Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 216

Chapter 216: Fog (3)

 

Aaaaaaaagh!

 

The spirits flew through the air, screams coming from them as if they were being tortured.

 

On the other side were ghosts, banshees that resembled old women, young maidens, and young girls with translucent bodies.

 

The undead, all with the faces of an old and ugly crone, a beautiful woman, and a young girl, shared a common expression of pain and rage.

 

Despite their ghostly appearance, the banshees continued to shed a thick, dark liquid similar to blood from their eyes, noses, mouths, and ears as they flew through the air, releasing a cacophony of screams.

 

Screams like the cries of the mandrake, one of the legendary plants, which could drive ordinary people insane or even kill them if they heard them.

 

However, since the undead came, a translucent barrier has formed on the castle’s ramparts, blocking out the clamor.

 

Even those who were not talented in magic or mystery could see the thick evil intent contained in the banshees’ clamor, losing strength and dissolving at the boundary of the barrier.

 

The castle’s walls and towers were stunning. Keonitra Castle emanated divine force on its own because they had all been blessed with blessings, prayers, and blessings, as well as immersed in holy water.

 

The sky was bleak, with black clouds and swirling snow, and the cliffs and mountains were shadowed. There were corpses beneath it.

 

The priests and guards of the castle, standing in full force on the battlements, looked determined.

 

They could feel the holy power emanating from the ground they stood on, from the spears and swords they held, more strongly than ever before.

 

The warriors stayed steady in the frigid cold, which could be mistaken for smoke pouring out of their noses and lips, as well as in the blade-like wind.

 

The priests stood behind them. The priests, who had expended a great deal of endurance and holy power to keep the weather miracle going, were now shifting direction and praying to the castle walls that surrounded the castle and temple.

 

The castle walls, which held solid like soldiers who had forgotten the cold, burned the approaching corpses like a curtain, obscuring the sparkling lights.

 

Keeeaaagh!

 

Grrrrrr……

 

As they approached the castle walls, the zombies and skeleton warriors’ green eyes flashed in their sockets before bursting into white flames.

 

The white flames that burned the bodies’ bones, decaying skin, muscles, and guts continued until they were reduced to white ash.

 

Bishop Olzenburg of Keonitra Castle mumbled.

 

“There are so many of them. Those who have lost death.”

 

Julia stood next to him, fully armored and wearing a helmet. It was most likely a soliloquy, but she opened her mouth since it was exactly what she expected to hear.

 

“Aren’t they those who have lost their lives?”

 

“On the contrary, Your Highness, They have lost death, which is a must for life. They walk around so poorly because they have lost their lives.”

 

“It seems that the bishop sees death as right.”

 

“Yes. As much as I believe that life is right, I affirm death. Because I know that I will be devoted to Lutheon after death.”

 

Julia did not want to discuss theology with a high priest. She wasn’t choosy about wanting to appear calm in the face of impending death. Instead, she looked forward.

 

The tide of corpses, composed of zombies and skeletons, began to split apart on either side.

 

From there, a knight in armor and a standard bearer with a tattered flag slowly walked forward.

 

Behind the knight, five dullahan mounted horses with their heads tucked in their sides. Their other hands held massive sickles, war axes, and majestic ax spears, all of which had crimson blades.

 

Julia grumbled.

 

“That knight……!”

 

The knight on the skeleton horse was marching ahead, his left hand on the flagpole.

 

A Death Knight with a black helmet and armor. He stared up at the great castle wall, his helmet glowing green.

 

The distance between the Death Knight and Julia, standing on the ramparts, was hundreds of meters. Nonetheless, Julia felt confident that she had made eye contact with the Death Knight.

 

A throbbing pain came from her left arm, a wound she had suffered from that Death Knight a week ago.

 

Pushing magic into her arm, which was quickly rotting owing to the curse of corruption, she desperately swung her sword and shook off the Death Knight.

 

If Julia’s escort knight and castle knight hadn’t rushed in at the same time, she would have lost her left arm permanently.

 

The Death Knight, who had made eye contact, slammed his left palm down, top to bottom.

 

Thump!

 

As the flagpole struck the earth, a dull sound resonated. It seemed quieter than if a giant pounded his feet.

 

The flagpole, which had burst through the frozen soil and ice, and the flag it supported began to flutter.

 

The flag floating in the snowstorm was painted with geometric patterns on a black background, and as soon as it was embedded in the ground, it began to emit black fog.

 

As the black fog stretched beneath the corpses’ feet, the undead started screaming.

 

Grrrrrr……

 

Hwaaaaaaagh!

