. It was now that the strengths of a Wizard could be fully utilized against a warrior. Although he may be of a lower rank, once a Wizard completes his spell, the enemy was bound to face death.

A fight between a Wizard and Warrior was fundamentally different from one between two Warriors. Those battles were never of attrition and would usually end in the blink of an eye.

It was not the first time Brendel cooperated with a Wizard, and he perfectly coordinated with a leap that penetrated his enemy’s heart.

Brendel landed on his feet. When he got up, he was looking at Arreck who was not far away.

The Duke shifted in hesitation, and widened his normally squinted eyes, revealing a cold hard glare.