Novel Full Chapter 971: The Clash at the Northern gate
Chapter 971: The Clash at the Northern gate
Van Dyke hung up. His conversation with Erik was brief, but there was a worried expression on his face.
There was another person he had to contact right now. He picked up his communication device and chose the channel leading him to June, while his fingers drummed a nervous rhythm on the table in front of him.
The line clicked, followed by a brief silence, and then a familiar voice filled his ear. “June? How is the situation?” Van Dyke’s tone was curt.
“Tom… The situation is… intense, to say the least.” June’s voice crackled through the static, the sound of clashing steel and pained grunts echoing in the background.
“I can hear that, but I would like for you to clarify a little.”
June sighed. In truth, there was a lot to say, so he needed to tell only the most important parts of it.
“Well… As we assumed, the blackguards and Volkov increased the number of soldiers at the northern gate. Middleton was really the spy. However, we still underestimated the scale of the number of troops. They really are hell bent on capturing the master.”
“How bad is it?” Van Dyke asked.
“I think there are at least 10 thousand blackguards at this gate alone, and we are lucky the blackguards think they can get the master with only this number of people.”
To those words, Van Dyke didn’t really know how to reply but, at the same time, his heart sank.
He, Fischer, and Erik expected this kind of situation, but the number of blackguards was, in truth, astronomical.
“Can you hold the line?” he asked.
“For now,” June said. “But we’re losing ground. The Chimaeric Demons will have to act soon if we’re to maintain the diversion.”
“Understood,” Van Dyke said. “Do what you must, June. But remember, our priority is to buy Erik time to rescue Richard. If he is as confident as he says, then Volkov will die soon.”
“Don’t worry about him. If he says he will be able to kill him, then he will.”
The sounds of battle behind June intensified.
The line went dead, leaving Van Dyke alone with his thoughts. He stared out the window, his eyes staring in the northern gate’s direction.
The sounds of fighting grew louder. He could hear it all the way from the Red Palace.
He turned back to the table, his gaze falling on the map spread out before him.
Red and blue markers showed the positions of the rebel and blackguard forces.
Van Dyke sighed. A sense of apprehension washed over him, because the reports he was receiving weren’t good.
While June thought 10000 enemy were few, of course, he and the others thought the opposite. It was just that the faith Erik’s clone had on his master was a lot, and that made him underestimate the severity of the situation.
What they could do now was only send the Chimaeric Demons. They would make an enormous difference on the battlefield, but how much Van Dyke didn’t know.
What if their numbers were not enough to counter these overwhelming numbers?
However, the rebels would not be useless. The weapons Erik’s people were constantly bringing made the rebels much stronger than they should have been.
They were going to make the melee soldiers safer, and their lethality was much higher than before.
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June reached for his communicator with blood-soaked hands, frantically dialing the clone elite forces.
“It’s your turn,” he said. “The Blackguard numbers are over ten thousand, while we have less than five thousand rebels; there are a thousand of you clones in total. Can you do something?” A grave voice responded. “How many Blackguards do we need to kill each to win?” “If each of you takes out at least ten Blackguards, we’ll have a chance,” June said.
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“What about Volkov’s troops? They will be a problem,” the Chimaeric Demon said. “Focus on the Blackguards. The rebels will handle Volkov’s soldiers.” “Understood. Then we might be able to make a show for you. Reinforcements are on their way.”
June let out a sigh of relief. “I want a theatrical entrance. Strike terror in their hearts.”
“We will.” June clicked off the communicator and dove back into the fray.
Within minutes, hundreds of Chimaeric Demons began pouring out the forest.
“It’s the white demons!”
“The white demons!”
June watched as Erik’s army of Chimaeric Demons emerged from the forest and descended upon the Blackguard forces.
The clones were fast-much faster than any other single soldier on the battlefield. They moved with a speed that could be considered supernatural, even for the blackguards.
Blood and limbs flew as the clones cut their way into the enemy ranks.
They were using nothing more than a flyssa to kill. Their brain crystals, though, were thrumming with energy, pumping the Xeridon Anteris brain crystal powers, gaining strength
and speed.
The Blackguards were caught off guard, unprepared for the attack from these veritable
monsters.
<Not as theatrical as I wanted, but hey, at least it is something.>
But they quickly regained their footing and began mounting a defense against the savage
onslaught.
“Kill these fuckers!”
“Make them pay for having dared to attack us!”
Many kinds of brain crystal powers were used. All the soldiers on that battlefield were using brain-crystal rifles or ranged powers.
That was what made the Chimaeric Demons so weird in that situation, because they were
fighting melee.
No one had been able to even land a single scratch on them, but contrary to that, the clones were killing dozens and dozens of soldiers each second.
“HELP ME! HELP M-!”
The woman’s head fell, separated from her body, after a blade drew blood.
The clones moved as one unified entity, picking targets efficiently and covering each other’s
advances.
Their masks and movements instilled fear in even the most hardened blackguards.
No one could tell that, though, because the blackguards were wearing masks too.
But it was impossible not to think that, based on their reaction. Even the rebels, their own allies, were scared by these weird white-dressed guys.
Panic spread through Volkov’s forces as they realized there was nothing they could do to kill
these things.
Erik’s army of clones continued their merciless assault, ripping through lines of Blackguards and shredding fortified positions.
Limbs and heads flew, and blood soaked the ground. Cannons were destroyed, and vehicles
were cleaved in two.
The air was filled with screams, explosions, and the sickening sound of snapping bones.
More and more clones poured from the forest until they did no more. All 1000 clones were
there, bringing terror.
June smiled as his brothers carried out their master’s wish. But they were not ruthless enough. They weren’t scary enough; there weren’t enough bodies on the ground.