NOVEL WEB Chapter 427: Trance
Near the westernmost gate, at the exact same time the bull's approach was noticed at the easternmost gate, a magnificent, bright silver knight, their allure enchanting as well as mesmerising approached accompanied by a few robed figures and other knights bearing silver, their leader simply standing a head or so taller than the rest, wielding straight swords in both hands.
The subordinates were wrapped in clothes depicting a single circular object each, whilst the silver knight's showed four, walking elegantly, this radiance of silver made the archers hesitate for a moment, feeling as though it would be soiling this noble warrior's honour to dare shoot at them with such derisory arrows.
But they snapped out of it eventually, firing their shots to no effect, one of the robed undeads held out their putrefied hands above their heads, as if in reverence of the sky, manifesting a bright orb of pale silver, appearing like a melting eye, it stared right at the oncoming projectiles, causing them to freeze in the air, tremble, shake from the right to left, no, shaking them the left, turning them right around and throwing the projectiles right back with double the initial force, riddling some dead, and injuring many other.
Having readily convinced the livings to not try shooting at them again, the silver knight motioned toward the gates, stampeding into view, a bull showed itself, rather than pale and without flesh upon the skull, this was a jiggling mass of decaying fat, oozing a toxic yellow pus from all over, eyes gazing into the distance like those of a beheaded fish.
Horns protruding forward before bending upward, not smouldering with any flame, another of the many beasts of Loimos, a particular caste filled with many sorts of creatures, not intelligent like other undeads due to their feral minds, they still took great pride in bearing the name of their general, even if both bulls were the equivalent of rookies, their species and great size allowed for them to see some action either way.
Rushing forward without anyone shooting or trying to stop its charge, like its fellow, the impact forcefully cracked the gate open, making its flesh imitate a wave, called back by the silver knight immediately after, the beast moved to the back of the group.
Deflecting a few arrows shot by braver fellows, the undead lieutenant walked in with graceful strides, poised as if ready to strike at any second, the warriors guarding this area were even less in number than to the east, only three knights were present with a handful of soldiers, unlike Erestel and Frenand however, this undead titled champion of the vanguard by Loimos was more receptive to their mannerism and apparent state of mind, being awfully determined, yet resigned, as if all had been awaiting something.
"Proud knights, valiant soldiers, why is it- How is it that you all seem to have been expecting us to come, yet, seem to have only prepared for the consequences of your defeat rather than prepare accordingly?" as one might have expected from the magnificently long and slender legs, the refined posture and the general disposition, as well as armour design of the silver knight, it was a woman's voice that echoed from within that helm, but as melodious as the corpse hidden underneath this precious metal sounded, it did not remove any of the vile pressure her simple question inspired in the livings.
"We are not obligated to answer your questions, undead!" a knight, the only one here that did not seem to be anywhere close to losing his nerves, shut down her interrogation attempts, poising himself into a fighting stance, like a domino effect, his fearlessness propagated to the rest, where a mob of well-trained, but doomed soldiers had stood a second ago, now, the pride of the Southern Shores radiated from each and every one of them.
'As Sir Loimos said, although not crafted from unique and unknown roots, the south's own way to power has nothing to envy the other regions…' as a knightess, she knew how to appreciate orderly ranks, but right now, there was no time to exchange kind words, instead, the lieutenant simply moved one hand, as though trying to hit something invisible with the hilt of her blade, but much too slowly for such a brutal strike.
In the wake of this gesture, an ethereal tapestry, a luminous mosaic of a constellation followed, causing all livings to suddenly relax their minds and bodies, some soldiers left with their lower jaw hanging, only the outspoken knight seemed to realise that something was going on, but his attention was also stolen. Enjoy new adventures from My Virtual Library Empire
"Very well, soldiers of Belliste's south, knights of Belliste's south, I am Sari, The Moon-Lit Knight, or knightess… A lieutenant of Sir Loimos's glorious, most holy vanguard… Would you kindly answer my earlier question, please?" sheathing both blades, the braver knight was the one who responded, even if in a daze, they retained some of their senses and wits, so the one in charge also took the lead.
"Our king, his majesty Alisart Cleavster… Was wary of other gates being breached to the lesser defences there, as such, even if… Normally against his principles… he called for the majority of his troops to the main gate… Only leaving a few soldiers, and a single knight to stay guard, all in prevision as we were to move on to the second plan was our strength insufficient" his speech was a bit hesitant at times, indicating that he was holding out against the constellation's entrancing ability.
"Only one knight you say?" pressed the undead.
"Yes… The other two with me are but disguised soldiers, we did not want the enemy to notice something was off…" Sari questioned him how it was that they appeared as strong as knights then, her senses should have picked up something like.
"All thanks to the easterners… The feasters, they provided 'meals' that when consumed, could fool one's senses… Prepared with much life force… They said, to fool even the undead"
Sari wanted to rub the bridge of her nose, she tried to get him to speak of the so-called second plan, but either he did not know the details, or his will was too strong to reveal such sensitive information.
'The livings are well prepared… Better prepared than Sir Ourlst might have expected, I have the feeling that his hopes for a swift conquest will be crushed and minced' the knightess shook her head, such was the unpredictable nature of conflict, they could not know everything, the enemy was going to be ahead in some aspects.
"Send them all to the mind peelers"