Chapter 93 : The Watcher of Dawn, Lynn Who Remained Alone on the City Wall
Chapter 93: The Watcher of Dawn, Lynn Who Remained Alone on the City Wall
The battle had lasted from deep night until dawn.
On the streets of Lemon Port.
Flames shot into the sky, and the sounds of slaughter never ceased.
Corpses piled up like mountains.
There were human ones, but even more belonged to the insects.
Only when the sun fully rose did the tide of insects finally begin to weaken.
Most of the hatched black beetles had been annihilated.
Yet quite a few of the cunning ones, sensing the danger, slipped into the city’s intricate sewer system and completely hid themselves.
To wipe them all out would take a great deal of time.
But what Lemon Port lacked the most—was time!
Otherwise, according to the original plan, gathering all the infected at dawn for a collective purification should have yielded a slightly better outcome.
However, Lynn could not be entirely certain.
Would doing so have been detected by the manipulator behind the scenes—
—and provoked another violent forced hatching?
If that happened, the situation might have been even worse than it was now...
At this very moment—
The dazzling sunlight shone upon Lynn,
casting a radiant brilliance around him.
The entire city gazed upon him.
Everyone knew that a mysterious strongman of the Holy Light had done everything in his power to protect Lemon Port and its people.
If not for him, the consequences would have been unimaginable, and the casualties far more tragic!
He had saved countless families!
He was a hero—
a true and genuine hero!
Regrettably, no one even knew the hero’s name.
They did not know what name to call out to express their gratitude.
Eventually, someone suggested a title.
“How about we call that lord ‘The Watcher of Dawn’?”
“Eh, that sounds great!”
“Just look at him right now—it really fits!”
“Yes! Let’s go with that!!”
They all looked up and cheered in unison: “Watcher of Dawn! Watcher of Dawn!!”
But Lynn merely cast them a faint glance.
Then descended from the sky and landed atop the towering, bloodstained city wall.
Truth be told—
after being worshipped by so many people, Lynn had built up a threshold.
From the initial discomfort and flattered surprise,
to his current calm acceptance and composure.
His emotions no longer fluctuated much—it was hard to say if that was good or bad.
Before long—
Erica, alone, hurriedly climbed up the wall.
The usually graceful and composed leader,
now had her magic robe stained with blood, and her delicate face was covered in dust and exhaustion.
Only her eyes still retained their familiar sharpness.
“Lord Dunn, are you all right?”
Erica asked softly.
There was no doubt—
the one who had given the most in this war
was the man before her, a stranger who, just a day ago, had no connection whatsoever to Lemon Port.
It was unimaginable that today,
the one who contributed the most to avert the city’s annihilation crisis—
was not her, the lord of this land—
but him~!
Erica felt a deep surge of emotion, her heart tangled with conflicting feelings.
There was gratitude, admiration—
and also a trace of confusion.
In her world of constant noble intrigue and scheming,
she could hardly imagine anyone capable of giving selflessly—of sacrificing—
even to the point of offering his life just to buy time for others!
Yet this man before her—
she could see clearly—
he truly thought only of saving people, without any hidden motive…
‘How pure…’
‘If gods truly exist in this world,’
‘then only such a sincere heart would earn Their recognition and become one favored by the divine.’
Erica thought silently.
At the same time, she didn’t wish for all the burdens to rest upon his shoulders.
Even if his strength rivaled that of a Fourth-tier being, he was still only human…
“How about… you rest for a while first?”
Erica came to stand beside Lynn.
Tilting her head up, she looked at his profile for a long moment before speaking again.
But Lynn simply shook his head, saying nothing.
He raised his hand and pointed toward the distant horizon.
The sky was bright and dazzling—
yet in that direction, a layer of ominous dark-green clouds loomed!
And a stench so foul drifted on the wind that it made one’s stomach churn!
Erica followed his gaze.
“The army of the Undead… they’re already here!?”
Her face turned so grave it could drip water.
They truly weren’t being given a moment to breathe!
If they had followed the original plan and only started dealing with the Parasitic Plague now,
they would surely be facing both internal chaos and external assault—the situation would have been far worse!
Fortunately, the internal threat had been resolved.
After a night of battle, everyone had united as one, standing together against the enemy.
For now, no one harbored dissent, giving them at least a sliver of hope to resist.
Yet Lynn did not share that optimism. He spoke bluntly: “Have everyone move faster. Those who can board the ships—get them aboard immediately!”
“As for those who cannot, have them hide in the castle’s core area and pray for a chance to survive…”
Erica was momentarily stunned.
She hadn’t expected Lynn to declare such a conclusion so decisively.
Somewhat unwilling, she pressed further: “Lord Dunn, can you sense their exact strength? Must we really just run for our lives?”
If there was even a glimmer of hope,
Erica didn’t want to abandon the territory she had built up over so many years,
only to seek shelter under someone else’s roof.
And besides, the nearest human port from Lemon Port was more than a week’s voyage away.
The sea’s weather was treacherous and unpredictable—so many ships—
no one could guarantee how many would actually reach their destination alive...
Lynn’s voice grew heavy. “Unfortunately, the enemy’s scale far exceeds what either of us imagined.”
“There are no fewer than twenty presences above Fourth-tier!”
His tone carried an unprecedented weight. “And the being they surround… should be the Lord of Decay.”
“A Fifth-tier… perhaps even a peak Fifth-tier!!”
“So this siege—even if we give everything—we can hardly win…”
“Lady Erica, I advise you to face reality and retreat while you can.”
His words were rational and calm.
Only Erica’s hands and feet turned icy cold, her heart sinking into despair.
More than twenty Fourth-tier undead commanders—
and even a peak Fifth-tier undead lord personally descending?
What was this?
This wasn’t a war—
it was a massacre!
All the forces of Lemon Port combined—
probably couldn’t even withstand a single wave of their assault!
Her chest rose and fell violently.
She forced herself to calm down again and again.
Finally, she took a deep breath of the blood-tainted air and nodded heavily.
“All right, I understand.”
“I’ll go arrange the evacuation and move supplies.”
“In short—whoever can leave, leaves.”
With that—
Erica cast Lynn one last, deep look.
Then turned and strode away swiftly.
Her slender back looked a little unsteady in the morning light.
Watching her go,
Lynn stood alone atop the city wall, motionless.
His heart would not waver in the slightest.
Even with his Holy Radiance nearly depleted, surrounded by powerful foes—
he would fight until the very last moment!
“After all, behind me lies the life of an entire town…”
Lynn never thought of himself as a great man, nor as someone selfless.
He simply wished to persist in doing what was right—until the end.
The young man’s lips curved faintly upward.
He murmured softly to himself—
“Since I’m here, I might as well collect more gifts before heading back.”