Chapter 83:The Rotten Memory
Kael laughed wildly as he slashed through the undead, his sword moved like blur leaving silver light. Blood and rotting flesh splattered across the battlefield, but the numbers kept growing. His knights were getting overwhelmed, their formation breaking as more undead poured in.
A knight screamed as a clawed hand ripped into his shoulder. Another fell, his leg snapped at an unnatural angle. Blood stained the ground, and for a moment, Kael clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Knights, don’t fight alone!" he roared. "Form teams of three! Rotate in three directions, cover each other’s backs! Stop fighting like idiots and letting these damn corpses sneak up on you!"
The knights froze for a second, then glanced at their captain.
"What are you looking at, shitheads?! Follow the Lord’s orders!" Chandler bellowed.
Gare, Baret, and Chris immediately grouped together. Gare swung his greatsword in a wide arc, cleaving two undead in half. Baret used a swift, dual-blade technique, parrying strikes while Chris jabbed with his sword piercing skulls with deadly precision. They covered each other’s blind spots, moving like a well-oiled machine.
Kael watched, satisfied. "Tch. Not even C-rank. Saves me the trouble."
He stepped forward, raising his sword. "Open a path for me, soldiers! Let me have some fun!"
"YES, MY LORD!"
The knights roared, smashing their shields against the undead, forcing them back. The path opened, and Kael charged in like a mad beast.
Marconi’s eyes widened. "You bastard!" he snarled. "Why are you ruining everything?!" He raised his staff, summoning a wave of dark curses, launching them at Kael.