Chapter 80: Chapter 70 Is it really carrying the essence? 2
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“Ahh!” The subus screamed shrilly.
An angel swiftly swung his sword down onto the subus. With Judgment’s Sword afflicting extra damage to heretics, a burst of Sacred me soared to the sky,pletely enveloping Gidgeg.
The angel took to the skies with a spread of his wings, rushing towards another demon. From time to time, a Sacred me of Judgement would erupt in Demon Valley.
Far off in the cracks of a stone wall, a pair of shadows muttered in hushed tones, “Are these friggin’ battle birds mad or what? They consider everything heretical and want to kill everything in sight. Has he forgotten his mission?”
“Well, they wouldn’t be called battle birds if it wasn’t for such unyielding attitude. Even cute demons like the subus aren’t spared. What exactly do they deem as heretical?”
“They probablyck aesthetics, not knowing what ‘cute’ entails.”
The pair of shadows whispered quietly while the angel quickly scorched all demons within Demon Valley. As for humans and other species not ssified as heretics, they werepletely ignored by the angel.
Having demolished all heretics, the angel took to the skies and flew off in a particr direction.
The two shadows quickly followed, squeezing out of the rock crevices. They formed human silhouettes with their legs moving alternately at a rapid pace, leaving behind ghostly residues as they raced ahead.
The residues further solidified, forming four legs and then six legs. The space between the legs expanded, and the pair of front and rear legs stretched longer, lifting the ck Warrior aloft.
Following this, a horse head with glowing red eyes emerged from between their legs, transforming into a horse along with the front and rear pairs of legs, carrying them in a swift pursuit towards the angel.
This isn’t a ck Warrior; this is clearly a more formidable figure – a ck Knight.
Like two plumes of ck smoke, they traversed without raising any dust, trailing behind the airborne angel from afar.
As they galloped away, the sky gradually darkened, and the wind began to pick up in strength.
The two ck Knights chorused, “This is trouble. That damn judgmental bird wasted too much time. Otherwise, we would have reached the ‘World Transfer Station’.”
“What should we do now?”
“Let’s take cover for now. We Undead are terrified of the Resting Wind. It sends chills down our spine. The Witch can resist it a little longer.”
Both the ck Warriors and the morepetent ck Knights are artificially created undead creatures. They are essentially ghosts without a physical entity.
If they were wizards or the like in their previous life, bing an Undead wouldn’t be too consequential. But if they were fighters or anybat-rted professions, bing an Undead would deprive them of their physical attacking prowess, rendering their martial skills useless.
To make full use of the skills learnt when they were alive, the Necromancers of the Undead Empire invented a technique that could transform non-physical Undead into ck Warriors with semi-physical bodies. A battle horse was then manifested based on the ck Warriors, thus creating ck Knights.
The essence of a ck Knight’s steed is an extension of the ck Warrior’s form. But the size of the form is proportional to the strength of their soul. Being able to synthesize a bigger and better steed shows that the soul strength of the ck Knight far exceeds that of the ck Warrior.
However, regardless of whether it’s a ck Knight or a ck Warrior, they are essentially spiritual bodies. They cannot resist the Resting Wind, a force that directly influences the soul. Unlike the Necromancer, they can’t defend themselves as theyck a flesh and blood body to mitigate the force.
With a swishing sound, the battle horse beneath them evaporated into smoke and shrunk back into their bodies. Subsequently, their bodies started to disintegrate gradually and they whipped into the cracks on the ground. As ck Knights, they could disperse or assemble their form at will, making digging holes unnecessary.
The very moment they burrowed into the ground, a sacred light appeared in the distant where the angel was.
“Is that battle bird really enduring the Resting Wind?!” The ck Knightmented in surprise.
An hour passed. A ck Knight popped out for a moment, ncing in the angel’s direction. Startlingly, shes of sacred light still carved through the darkness, now descending from the sky to the earth.
“Quick,e see! That battle bird is really withstanding the Resting Wind. Has it gone mad?!” said the ck Knight in astonishment.
“Are you kidding me? Can someone be that dedicated? That’s the Resting Wind we’re talking about. It should be hiding in a hole!”
Glimpsing a few more times, the ck Knights couldn’t bear it anymore and dove back into the ground.
Another hour passed, both ck Knights, unable to contain their curiosity, popped out again for a sneak-peek. The sacred light was still as bright as ever, like a torch amidst the fog.
The ck Knights genuinely admired the perseverance, “Two hours… That’s really some strength. It’s no wonder they call them Battle Angels.”
The third hour arrived, the sacred light continued to sparkle. The ck Knights no longer believed in sheer strength, “I guess angels have some special abilities that allow them to withstand the Resting Wind.”
The fourth hour, “Is it really enduring for this long? Can it survive the entire night? If it has such an ability, wouldn’t Resting Wind be meaningless to angels?”
The fifth hour, the sacred light was no more.
The ck Knights didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed, they sighed heavily, “Finally, it couldn’t bear it any longer. Probably dug a hole to hide.”
“Yeah, right. It couldn’t bear it… no one can withstand that,” they remarked with a trace of mncholy in their tones.
With apprehension in their hearts, the ck Knights endured the next few hours. The moment the wind ceased, they rushed towards the direction of the angel, eager to confirm the actual scenario.
From a distance, they spotted a skeletal figure kneeling half-way through on the ground; its bones were slim and lucid, unlike a regr human skeleton. Two bone wings drooped from its back.
Its hands bunched in front of it as though gripping a sword, as if still steadying his supporting sword thrust into the ground. It kneeled on one leg and wrapped itself under its wings.
Sadly, after death, all its flesh dissolved under the corrosion of the Resting Wind, leaving only a skeleton behind. Regr corpses wouldn’t dissolve, rather they would harden.
The ck Knights were floored, “Didn’t take cover… endured till death… Is it an endurance freak?”
This situation was utterly unexpected. The ck Knights were at a loss, quickly reaching out for their equipment to contact their superior, “Boss… no, Archbishop, what now?”
A momentary silence was broken by Cardinal Antoni’s voice; somber and rather downcast, “The Highest Mobilization Order has been issued. I can’t spare any more hands. The loss on Leonardo’s end is a severe blow already. Losing another holy spirit is going to be a hard sell. Well, bring back the Holy Relics.”
After a brief silence, Antoni couldn’t help but roar, “The reason I deployed it in the first ce was to swiftly resolve the issue. It wasn’t supposed to face the the Resting Wind head on… Is it an idiot? It’s even dumber than a skeleton!”
It was rare for incidents to stir up Cardinal Antoni. The two ck Knights promptly switched off the ne Communication Array, refusing to endure such an uproar.
Just as they were about to approach and collect the angel’s remains, clip-clopping of horse hooves echoed in the vicinity.
Looking up, they saw a horse striding at a brisk pace along their side. Atop the horse, was an angel, a Necromancer, a skeleton, and a young Bronze Dragon. They all tilted their heads in unison, curiously eyeing the ck Knights. A thought crossed the ck Knights’ minds: Isn’t this an overload?