Chapter 849 - 826 Lone Bravery
Due to Alamir’s divine arts obstructing their vision, Lancelot focused his attention on the sky, guarding against sudden rays, missiles, meteors, or other forms of magical attacks. But the Lich’s counterattack was completely beyond his expectation—the ground suddenly began to shake violently, as if the solid city walls beneath them had turned into the deck of a small boat in a storm.
All the creatures on the wall, including Lancelot, were thrown to the ground, but this wasn’t the worst of it: the earth itself emitted painful groans under the torment of this spell, and several ten-foot-wide cracks appeared out of nowhere, breaking the wall above in the process. Several figures instantly fell into the cracks; a few lucky ones transformed into crows at the last moment and flew out, but more vanished without a trace.
Lancelot and his companions were fortunate; the section of the wall they were on remained intact, and they managed to hold onto some protrusion or indentation to fix themselves in place—the only exceptions were Lancelot and his black steed. The former had already straightened the upper half of his body, his feet suctioned to the ground like magnets, while the latter’s four hooves alternated in a peculiar rhythm, resembling a swimmer maintaining their position in water, showcasing agility far beyond the surrounding bipedal creatures.
In this state, Alamir couldn’t possibly maintain his concentration for casting, and the pillar of light from his divine arts completely dissipated, revealing the Lich casting spells not far away and the undead army beside it. The earthquake affected both sides equally; the Lich’s army couldn’t advance either, but once the magic ceased, the defensive structures relied upon by the defenders would be completely destroyed.
Urgent bells rang from the high tower behind them, accompanied by Soveris’s anxious shout:
"Everyone, retreat! Retreat!! Retreat!!! Get out of that damned place!"
Transforming amidst the violent shaking ground wasn’t an easy task, but everyone knew the battle was over, and it was time to let go. Bruto very reluctantly pulled out a black feather for transformation from his pocket, ready to activate the magic within, but Lancelot’s demeanor made him pause.
"Big brother, what are you doing?" The dwarf shouted with all his strength to avoid being drowned out by the surrounding noise, "Don’t act rashly!"
’You all go first.’ Lancelot’s voice echoed clearly in everyone’s mind, his eyes fixed on the distant figure of the Lich, ’I intend… to give it a try.’
"Try what?"
’General.’