lpffa Chapter 262 262
Chapter 262 262
"This is a lost cause; there's no way the prince will make it back in time," thought Lord Danev.
"Retreat! Quickly! Retreat!" Lord Danev ordered in a firm voice.
Lord Danev's remaining troops began to retreat, and other lords who had been hesitating also fled after ordering a retreat upon seeing that Lord Danev was fleeing the battlefield.
Only two lords remained loyal.
"Attack! Don't retreat!" a burly man wearing a black lion's head on his helmet ordered the attack.
The man, dressed in dark clothing and gray armor, held a mace; his pale skin bore some scars, and his nearly black eyes glared fiercely at the enemies. He was Lord Eron Granvirt.
The other lord who ordered his men to hold out until the very end was a dark-skinned man with long black hair and deep-set eyes; he wore a red-and-black robe and carried a high-ranking staff. He was Lord Sofoc Disav.
Lord Granvirt's forces entered the battle with weapons in hand; most of his troops were warriors.
On the other hand, Lord Disav's troops were composed of an equal number of mages and warriors.
Even so, the entry of both forces into the battle only delayed what seemed inevitable and increased the number of casualties on the side of the Presial Kingdom and its allies.
At that moment, with several fallen allies lying around him, King Sition Brooks found himself surrounded by two imperial deputy commanders and an imperial commander.
"Surrender, King Sition. You're too badly wounded," said the imperial commander, who was wielding a sword.
The other two deputy commanders were armed with a spear and a magic staff, respectively.
"Until my son returns, I will resist," murmured King Sition, who finally exclaimed, using mana in his voice, "The Presial Kingdom will not fall today!"
King Sition tried to burn his spiritual core, but it was impossible.
The six apostles on the battlefield created a magical formation that prevented King Sition from using all his strength until the very end.
The Imperial Commander laughed and then said to him:
"After associating with demons, it seems your common sense has been severely warped."
King Sition said nothing more and began to wield his high-rank sword.
Shockwaves began to shake the ground.
More and more wounds began to appear on King Sition's body, as he would sometimes block the Imperial Commander's sword only to be cut by the daggers of the Imperial Deputy Commander, whose movements were being enhanced by the magic of the other Imperial Deputy Commander.
Soldiers dressed in white surrounded the six apostles to prevent them from being interrupted.
Explosion!
Blood!
A golden spear had pierced the chest of the Imperial Commander who had been attacking King Sition.
The Imperial Commander began coughing up blood; when the debris from the explosion cleared, everyone saw the Imperial Commander on his knees.
"Ha ha ha, I suppose I was wrong? Or perhaps not?" Apostle Alon's right hand rested on the shoulder of a beautiful apostle with light purple hair falling to her shoulders, a slender figure, and attractive curves despite her conservative white and gold attire.
"Apostle Alon?" asked Apostle Aneth, a faint trace of fear in her voice.
"If you lose your faith, the Endless Heavens will offer you no comfort, sister," there was a hint of irony in Apostle Alon's voice.
...
Mr. Geminis was about to deliver the final blow to Prince Absab when he turned his gaze toward the battlefield where the forces of the Presial Kingdom and the Venrac Empire were clashing.
At that moment, Prince Absab felt a surge of demonic power rushing toward his body.
"Destroy the ground with the demonic energy and the cursed energy you have absorbed—do not separate them, use them simultaneously," the prince recognized the voice of Mephistopheles.
AAHH!
Prince Absab stood up and drove his halberd into the ground, destroying everything within a one-kilometer radius.
The devastated ground was left riddled with deep cracks that could not be restored by the sacred power and light wielded by Mr. Gemini.
"Prince, you can never undo what you have done," said Mr. Gemini.
"I don't need to," Prince Absab charged again.
"Foolishness is also a sin," said Mr. Gemini, raising his staff in the direction Prince Absab was approaching.
A brilliant flash illuminated the surroundings with a blinding light.
Prince Absab rolled across the ground but stood up immediately.
The skin on the prince's face was charred but was slowly healing, though his remaining eye had been completely charred by that light summoned by Mr. Gemini's magic.
Even so, using his demonic perception, Prince Absab located Mr. Gemini.
"Take off your eye patch and look directly at him," Mephistopheles' voice told Prince Absab.
Prince Absab leaped toward Mr. Gemini.
"Receive the punishment of the Endless Heavens, evil prince," Mr. Gemini waved his staff.
Blood!
Blood!...
Two of the three spears of light pierced Prince Absab's body just as Prince Absab had removed the patch covering his other eye.
The spears that had pierced his heart and back—and the one that failed to pierce the prince's head due to a demonic, cursed barrier—vanished.
[Evil Eye: Activated]
[Evil Eye: Reduces the selected target's rank by two ranks for one day]
...
Simultaneously, in his room, the lid of Mart Sevec's right eye was forcibly opened by dozens of flies that began to fly inside that room.
At that moment, Emy hugged Mart tightly; she was certain he was engaged in a dangerous battle.
"I don't know, but I hope this helps you even a little," said Emy.
[The demon woman of the Sapiens lineage is temporarily sharing her lineage attributes with the host:]
[Intelligence: unlimited]
[Mental endurance: unlimited]
...
"Attack!" Mephistopheles' voice left no room for doubt.
With a foul pain in the eye that had become a swarm of fly larvae, Prince Absab realized he would have no other chance.
Using his aura and the cursed energy, Prince Absab moved despite his wounds and infused a thick aura of dark, reddish, and blue hues into the upper part of his halberd.
Cut!
Blood!