Finally with so ti on her hands, Manasha decided to comfort her little sister Majosha. Yet before she could even get a word in, Numila sent out a distress call: Dearest, my mana cant hold out for much longer, quick, get the others to prepare for battle
Alright. Sweeping my eyes over the battlefield, I found that at least half of the bone pillars were still remaining.
Looks like its going to be another prolonged battle
Thankfully, Numila and Eugenias composite magic so happened to be the bane of these undead. As long as we allowed them to recover their mana, they could blast off another sea of flas. Based on past experiences, a couple more should do the trick.
The two of them are going to need so ti to recover their exhausted mana, I shouldnt work them too hard in the anti. With that in mind, I imdiately had the others prepare for battle.
This ti, I planned on taking part as well. Even though my Shadowfang was still in the hands of Habona, rendering unable to engage in lee, my speciality actually laid in magic so I was still fine on that front. Moreover, my nether flas had shown themselves a potent force to be used against the undead, the only drawback being that they consud a lot of mana and I simply didnt have enough to support them for long.
If only I could just borrow Flatail from Numila Too bad, so sad. Flatail is sentient now and recognizes an owner
The proceeding battle was a rather heated one and yet it was also a dry one. Upon recovering their mana, the two harpy witches would act in unison to cast another round of the sea of flas at which point it would be our turn to fight once more and buy them ti. Thus, we rotated as such.
Because their rapid recovery required massive amounts of Soul Flas, we wound up spending a long ti between rounds, harvesting the Soul Flas of the undead. Thus, our lee engagent with the undead had to be extended as well. Such an extension ca at huge cost to our forces, not only did we have to endure an encirclent by countless undead, we had to deal with the stress of our massive losses.
Under those trying circumstances, we repeated this cycle of spell barrage followed by lee, without any rest whatsoever. After half a day, we finally managed to clean up all of the pillars. The fact that we were even able to accomplish such a feat with record timing, was completely thanks to the two harpy witches and their composite magic. Not only did Numilas and Eugenias magic counter them completely, the rotting bodies of those zombies unexpectedly ended up becoming fuel for their flas.
Upon discovering this little quirk of theirs, I specially instructed the troops to gather up the zombie corpses. After lighting up these flammable at bags, I had the harpies toss them back into the undead horde. Thanks to this stroke of absolute genius on my part, the battle was shortened even further.
Like that, the battle ended up as a victory for us, albeit a pyrrhic one. At least half of our troops died in the battle and of the remaining half, they all carried with them a certain degree of injury, so severe and so even crippling.
All throughout the battle, the number of wounded in the quarantine zone continually increased. From ti to ti, there would be outbreaks of zombification but these were all swiftly handled by the lizardn I stationed there. In total, these deaths accounted for over half of our losses this battle
Thankfully, no one I was close to died except for Harlow. At most there were a couple of minor injuries between all of us. Looking at it from another point of view, wasnt Harlow just unlucky?
Another noteworthy matter was that, despite having laid there for half a day, Harlow never zombified. As for Majosha, she had no intention whatsoever of leaving his side so she just sat there quietly hugging Harlows corpse. She neither spoke nor made eye contact with us. Other than breathing, she seed to be completely motionless.
It almost seed like she was making a point with her silence, one that life or death didnt matter anymore and that she wasnt going to bother with it.
Watching the last of the bone pillars burn down to dust, I finally heaved a sigh of reliefat last, it was over.
With nothing to feed it, the flas soon died out leaving nothing but burnt corpses and scorched air that burnt our throats whenever we breathed in. However, before we could even go through our spoils and losses, the entire space suddenly lit up. Countless icy white marks sprung out of the ground and ford a formation of sorts. Judging by the pattern and the mana radiating off those lines, we were standing on an ancient magical array.
It was a massive circular array that spanned at least ten km wide. Right in the very center of the magical array was the spot where those hundred bone pillars once stood. Now however, there were three different colored motes of light that were five ters wide and seven ters tall. Looking at them, they kind of reminded of those dinsional gates in World of Peacecraft. One of them was an eerie green, another was crimson like flas while the last looked more like a mass of black fog.
By now, I was so tired I could barely move a finger. As I tried to swallow a mouthful of spit, the parched air around imdiately assaulted my throat and eyes, forcing to rub my eyes out of reflex. Pointing at those three strange motes of light, I asked: Anyone knows what those are?
I think they are most likely the teleportation gates of this maze. The one who answered was Mo En. As always, this lazy bag of bones was busy lounging about on the floor with his tongue hanging out. He was just as tired as I was thanks to his admirable efforts in that battle just now. Being one of the precious few Four-stars in our army, it wasnt an overstatent to say that his powers carried us through that fight.
