Death Heir's Devouring System
Chapter 48: Assault at Midnight

Chapter 48: Assault at Midnight

Leaving the blood lake behind him, Azrael flew with dashing speed toward the base.

’Stranded in a golden land, surrounded by a lava ocean, blizzards, a ruined kingdom and a colossal canyon filled with blood,’

He thought grimly, taking a puff from Gray’s Cigar.

When he had entered the Moon Breakers, he’d been told that the Marked had only a five percent chance of surviving and reaching the Proven Level. At the time, he’d thought that percentage was too low... Now it felt too high.

As he neared the base, he landed Cinder and dispelled the beast. He suspected Isolde had told Seraphina that he possessed a Remembrance, but that didn’t mean the rest of the camp knew. He simply felt better keeping a few cards hidden up his sleeve, just in case.

An hour later the base came into view, making Azrael’s body relax slightly. He hadn’t slept for close to 48 hours now. Being a System User suppressed his exhaustion, but everything had its limits.

The guards gave him a look that wasn’t particularly welcoming, but they let him pass nonetheless.

Once inside, he quickly found Seraphina and made his way toward her.

"You’re back?" She asked, her eyes narrowing momentarily.

’Hey, now did you think I would die or something?’ He didn’t voice his thoughts out loud.

It didn’t take a long time to report to her about the blood lake.

"Blood, you say..." She murmured, eyes drifting south.

"Do you think one can descend there? And come back?"

Azrael blinked once, twice, thrice. _{\n(o)v.e\l.com}

’Is she mad?’ he wondered.

"No." He said bluntly, shaking his head. "Besides, even if one could, why would they? Isolde felt overwhelmed because there were too many corrupted souls there, and I personally saw that it was crawling with abominations."

Seraphina didn’t reply immediately, her gaze remained fixed to the south, clearly considering if she should go there.

"Blood, Azrael... is a very precious resource," she said calmly, confirming his suspicion that she wasn’t mentally all there.

’Not that I can talk about that matter.’

"Whatever the case, thanks for your help. Now we won’t have to waste more time worrying about what the knights are doing south. We can focus our efforts on trying to enter the kingdom."

With a sigh, Azrael waved her off. "Do whatever you want. I am going to take a rest."

The first thing he did was devour as much monster meat as he could. The last time he’d eaten, he hadn’t been in the mood to enjoy it. But now that he did, he was surprised, the purified monster flesh tasted far better than he’d expected. It melted on his tongue, rich with a pleasant aroma and packed with protein. This meal would fuel him for a long time.

After eating almost to the point of food coma, he went to his assigned tent and closed his eyes, taking a well-deserved rest.

*****

"Wake up!"

A powerful shout across the whole camp stirred the tents and woke up every sleeping Chosen.

Azrael was jolted awake by the sound, less than a second later, he was in a battle stance with Gravebloom in his hands.

’What the hell is going on?’ he thought, alarmed.

He exited the tent, his gaze observing the base. It was midnight, most of the Chosen had just been asleep, which explained their irritated expressions.

Eager to find the source of the shout, his eyes searched around the camp. The torches that had been placed evenly illuminated the inside of the base slightly while making sure the light didn’t escape to the outside, alerting potential danger.

His gaze stopped on a nervous-looking man. Logan, a member of the party Azrael had met with Isolde before being escorted to the camp.

"What’s going on?" Seraphina’s voice cut through the commotion. By her tired eyes and her untidy, messy hair, it was clear that she too had been asleep moments ago.

Logan shuddered under the angel’s gaze before stuttering.

"W-we are u-under attack!"

Azrael clicked his tongue. ’Troublesome,’

The moment the words left Logan’s mouth, the camp erupted into pure chaos.

The Chosen called forth weapons and armor, arming themselves to the teeth.

One by one, they exited the relative safety of the walls, eyes scanning the direction Logan had indicated.

’Weren’t there supposed to be guards on watch? If something too powerful appeared, shouldn’t they have warned the base sooner?’ Azrael thought as he followed the Chosen that had exited the camp and joined the formation.

At least he was glad he had gone to bed early, he didn’t feel tired from being awoken so abruptly.

He glanced at Seraphina, she stood at the front of the hastily formed formation. Isolde was a step behind, ensuring her safety.

A second later Isolde’s words resonated in the head of every Chosen in the area.

[Ten... strong]

Azrael wasn’t sure of the exact number of Chosen in camp, but he estimated at least a few dozen.

’About four or five Chosen for one target?’ He mused, his eyes searching for anyone he could team up with.

Before he could, however, Seraphina extended her palm and called forth her lightsword. The eerie light it gave off illuminated the figures that had been hiding in the darkness of the night. Whatever surprise attack plan they had come up with had completely failed.

"Unworthy Knights," Azrael muttered, eyes narrowing and grip tightening around his scythe.

The abominations didn’t let Chosen settle on a plan, shattering the ground beneath their feet, they exploded forward like a squad of deadly assassins about to massacre a whole camp.

Seraphina and Isolde, being in the front, were the first ones to meet the assault. Azrael noted that two knights had gone for Seraphina and one for Isolde.

’They have some form of intelligence. They know who the biggest threats are and target them.’

Within seconds, the Chosen’s formation shattered. Azrael hadn’t expected anything different. As soon as he saw that their enemies were of the Savage Danger Level with a Twisted Corruption Rank, he knew most of the Chosen were outmatched.

He didn’t have the luxury of worrying about other people. As he found himself on the receiving end of an attack.

Gritting his teeth, he raised his scythe and blocked the strike.

The Unworthy Knight was massive, clad in golden armor. Even if it was shattered, it still weighed a ton. The sheer force of the blow swept Azrael off his feet and hurled him away from the center of the fight.

A moment later the Unworthy Knight had dashed once more towards him with a sword raised high, ready to cut him to pieces.

He grimaced, realizing he was caught off guard. There was no way he could defend in time.

Before Azrael’s foe could reach him, however, the moves of the knight halted momentarily. The golden grass beneath its feet moved, twisting around its right leg, forcing it to remain in place.

"You looked like you could use a hand."

Azrael spared a quick glance at the person who’d come to his aid.

"Appreciate it," he nodded toward James, a second later his scythe was already going for the Unworthy Knight’s head. He wasn’t alone, as James was attacking from the rear.

It was two Marked against one Savage monster.