Chapter 189: Oliver Von Grave
River’s grandfather stood at the forefront of the battle, a sword in his hand as he watched the demonized. The knights stood behind him, their hearts beating fast because the number of demonized they saw coming toward them was massive. They didn’t know if they would survive this.
"You have all lived your lives, fully, happily. You saw the blue skies and the starry nights, you danced under the moonlight and worked under the daylight.
All of you have enjoyed the peace that your fathers and brothers fought for on the front line, and some of you even fought for that peace yourselves.
Right now, this peace is threatened, your home is threatened. The skies you enjoyed will be painted red with blood if you do not make your stand here today.
You are the wall that stands between the demonized and your home, so raise your swords, ride forward, and don’t stop until the grim reaper himself pulls you down into hell. Do I make myself CLEAR?" he roared, his voice echoing for all the guards and knights to hear.
He expected their cheers to be loud, but when he heard it, he was shocked. The sheer force of their cheers made him look back, and then he saw that not only were the knights there, but also the adventurers of the town.
A smile formed on his face. He looked forward and raised his sword, riding out of the gate valiantly.
He was Oliver Von Grave, one of the greatest knights that walked the kingdom, one of the greatest battle mages to come from the Grave family. A seventh-circle battle mage, a prodigy of his time.
His gaze locked on the first demonized. It lunged at him. Oliver swung his blade was without mana or sword aura; it was purely strength.
The sword cut through the head of the demonized in one clean motion. He continued with that momentum and slashed twice, killing two more demonized.