 

Aaaaaaaagh!

 

The screams were not uniform since not only humans but also dead creatures and demons had become living corpses devoured by terrible spirits.

 

Yet, the discordance added to the chilling feeling and terrifying chills.

 

And the undead began marching.

 

Step by step. Even the simple sound of footsteps, when gathered in thousands or tens of thousands, became overwhelming. The sound of footsteps bouncing off the cliffs and steep slopes of the great mountain on either side surrounded Keonitra castle.

 

“Load!”

 

Oldeheim, a castle knight with gray hair and a beard, raised his remaining arm and roared.

 

It was his accomplishment that he killed one of the six dullahans. He lost his right arm in return, but he explained it with a single word: “It’s good I’m not right-handed.”

 

Along with his raised left arm, hundreds of troops on the ramparts loaded arrows into their bows.

 

The castle priests blessed the arrows all night, which created a clear haze and scattered sacred energy from their tips.

 

The dead, who had been walking slowly, progressively increased their speed until they reached the slowly spreading black cloud, at which point they began to run explosively.

 

The bodies rushing with diverse screams appeared to be creeping up the steep slope beneath the castle wall and strangling them.

 

“Wait!”

 

Sir Oldeheim did not issue an order to shoot rashly. As he had ordered the soldiers before firing, the archers did not randomly aim their arrows at the corpses.

 

Because there were only a few arrows left, their attacks had to target the most effective foes. And it wasn’t difficult to figure out.

 

Aim for higher-ranking undead, such as ghouls, rather than undead waving their arms wildly.

 

During the offensive a week earlier, they saw high-ranking undead like ghouls and draugrs directing or dominating lower-ranking undead.

 

They also discovered that if the highest-ranking undead were killed using blessed or blessed weapons, the undead below them would run wild, unable to discern between friend and foe.

 

Sir Oldeheim, who was waiting for the appropriate moment, lowered his uplifted arm.

 

“Fire!”

 

Pababak!

 

Hundreds of arrows were fired from the castle walls, galleries, and narrow holes and gaps designed to shoot arrows. The majority of the arrows that passed through the holy barrier struck corpses or zombies, but a few hit the bodies of high-ranking undead.

 

Dozens of ghouls and draugrs screamed as blessed arrows struck and killed them.

 

The sacred flames that erupted from the locations where the arrows struck the ghouls and draugrs propagated to other zombies or corpses, and as those corpses went wild, more flames spread.

 

The soldiers and priests on the battlements cheered at the spectacle of the white flames erupting in every corner of the battlefield.

 

The bishop and other castle knights, as well as the escort knights, grinned with a hopeful expression. In the center of that chasm, only Julia looked up with a grim gaze.

 

Deruka, a female castle knight who glanced at Julia with interest, spoke.

 

“Your Highness? Where are you looking?”

 

“It’s begun.”

 

Deruka had no chance to ask what had begun, as the mournful cries erupted from the sky.

 

Keeeagh-!

 

Surprised soldiers and priests looked up. Ghosts such as wraiths, banshees, and specters had gone mad and were smashing their transparent bodies against the heavenly barrier.

 

Pwahwahwahwah!

 

They were incinerated as soon as they contacted the white flames, but the number of vengeful souls clinging to the barrier did not go down. On the contrary, the number steadily rose, and the brightness of the flaming flames was breathtaking.

 

Like moths drawn to a blazing flame, they burned and vanished in an instant, but the vengeful spirits persisted. And a hole appeared in a corner of the barrier, making it vulnerable to the concentrated attack of bad spirits.

 

“Keuk!”

 

A crimson cough poured from the priests’ mouths as they prayed incessantly to maintain and mend the barrier.

 

Sir Deruka, realizing the spirits were aiming for the barrier and the priests who kept it up, clinched his teeth and yelled.

 

“Protect the priests! Take up your torches! You will all stand beside the glorious Lord!”

 

The hole in the barrier was repaired, but in the meantime, numerous spirits had broken through.

 

“Keeeaaagh-!”

 

“Hee hee, hee!”

 

Dozens of banshees screamed and flew by the soldiers at high speeds.

 

“Ugh, aaagh! Mother!”

 

“Che, Cheimber? How did you?”

 

“Die, you bastard!”

 

Soldiers experiencing hallucinations swung their swords, losing their minds. Priests and soldiers who were not adversaries but comrades were killed and collapsed on the ramparts as swords were slashed at them.

 

“Do not succumb to chaos! Priests, pray to the soldiers now! Knights, protect your bodies with magic and subdue the rampaging soldiers! castle knights, take care of the ghosts!”