Your highness, I think we should approach and observe it. She then elaborated on this suggestion of hers: In order to prevent any accidents, we can have a dogman enter each of the lights. If any of the lights end up being a trap, the dogn should be able to give us so warning beforehand.
Alright then.
As of right now, Elena and her harpies were in the midst of ferrying a boat load of Soul Flas to for my personal consumption. I reached for one of the nearby Soul Flas and devoured it with a hungry gulp before nodding at Julia. Well let the test dummies approach the lights then, the rest of us will stay sowhere faraway in the anti.
Understood. Julia acknowledged the order with a respectful bow. Before leaving, I passed her so Soul Flas to help her recuperate as well.
While she went about her work organizing the dogn, I slowly swept my eyes over those around . Most of them werent doing too well; they were either injured or too tired to move. Perhaps it was the tiredness at work here, but those three harpies sisters werent clamoring around as well.
That battle just now exhausted a great deal of our energy, if another enemy were to attack us now, it might just be ga over for us:
For you.
A slightly dishevelled Habona stepped out of the crowd and handed Shadowfang. Reaching out to receive it, I ekly gazed into her bloodshot eyes: Im really sorry, about Harlow
That had nothing to do with you. She imdiately interrupted my self-admonishnt. A warriors fate is to die on the battlefield. The mont the battle started, Harlow decided his own fate. Following you into battle was a choice we made ourselves. Thus, we were only following our own will. Even without you, Harlow and I wouldve walked this path but with less people and a much grimr outco.
The Habona standing before right now was unusually chatty but amidst all that, I could tell that she held no resentnt for . Perhaps she truly felt that Harlows death had nothing to do with but if I hadnt encouraged them, the outco definitely wouldnt be like thisperhaps it mightve been a lot worse or perhaps it might not have
Even though Habona didnt bla in the least bit, my heart refused to calm down. Yet just as I was wallowing in the guilt, a furry, aty paw slapped on the shoulders. Habonas voice, completely devoid of anger, echoed over my head: Without you, Harlow wouldve died in the harpys nest already.
Is that soI saved Harlow but he also ended up dying in Majoshas embrace because of . In that case, was my involvent in his life a good or a bad thing? Perhaps it was really like what she said, without , Harlow might have really died in that harpys nest.
Not giving anymore ti to wallow, Julia ca over bearing an exciting piece of news for us all.
Your Highness, those motes of light should be teleportation gates
Because the dogn who entered the lights each had their own encounters and these encounters were clearly visible from the outside.
Within the greenish light, a wasteland completely devoid of life was revealed. From ti to ti, one could see a skeleton or two wandering about. Having spotted a certain dogman running for its life, the skeletons imdiately locked onto this piece of at. Like that, with one side chasing and the other fleeing, the scene beca one of a dogman sprinting away on all fours while a growing crowd of skeletons pursued it.
Within the crimson light, an entirely different scene played out. It depicted a river of molten lava with intermittent rock platforms thrown in an almost deliberate fashion. Glimpsing through the light, I managed to spot a dogman panting heavily at the banks of the molten river; it probably couldnt stand the heat. In fact, it was sweating buckets as it laid there like a cooked dog. I saw it try to get up at tis but failed due to the sweltering heat that made it lightheadedfinally, it fell into the molten river in a mont of carelessness, disappearing in an instant without so much as a bubble.
The last mote of light was a rather special one. Within, I actually saw countless vegetation and a dogman busily harvesting a variety of fruits; was that a three ter tall fruit tree I spied?
Master, thats Abaddon! Thats where we used to live. Seeing the dogman harvest fruits, Baccarel excitedly ran up to the light and after confirming once more, said that.
Those fruits are edible and while I dont know what are their nas, Ive eaten them before
So the black light really can teleport us to Abaddon?
The crimson light teleports us to Purgatory. Thats why its filled with lava rivers?
As for the green light, thats Gehenna. Why? Because there are skeletons!
Seemsseems like this is the end, huhno, rather I should say that its our victory! We broken through the limits set by this prison! we survived
The mont the news ca out that the black light led to Abaddon, everyone went into a frenzy. So cried, so cheeredno matter what kind of reaction they had however, this represented a successful prison break. In an instant, a multitude of emotions ca crashing down on everyone.
With this lifeline laid out before us, the dead no longer mattered that much. Bringing the injured with them, the troops began shuffling into the teleportation gate, watched over closely by the lizardn.
Including , everyones goal here was to reach Abaddon. The demonic werewolves, the demonic half-orcs, the dogn, the lizardn and etc. were all creatures of Abaddon. As for my reason for seeking Abaddonthat was to find Yi Yi. Fertinier once said that in order to recover my male body, I had to split off from her soul. For that, we needed to find Yi Yi. That was non-negotiable. Thus, no matter what my reason was for doing so, seeing Yi Yi had beco my main questline.
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