Chapter 152 – Breaking Dawn (5)
The Year of Bustling Sumr Leaves and Flowers. This year marked the first Black Rose War.
The regions near Karsuk were invaded and defeated by Madara, while Vieiro went into imdiate alert. When the side flanks of the White-mane army were crushed, the Grinoires region went into a state of shock and withdrew themselves into their cities.
The Black Lord Incirsta marched his undead armies straight into Aouine’s territory, and Randner was in grave danger.
The news of Aouine’s defeat was not unexpected, but citizens of Bucce and the regions citizens could not help but ask:
‘Where is Aouine’s Army?’
‘Where is the sight of our victory?’
‘Where are our glory and honor?’
The reply ca in the form of a paper stating that Bucce’s region no longer belonged to the Aouine kingdom and there would be no aid provided.
Silence ca after that.
But a voice erged from this silence, as though it was just there to answer the cries for help.
Within Fortress Riedon.
A fla that lit up the darkness.
The huge number of refugees broke through des and Ladios’s siege under his command, and slew Incirsta’s right hand, ‘The Pale Knight, Ebdon’, all in a single night. It was sothing out of a legendary tale when they appeared before Bruglas’s city gates.
The na that led them was The Bronze Dragon, Leto.
The citizens’ questions in Bruglas rose to a clamor, demanding to know who he was. Rumors spread throughout the southern region, and traveled far to the north, entering the nobles’ ears in the capital, and his identity was the discussions of the citizens.
He was supposedly the man who brought a miracle.
But the undead general Kabias known as the Reaper of Death and led the attack on Fortress Riedon spoke of a different truth. It was soone else who stood behind Leto and led the refugees. His gravelly voice was dyed with admiration and expectation. The flas in his eye sockets flickered wildly, as though they were looking at the youth in front of it with respect.
There was no need to lie to the n and won here, and thus everyone’s eyes were on the silent youth.
They wondered why he stood behind the scenes. If Kabias did not speak of his deeds, would his na not be known forever?
They did not understand why he rejected honor and glory. They did not understand how he had the courage to lead the refugees out of that situation when it was far easier to flee on his own.
And the reaction he had was a re smile on his face, neither rejection or disdain at the truth that was revealed.
So of them swallowed, a few gripped their weapons tightly, and the others inhaled deeply.
Neither fa or repute mattered to him. This mysterious air started to clad around him.
The only thought they had in their mind was, ‘Who is this youth?’
The silence in the battlefield continued, with the exception of dissa fighting off the Crusader Executioner.
=========== Brendel’s POV ============
[What the f—. You an to say I’m being targeted by the upper echelons of the entire fucking Madara army!?]
Brendel was screaming loudly in his mind. He did not know what the others around him were thinking at that mont, but when Kabias revealed the truth, he was unable to find a proper response and had to resort to a comrcial smile in order to hide his confusion.
“Cornelius, what are you waiting for?” He roared after a pause.
The rcenaries stiffened before they regained their senses.
dissa was charging across the enemy’s left flank and the Unicorn Knight leapt into the air like an arrow straight into the Crusader Executioner’s chest. Panic and confusion rose again amongst the city’s soldiers as the gigantic skeleton fell over in their midst, forcing them to withdraw even further.
Kabias knew that Graudin’s army was no match for the rcenaries. The forr worked for money, while the latter was out for revenge and blood. The degree of conviction was too different, and it was not hard to predict the conclusion of the battle.
The outer city was lost and they needed ti to retreat into the inner gates. This was the reason why it was here; to defend the inner city gates.
The undead within the city was limited and it had to focus their numbers on the most important area.
But Brendel also knew this point. He understood both Aouine and Madara’s tactics and was prepared to face both of them here. He would not allow Graudin’s private army to fall back to the inner city to set up their defensive lines.
Although he was perturbed by Kabias’s words, he knew about its plans like an open book.
The two of them faced each other without moving.
He was able to wait for Kabias to make its first move because dissa was able to lead the rcenaries forward without any problems. He gazed smugly at his enemy with his folded arms, waiting for the mont where it could no longer hold itself back.
The Soul Flas within Kabias’s eyes flickered again.
The battles within the city ought to be complicated, but Brendel had targeted critical positions and broke through strong defensive lines one after another with unbelievable speed, as though he was looking down at the city like a chessboard.
This made Kabias cautious.
[This youth isn’t a simple opponent. When did Aouine gain such a formidable commander? It is no wonder des said he should be captured alive. His intuition in battle rivals Lord Incirsta. If he is under Madara, then the Emperor would have ushered him under his direct command.]
When he thought of the Emperor who wielded the rcury Staff, he felt his Soul Fire trembling, as though blood was flowing through his body once again. It was as though he had returned to the glorious battles of the past.
These mories pained it when it thought about the past, but they also gave it the desire to battle.
Brendel’s gaze followed Kabias when it raised its battleaxe, but made no further movent.
[You dare to fight alone without the Unicorn Knight?]
Slight fury grew within it when it saw Brendel’s arrogance. The exchange yesterday made it certain that he had just beca a Gold-ranked swordsman.
“I know you are capable of the Aouine’s royal swordsmanship; the White Raven Sword Arte. But do you really believe a re mid-tier sword skill is capable of defeating an Elent power?”
Brendel gave a smirk when he heard the comnt, almost bursting out in laughter when he heard the skeleton’s words. There was hardly anyone in the continent who could teach him anything about fighting.
He activated the skill ‘Evaluation’ and the color of Kabias’s skeletal body changed. His torso and limbs turned into a deep red, while the joints and waist turned into a light red. The Soul Energy in his skull appeared to be translucent.
White lines from its body lined up to the surroundings; these were indicative of where Kabias was able to attack. Brendel had little use of this skill because his attacks were focused on killing multiple groups of enemies and not on a single duel. But he was free to concentrate and use it now.
[Physique and Strength are at certainly higher than average for a Gold-ranked tier. His agility is slightly lower, while his Will and Intelligence stats are at an average for a Silver-ranked—]
Kabias shifted its center of gravity. The extending white lines gradually reduced to three lines that focused onto his path.
Brendel knew its stance well. It was a basic combat stance for Madara’s Black Knight, and his judgnt was the sa as the skill ‘Evaluation’; three paths of attacks were available to Kabias.
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