Chapter 398 Arch-Satan

Peace!

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/CLANG!/

/SWING!/

/SPLATTER!/

Screams and swords, shields and arrows… A mixture is as outdated as humanity itself.

Rights, wrongs, and beliefs… When all meet, battle is born.

Battle in its purest type. A spot the place two met, however three fall…

Battle is all about curiosity, and infrequently did it not have an effect on these unaffiliated with it.

It is all-encompassing, with the one factor that issues is the aspect you select… Nevertheless, on the finish of the day, People undergo the identical manner.

Wherever the winds of destruction cross, individuals fall like weeds.

Lives are misplaced, family members perish, their dignity violated, and their futures are robbed of them.

/CLANG!/

Dale’s second reminiscence, the Reminiscence of an Historical Warrior was all about this…

The story of a person being thrown into Battle, of somebody who fought for the sake of his household, mates, beliefs, and extra, solely to fall amidst the phrases of historical past as a anonymous no one.

The nice curse of time to man is to turn into a statistic, their achievements meaningless, their efforts decreased to speckles of duts. Their highs and lows, unknown to any… To vanish without end and ever.

That’s true demise…

However what flawed was there, as that was life for mankind, the beings who view their lives as better than anyone’s.

To make somebody care, you have to present them you might be value remembering, in order that your title could also be sung for generations.

Time and time once more till the tip of time.

/SLASH!/

On the fringe of a mountain, dealing with a large fort constructed on the mountain foot, two armies clashed for beliefs lengthy misplaced, their names and causes forgotten and solely remembered by the Gods above…

Now, there could be one other man to recollect them by.

/SLASH!/

“Huff…”

‘It is as laborious as I keep in mind.’

Dale was at the moment inside one of many frontline flanks, holding a spear in hand and barely armored as he reduce his manner via a horde of ‘barbarians’.

He did not know a lot about this place, however he managed to assemble some data based mostly on his previous experiences with this place.

This was a Battle of attrition between the Fortress behind them and the Invading Barbarians earlier than them.

Behind the fortress was a path that led on to the plains the place lots of the soldier’s households stood, they may not allow them to cross, even when it price them their lives.

Sadly, Dale already knew that successful was unimaginable, the fortress would fall to the countless wave of Barbarians.

There could be three waves throughout three days… On the third day, after combating with every part he had, Dale fell contained in the Fortress, killed by a bunch of three Barbarian Champions.

He nonetheless remembered that have, it was the primary time he skilled demise itself… It modified him somewhat and made him perceive true despair.

After combating for 3 days straight, he misplaced his sense of self, that was why he felt worry and anger at his defeat… Solely to be relaxed upon waking up in his mattress, as if every part earlier than was only a dangerous dream…

In fact, it could as effectively be, however the lesson to study remained. To cherish life as demise is one thing all worry, some greater than others…

/PIERCE!/

He swung his spear with nice precision, killing one other Barbarian with a strike instantly at their throat, it was his eighth kill on this forsaken land.

8 strikes and eight kills, he hadn’t missed a single assault but, however neither was he in search of opponents to combat.

He was exact and environment friendly, to dwell, he needed to preserve his power.

Even when he killed 80, 800, 8000, turning into a real relentless killing machine… That also would not win the Battle.

This was however the first wave, composed of slaves and senseless individuals the Barbarian had tortured to a breaking level, as soon as it ended, the second wave, composed of Mercenaries and different Armed troops would come to assert some territories across the space and put together for his or her last push.

Lastly, the third wave would hit, their complete military, their champions, and the remnants of the opposite waves would march onwards and conquer the fortress from the drained and damaged troopers.

Following that will be the cries of defeat as the boys had been slaughtered and the ladies had been captured, battle at its best, nothing new right here…

To win this Battle, Dale needed to do far more than simply deal with his quota, he needed to deal with others too.

However how?…

/PIERCE!/

“Huff… This is not going to work.” Dale mentioned amidst gasps as he slashed the throat of one other barbarian

“Roger that… Hm?”

As she walked previous the Commander, she noticed Testros have a look at her together with his “harmless gaze”.

To her, he was nothing however a teen, a toddler combating to show himself and survive.

To her, how may that not be cute?

/Pat/

With a small smile, she patted his head earlier than taking to the skies like a comet as she charged at one other highly effective Demon.

“…”

Testros did not know what to say or do now… For as soon as, he wished to return to his submit, however one other a part of him refused to go away…

/Sheen…/

Ultimately, he took his blade, standing subsequent to the Commander as he gazed on the military quick approaching.

“…”

The Commander noticed his actions however didn’t cease him, as an alternative, he raised his left hand as a Satan swooped from the skies, attempting to claw at him.

/GRAB!/

He grabbed the Satan, ripping it aside together with his fingers!

/SLASH!/

In the meantime, Testros slashed twice together with his sword, chopping the heads of two fast-approaching Devils cleanly.

“… You could have a great type recruit, text-book type.” The Commander praised together with his ordinary darkish and heavy expression as he gave Testros a aspect look

“!… Thanks sir!”

What an odd feeling it was… Even when it was an phantasm… To be praised for his efforts like this…

It was virtually type of… Releasing.

He had by no means felt so mild.

/ROAAARRR!/

“”!!””

At that second, from the depths of the Monster military, a roar echoed all through the complete Southern Wall.

/Tremble…/

“… It is coming.” The Commander mentioned out loud as he tightened his grip over his blade

He rapidly circled, screaming a sequence of orders to be relayed and executed as quick as potential, however Testros paid it no consideration.

/Baddum…/

As an alternative, his coronary heart beat furiously… Concern.

He was frightened, deeply frightened…

As a result of the creature that was approaching was the very being he feared essentially the most on the planet, the creature that ripped aside dozens of his companions, the being that made him tremble at night time as he fled from the Wall…

/TREMBLE…/

On the horizon, a big beast made from shadows slowly approached the Wall.

The rationale the Commander obtained injured… The rationale why every part went down the drain…

Though they had been overwhelmed, so long as they got sufficient time, they’d’ve been capable of persevere and regroup… Even when at heavy losses…

Given the interval of “peace” they’d within the final 100 years, the Southern Corps might have been given a while to chill out and develop once more to its former glory…

However such desires had been as steady as a candle within the wind…As when it appeared, they started to fall like flies…

/TREMBLE!/

This creature was…

“Arch-Satan…” Testros mentioned in a low tone, his voice trembling

A monster even a Demon fears… When it comes to energy, a monster that will thwart a Nice Satan with out a lot effort…

An abomination of nature, no, the epitome of its corruption.

The Nice Ent, an Historical monster from past their world.

That was what occurred when a Nice Tree misplaced its caretaker. When these of impure ideas and targets got free reign over it…

The mark of a useless Empire.

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