6 Heroic Death
Heroic Death
Ptolemaeus--- a 26 years old Paladin and a Holy knight is currently watching the amusing war happening in the distance. He has been here since the war started but remains waiting to make his 'Grand Entrance'.
A hero that would miraculously appear when everyone has lost all their hope. This was how he had earned the title <Hero> and the reverence of tens of thousands of people.
"So that's the old man from the reports that Duke Kaliweir send to us."
The hero was somewhat interested on making that old man his new subordinate--- unfortunately, the old man's background was rather shady.
But now, looking at him fighting courageously---
"Yes your highness, we made further investigation on his background, but we really couldn't find anything. I was thinking before, that he might be a spy from the <Felgrand Empire>."
---said an old veteran warrior, while observing the dire state of the city soldiers.
A beautiful priestess added--- "But looking at his current situation, he really must be a nomadic mage or a traveller from another continent."
"Hmm, it seems he really is--- Now that he's old, he must be ready to settle down in a stable place by joining an influential authority." concluded the heroic prince.
"Thomas!--- relay my orders to the Duke, ready the <Mega-Ton Hermos Cannon>, tell him to activate it when an unforeseen situation emerges, here's the activation key."
---the heroic prince handed a platinum wing-shaped key to one of his trusted subordinate.
That cannon--- is one of the secret ace-weapon of the Alfonse Kingdom. At full power, it could unleased a Tier 7 destruction magic at a firing range of twenty kilometres.
To prevent this from being use against the Kingdom, two special activation key are needed---
one is in the hands of the Duke and the other is in the hand of the King himself.
Given that the third prince was the one keeping it clearly shows who will be the King's successor.
"Alright, it's time to make our arrival!"
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Desrook is currently in a very weak state, after being revive by Savant. He is now being carried away by <Headless Vulture>. Savant is also heavily injured after helping Emerald wasp to kill nine silver rank mages.
It really was a tough battle since his bone tower is in cooldown. That tower only lasted for an hour, with a troublesome--- seven days cooldown.
They were a concerned about their lord--- but looking at the situation on the battlefield, they felt relief as their forces currently holds the upper hand.
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Somewhere on the battlefield---
*urghh*--- a soldier has gotten caught inside a corrosive spider web and was drag below the ground.
"Goddammit!"--- 'we really required some healing and support spells.'
---a soldier yelled to release his frustration as another one of the soldier beside him died. They can't even retreat backwards, since there were giant centipedes currently attacking the surviving mages at the backline.
"Ahhgg!"---
he slashed his sword towards an incoming underground arachnid.
Squeezing every bits of his strength, he managed to chop off the insect's head.
*thud*--- his knees drop to the ground, he was extremely exhausted that he can no longer stand.
He can't even lift his sword anymore.
Looking at his surrounding, he realizes that a group of armoured beetles are approaching him from all sides.
Seeing this, he knows that death was imminent---
That's when a group of Pegasus appears in the sky.
The <Priests> and <Clerics> riding them started casting different supporting Spells.
[Heavy Recovery]
[Cure Moderate Wounds]
[Light Healing]
[Lesser Dexterity]
[Heavy Recovery]
Different blessing buffs and healing lights descended from the heaven.
[Cure Moderate Wounds]
[Lesser Strength]
[Cure Moderate Wounds]
The exhausted warrior regains back his strength---
[Lion's Heart]
[Heavy Recovery]
[Cure Moderate Wounds]
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Far away, the thundering sounds of galloping horses caught everyone's attention.
They saw, that it was the heroic prince riding on his golden chariot---
"UAahhgg!!"
Loud battle cries erupted from the surviving soldiers.
---He was leading at least a thousand elite <Warriors> and <Berserkers>, as they come charging towards the remaining giant bugs.
After killing most of the <Armoured-beetle>--- Ptolemaeus ordered three hundred elite combatants to assist the soldiers to exterminate the surviving bugs.
He then led the others to the place where the old man had crashed. When they arrive at the ruined structure, they saw the exhausted old man currently trying to stop the bleeding from his severed arm.
It looks like he had already depleted all the mana in his body--- preventing him to cast any healing spell.
The beautiful priestess casted a Tier 3 healing spell on Aesma---
[Heavy Recovery] restoring his severed arm.
"Old man you're quite lucky, we arrived just in time to save your life, you must remember this benevolence from his highness the Third Prince."
---the priestess makes sure to remind the old man, since she was aware that the prince wanted this old man to be his new subordinate.
"The prince!?"
Aesma's face was full of surprise after knowing the identity of his saviour.
He then turns around to face the prince, who was above him standing on his war chariot.
While bowing his head he says--- "Your highness I will deeply remember this kindness."
He then puts his fist on his chest and straightens his posture as he said earnestly---
"I pledge, in the future I will definitely return this kindness twice. If I fail this oath, I will be cursed by the heavens and die." seeing this, the Third Prince was amused.
Obviously, this old nomad has no experience speaking to a noble.
'He also stinks like a bootlicking dog. Well, most of my subordinates are like that.'