 

Julia’s thunderous roar fell upon the soldiers and knights who were in disarray. At her command, the knights and castle knights, who had lost their composure and were wavering, rushed to their tasks.

 

While the knights controlled the troops who were crying or laughing and swinging their swords in hallucinations, the priests repeated mantras to drive away the evil spirits.

 

Each of the castle knights, wielding their divine weapons, leaped from the wall, slashing at the banshees and wraiths.

 

Unlike knights who trained in magic, castle knights who had amassed divine might could move their bodies as rapidly and powerfully as magic users.

 

Koong!

 

As the ghosts that had entered the divine barrier were all destroyed, a loud roar echoed before the wall.

Chaeng!

 

“Prepare for battle.”

 

Julia responded, pulling her longsword.

 

Where she looked, bodies cloaked in black fog were no longer burning and knocking on the divine barrier. At the very front, a knight on a skeleton horse was pulling his fist back over his shoulder.

 

Koong!

 

Another booming sound. And all of the priests who formed the triangle at the castle, on the castle wall, and in the chapel to preserve the barrier vomited blood and fell forward.

 

Jjejejej!

 

The divine barrier shattered, unable to withstand the Death Knight’s fist.

 

The sight of gold glass fragments exploding and scattering light was stunning.

 

But the Death Knight standing behind it, the Dullahans shrouded in black mist, and the thousands of undead were anything but beautiful.

 

Grrrrrrrrgh!

 

As a massive ghoul screamed and leapt forward like a vanguard, zombies and corpses poured in behind it.

 

“Prepare for battle!”

 

Those who cherished life raised their swords against the army of the dead, which was like a tidal wave of death.

 

A ghoul the size of a small troll raced up the ramparts on all fours in a single breath.

 

The putrid stench emanating from its decaying skin made the soldiers’ faces blanch. But their expressions were turned upwards as four sharp claws, each one the size of a dagger, scattered green light.

 

The three skulls turned back and forth, showing the last faces they had made in their lives, before being consumed by the ghoul’s huge maw.

 

“Karr, karr, karr!”

 

The ghoul, letting out a roar like laughter, began to rampage.

 

“This cursed monster!”

 

The ghoul, having just stuffed the upper half of a soldier into its mouth, turned back. A priest in white robes, with a dull gold sash on his shoulder, charged forward with a sharp spear.

 

“Return to death, you undead!”

 

The spearhead, imbued with holy power, pierced the air, propelled by clumsy spearwork. The ghoul easily grabbed the young priest’s spear shaft with its hand and squeezed its open mouth.

 

Crunch!

 

The soldier’s leg, which was battling in the ghoul’s jaws, eventually lost strength and collapsed. The lower body, which had been neatly severed by keen jaws, landed heavily against the castle wall.

 

The young priest, trembling with both arms and legs, refused to let go of the spear.

 

“Lo, Lord. The young lamb ascends to see you…… “

 

Just as the four uplifted claws flared again, white light rained down on the ghoul.

 

“Karrruuugh!”

 

The ghoul shrieked in anguish, but with a clear hue of pain, and flew backward.

 

“Get up!”

 

The priest, who had been standing there dazed, suddenly raised his head. Julia, clad in a helmet, spoke with a clear voice, leaving only those words behind as she rushed forward.

 

“Keureureuk!”

 

The ghoul, who had been flung back, yelled in rage and swung his long arm. Then, as if made of rubber, his right arm stretched out and spanned a great distance.

 

The ghoul’s long claws, steeped in evil intent and stench, took over the space and pounced on Julia.

 

Julia, who was engulfed in light magic, extended her legs and leaned her upper body back.

 

‘Clank, clank, clank.’ The greaves on her knees scraped against the stone wall, sending sparks flying. By a hair’s breadth, Julia avoided the claws and bounced back like a spring, pushing off her legs.

 

The ghoul, who had created a massive space by swinging his arm, did not react in time.

 

Kwack!

 

Julia’s longsword, shot from the bottom up, pierced the ghoul’s massive skull from jaw to crown.

 

“Ha!”

 

At the same time, she destroyed the ghoul’s head by exploding the power stored in the blade.

 

Julia, who took the force of the blast head-on, only had flesh and blood stains on her armor.

 

Julia, showered with blood from the explosion, turned around. It was impossible to tell if it was day or night. The day was still long, and there was no telling when it would end.

 

And it was unclear if she would survive in the end.

 

Julia was not the type to worry in the face of uncertainty. She grabbed her sword and charged again towards the corpses.

 

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