Chapter 1447 - 777: Ascension Secret Codex

Chapter 1447: Chapter 777: Ascension Secret Codex

"The Eagle Flock is gone, and so is the Earl. You don’t need to worry and hide your identity anymore; this is our territory now."

The two walked down the mountain, the wailing in the woods seeming as if it had never occurred.

Laura did not wear that hood, her stern face relaxing slightly upon hearing the Lord’s words.

She had originally defected from the Eagle Flock to join Hamlet just to save her life, and at that time, could never have imagined that today the Earl would be dead, Bastia would fall, and the Eagle Flock would be obliterated.

Similarly, all these events happened within a mere month, and the Knight that the Earl took pride in, who could suppress the Mountain Barbarian Tribe, was dealt with even before a battle took place.

The Eagle Flock, infamous in Bastia and even the mountains, feared by all, was wiped out so effortlessly.

The leader who cruelly imposed pain, humiliation, and fear upon her was as fragile as a chick before the Lord.

If she hadn’t chosen to flee back then, she might have been among the dead here today or would have died in the city long before now.

Hearing the Lord’s words, Laura came to her senses, remembering those words from the past...her nightmares were finally over.

"Thank you..."

Laura had never said thank you in her life, making this utterance slightly awkward and almost inaudible like a murmur.

"What?" Lance, walking ahead, seemed not to have heard, turning back to look, while Laura, not adept at expressing herself, no longer concealed her emotions and fervently stated.

"For the Lord we fight! The Lord’s will is my direction!"

Lance only chuckled upon hearing her words.

"I hope you can live for yourselves because those who don’t love themselves won’t understand how to love others."

Having said that, Lance did not further tease her, urging her down the mountain.

After reuniting with the others at the camp, the team was ready, and Reynard selected thirty soldiers from the entire army, along with several heroes.

An iron will, capable of resisting the erosion of Supernatural Power, is the primary criterion for selecting trusted aides.

This is humanity’s most crucial means of combating the Extraordinary; without willpower, even the strongest force amounts to nothing but a pile of flesh.

The soldiers here were well-tested and had proved their loyalty to the Lord, fearing no task, whether it meant entering hell, let alone a city occupied by an evil cult.

However, something was off among the people here.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Lawrence eventually agreed to his daughter’s participation in the battle, but he would also go, whether to protect his daughter, fulfill his duty, or do one last thing for Bastia, ending the suffering here.

What more could Lance say? Let Margaret be her father’s headache.

"I have no objections." Lance said, glancing at Bruce with a somewhat amused expression, "What about you?"

"I can promise to soothe the troops, but I want to enter the city and complete my final mission."

Bruce seemed to understand that everything was over, his emotions settling, yet his demeanor hinted at a determination to end it all.

To die on the battlefield would be the best ending for him.

Interesting~

Lance gestured, "Bring his equipment to him. You need to be alive to avenge your family; surely you don’t want them to lay unburied, do you?"

Bruce’s expression changed, but he didn’t refuse.

Before long, a relatively small team appeared at the city gates, which had somehow been destroyed, the extensive charred marks mingling with various debris.

Instead, a barricade made of wooden chevaux de frise and stacks of antlers formed a defense line, and moving further in, one could see blood coagulated on the ground into a dark brown, the thick stench lingering, and only bones scattered—no rotting flesh in sight.

It’s unclear how fierce the battle here had been.

"We pushed them back several times here; they ate all the flesh..."

Bruce donned full armor, bearing traces of Holy Light Bless, enhancing his already towering figure.

In his hands was a two-handed greatsword, whose engraved runes seemed to exude a unique power, although less exaggerated than Baldwin’s broken sword, yet not something an ordinary person could wield.

Evidently, the Earl had prepared good items for his son; if he had this equipment back then, rather than relying on a plundered ordinary longsword, he wouldn’t have nearly lost his life.

The stubborn bloodstains on the armor and greatsword indicated genuine combat experience.

But standing here again, Bruce explained with complex emotions, never able to forget that moment.

Those corrupted beings would consume their companions’ flesh during combat to recover, even grow stronger.

Moreover, when he fought inside, he found these beings even fought and divided among themselves, despite the existence of granaries in the city where food was abundant.

"This is nothing; the enemies we dealt with were far worse."

Dismas fiddled with his prized revolver, appearing nonchalant.

Yet he spoke the truth; they were born to fight cultists and were too familiar with combating these foes.

"Let’s move; don’t waste any more time."