'If this old fool finds out, that I'm the heir of this kingdom, he would definitely kneel to the ground in gratitude.'
*sigh*--- 'peasants will always be peasants, but he's a Gold ranker, a very good addition to my pawns.'
After considering all this, the Prince casually ask--- "What's your name old man?"
"This old man is called Aesma your highness."
---the old man answered humbly, bowing his head.
"Aesma--- you're a mighty <Golden-rank> mage, assist me in eliminating those two ignorant. They're clearly oblivious about the power that my kingdom possess."
---the prince said, while pointing to the Demon lord and black robe man.
Aesma respectfully answered--- "Yes your highness!"
Seeing this--- the elite subordinates of the prince chuckled while shaking their heads.
They fully understand from experience that this old nomad must feel very lucky to get the approval of the Prince.
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Ptolemaeus was standing on his golden chariot located behind of the formation, along with the mages and priest. The clerics and crusaders are in the middle, while the warriors and berserkers are in the frontline. Fifty meters in fronts of them are demon lord Hannigan and his summoned bugs, while standing beside him is the black robe man.
"Aesma--- watch carefully how we fight. In the future, I might take you as one of my subordinates."
Ptolemaeus was casually talking to the old man below him.
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The elite warriors and berserkers are being led by Gilford--- an old veteran berserker.
"Advance!--- eliminate those giant mantis and humanoid insect knight first."
As they advance---
[Void Cutter]!
---an air-slash suddenly cuts towards Gilford.
He easily repelled it using [Vertical Strike].
That sudden attack wasn't really meant to wound him, but a form of greetings.
A large group of mercenaries appeared, and the one leading them is Barlow, the leader of <Blood Lion>.
"Who are these people!?" the prince was frowned.
*tch*---
"It doesn't matter who they are, since they dare to go against me, massacre them all!"
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The <Empress Mantis> and the hundreds of <Insect Knight> joined in the clash together with the rebel army
---they ram towards the advancing enemy.
[Ability Boost] !
[Slash] !
[Smash] !
Blood flood everywhere as many dead bodies fall to the ground---
[Evasion] !
[Severing Blade] !
The kingdom troops have the upper hand, since they have a lot of high level priest supporting the warriors and berserkers from behind---
[Fortress] !
[High Vertical Strike] !
[Twin Blade Strike] !
[Grand Power Strike] !
The elite priests of the kingdom are being protected by an impassable crowds of Clerics and Crusaders
---who has extraordinary resistance against magical and physical attacks...
[Cure Moderate Wounds] !
[Light Healing] !
[Lesser Dexterity] !
[Light Healing] !
[Lion's heart] !
[Holy Ray] !
The Priests and the Clerics kept buffing their fighters on the frontline---
[Cure Moderate Wounds] !
[Light Healing] !
[Lesser Strength] !
[Cure Moderate Wounds] !
[Light Healing] !
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Above his dust kaiju, Hannigan was starting to feel worried.
"This is bad, half of my insect knights have already died, and there are only twenty empress mantis remaining."
---he was now considering on using the <Summoning Item> he had received.
He only has a quarter of his mana pool left, but he cannot rest while his old comrades fight for their lives.
He was trying to find a way to fight the prince, but that coward was turtling behind his army.
Then, black robe man suddenly spoke.
"Leave those Priests on the backline to me."
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"Hahaha, kill!--- kill!--- massacre them all!"
"Is this all the Demon lords were capable of?"
---seeing that his armies were pushing forward, the Prince was very excited.
His new heroic victory will be recorded again in the kingdom's history books.
"My lord congratulations."
"Well done my lord!"
"You've made another immense contribution to our kingdom your highness!"
"The demon lord's corpse will be a perfect trophy--- as we display it while our armies marches victoriously through the kingdom's streets!"
The nearby priests and mages started giving praises and applauses--- making the prince very happy.
While everyone was acting all excited--- someone suddenly grabbed the prince from behind and putting him in a head lock.
Ptolemaeus cannot escape, since that person also wraps both of his legs around his body.
"Old man, what are you doing!!!"
The prince was startled, then broke into rage.
"What are you saying your highness?--- This is how we nomads show our congratulations---"
"Motherfucker get off me!!"
---the prince started thrashing around, while his shocked followers started to help him.
The old man then whispers to the prince ear---
"Tier 6 Skill [Molecular Collapse]."
*boom!!--- wooosh*
*crackle--- crackle*
*crackle*
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Far away from the center of explosion--- the surviving warriors and mercenaries watches as the debris of rocks and gory flesh fall from the sky.
The explosion have created a fiery cloud of dust--- a sizzling lightning can be seen in it due to the power of blast.
Everyone was baffled on what had just happen.
'[Heavy Recovery] spell was a Tier 3--- gifting you this [Molecular Collapse] fulfils my promise.'
*beep*--- the message notification sounded, then delivered various reports.
"Hmm--- It seems that viscount successfully fulfilled his task." muttered the black robe man after hearing the reports.
