Nightmare’s Call

Chapter 481: Eve of Battle: Part 2

Miga, Carta Blanche’s Suncrown.

Where Suncrown was located was never made known to outsiders.

Some said it was a floating skyship in the sky.

Some said it was a special institutional structure buried deep underground…

But finding Suncrown for Faldt was not all that difficult.

He took only three days to travel from Olro to Miga and go straight towards Miga’s capital, Villashe.

For him who now had half of his power, the normal Darksiders was like insignificant gnats that he could kill in abundant with a single swipe of his hand.

Within an hour, he had summoned an endless horde of the Underworld Legion and broke through Carta Blanche’s Defensive Line Libra.

Thousands upon thousands of Two-winged Darksiders perished in the ensuing battle.

The massive capital city’s defensive ring was surrounded by dark fog outside as the blood of countless bodies flowed like a river, and dyed Villashe’s river ring red.

The number of dead from the Darksiders were relatively low here, the ones that formed the bulk of the corpses here was the ordinary people who had sought shelter here.

Due to the Blacktide, and the frequent occurrence of the monsters, millions of people had converged to the capital city and its surrounding areas as they relied on the Darksider army patrolling and keeping everyone safe.

It was these ordinary people that became the greatest tragedy of Miga’s greatest city.

Two hours later…

Villashe fell.

Half of the Palatinates escaped, while another half were all killed in action.

The surviving powerful Darksiders all fled towards the other defensive cities to seek shelter.

Faldt strolled about in Villashe’s business district.

The roads were littered with ruined vehicles as the streets were pockmarked with countless of blast craters as dead bodies lined the ground.

The city had become a literal graveyard.

At a glance, everywhere he looked, he could not find a living person, all of them were dead bodies.

Flames were blazing in the distance as the soldiers of the Underworld Legion ran rampant between the buildings looking for any suspicious persons who might still offer resistance.

“What a pitiful city.” Faldt sighed. “Wouldn’t it be better to just allow me to feast on it? Why the futile struggle?”

He slowly made his way through the city.

“Mama… Mama… it hurts…”

A little girl covered in blood, whose body had been smashed by a collapsed wall, held her little hand out as she called out to her mother for help.

Her mother was lying on the ground a short distance away, seemingly asleep. There was no obvious trauma on her body aside from some dirt.

From an angle where the girl could not see, the ground where the back of her mother’s head lay on was covered in blood and brain matter.

“Hehe… such a pitiful creature…” Faldt slowly walked before the little girl.

“Are you calling for help?” he asked softly.

“Mama… Mama… where are you?” The girl could not understand him and could only cry out loud.

*Baammm!!!*

Faldt gently stepped on the little girl’s head with his foot and stomped hard.

*Crack.*

The crying stopped.

He pulled his leg away.

“The cries of tiny creatures are pitiful, but it’s always a wee bit too noisy.” He turned around and went in another direction.

Not too far away, in a dark corner, a few people hid there as they covered their mouths, not letting their anger expose their presence.

They used to think that Palatinates were a group of all-mighty and invincible beings, that there was no one in this world who could rival them.

But now…

“We cannot just stay here and wait for our deaths! Once Faldt’s ritual has started, he will locate our hiding place sooner or later. Damn it, if not for the whereabouts of the Crownlord is unknown, and had disappeared in advance, we would definitely have been able to fight back!”

Camrio clenched his fist as he looked at the dying Wasp Lord before him. Even as a Palatinate, he dared not to even rescue a little girl in need.

The much-anticipated battle between Carta Blanche and Faldt ended anticlimactically from the onset.

The Suncrown Crownlord and several powerful top-ranking Palatinates had mysteriously vanished.

Depending on the remaining few Palatinates to support the defensive line was pretty much impossible, and the defensive line collapsed in barely any time at all.

The casualties were horrendous in Villas, as millions of people died in the aftermath of the massive explosive battle.

This was probably the battle with the most casualties in history.

The entire capital had almost been reduced into a wasteland as the number of surviving humans barely numbered in the tens of thousands.

The Darksiders was the focus of the swordthralls’ hunt.

Faldt seemed to be performing some sort of ritual, which required the making of blood corpses.

His personal guards—those headless heavy black swordsmen—led many swordthralls to hunt for Darksiders.

Aside from time, some humans with special traits within them were also being searched for.

In another location.

Auldmandiller led two students from the Soul Fortress as they carefully hid in a collapsed abandoned building.

He looked through the crack on the window, and after making sure there was no imminent danger around him, only did he let out a sigh of relief.

“Alright, this place is somewhat safe.”

After following the principle, Wasp Lord to the capital, and participating in the efforts against the Blacktide, aside from going back to his workshop occasionally, Auldmandiller had been here all this while.

He had never expected that the capital of Miga, the place where the leading institution of Carta Blanche, Suncrown was it had fallen just after a few hours.

The death toll was almost a veritable mountain of corpses.

He suddenly missed his granddaughter in the faraway Henriqcal City as well as those timid and careful newly-enrolled children in his workshop. Among them was the genius that garnered most of his attention, Lin Sheng, and the latter was the one he worried about most.

In this sort of war, it did not matter if you were a genius or not. If you ran into an enemy you cannot defeat, death was the only outcome.

“Ughh… Just a bit more, just one more checkpoint we will be able to escape this place. Faldt had just taken over the city, and there are still many gaps, and we should take advantage of to escape.”

He comforted the two students.

However, his words of comfort barely had any effect. The images of the terrible disaster that had just happened were still in their eyes

Countless back meteors fell from the sky and crashed into the city as large blocks of buildings collapsed like scythed wheat.

Hordes of black monsters were rampaging through the city, as countless of swordthralls wielding long swords hunting for any living people.

“Holy light, I pray that you provide me safety, peace and the luck to see this through. Holy light, I have always worshipped you faithfully, please bless us in leaving this city safely…”

One of the students started murmuring an unknown prayer while another one looked on blankly as tears flowed from the corner of her eyes. Her father had only just been killed a few hours ago by the swordthralls in his attempt to protect her.

*Hummm…*

Suddenly, a buzzing sound rang out in the sky as if countless swarms of bees were buzzing.

The buzzing even caused the ground to tremble.

Auldmandiller hurried to the window and looked up.

He only saw columns of black smoke rising from the city and forming into black, finger-shaped smoke pillars that converged above the capital.

A series of bizarre sounds of singing rang out in the sky as numerous voices converged and formed into a magnificent chorus upon the slaughtering grounds.