Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 439 - 439 205 Death March_3

439: Chapter 205 Death March_3 439: Chapter 205 Death March_3 With a helpless sigh, he thought of his timid father, who at least managed to take his mother and his own wife and children to escape from death, and no longer dwelt on it.

As a knight of Kantadar, he should have died on the battlefield, but he never expected this day to come so suddenly.

Yet now, dying to protect his family and territory, Yevan felt he was worthy of his honor and status.

Yevan looked at the man who remained calm in the face of the sea of corpses outside the city and couldn’t help asking this leader of the refugees, who was about to share the fate of Shatai City, “Who are you?”

“Just a deserter scared stiff in Rolannar…” Ron looked towards the densely packed Corpse Ghosts in the distance, as well as the ranks of Spear silhouettes becoming visible behind, his face showing a bitter smile.

“Is this…

the punishment sent down by the gods spoken of by the Seryan people…”

…

“…Not enough…

still not enough…

for the master…

need more….”

Ghoulish eyeballs, devoid of eyelids, fixated on the town from his lingering memories before death.

The face, severely decayed and corroded, had lost all semblance of its original appearance.

The blood-stained crow feather cloak covered the silent, desiccated body of Wizard Kantadar, whose fingers, like deadwood, tightly grasped the reins of the nightmarish Corpse Horse below him.

The creaking and heavy sound of the turning axles came from behind the Corpse Ghost Wizard.

Several oxen and horse carcasses glowing with a pale green light tirelessly and silently dragged a huge carriage filled with mutilated Corpse Ghosts.

The spikes on both sides of the frame were strung with the half skeletons of men, women, and children of all ages.

The already dead remains seemed to still host souls that screamed in agony.

Whenever the tortured cries rhythmically sounded, a gloomy light extracted from the souls flowed down the rune bearings beneath the spikes, transferring into the massive iron bell within the frame.

—Boom!

The loud bell sound vibrantly resonated, and beside the gigantic Corpse Cart, numerous dark green Ghost shadows suddenly appeared.

The ear-piercing cries of the resentful ghosts like an invisible storm swirled around the bell that bound the Wandering Souls, similar to schools of fish in the sea.

“….Reap…

all the living…”

The Corpse Ghost Wizard, raising his left-hand bone Magic Wand, silently issued a command.

The skull on the tip of the Magic Wand, its mouth smeared in blood, incited a terrifying scream.

The sea of corpses spread across the hills seemed to boil suddenly.

Countless crawling and rushing Corpse Ghosts moved even faster towards the high walls of Shatai City.

Following them, like an army march, were the skeletal soldiers donned in Kantadar and Urian Armor, their joints clattering faster as they ran.

The city’s guard only then saw the terrifying Undead up close; what they thought were torches turned out to be eerie fires flickering within the eye sockets of the Corpse Ghosts.

“Fire arrows!!”

Yevan, suppressing the loathsome panic within him, roared at the Crossbowmen and the Bed Crossbows on top of the towers.

Dense volleys of arrows sped towards the advancing sea of corpses within range, and massive Crossbow Arrows from the city head thudded and sped towards the vast swarming corpses.

Accompanied by the thudding of arrows piercing flesh and breaking bones, hundreds of arrows chaotically penetrated the unflinching walking corpses.

However, the bodies riddled with arrows only slightly slowed down, and even those that were toppled got up again; except for those pinned to the ground by giant arrows from the Bed Crossbows struggling and unable to move, none seemed to have sustained any significant damage.

“…Useless, it’s useless!

They won’t die!

No, I don’t want to die—!”

The first signs of collapse emerged among the Militia and refugees on the city wall, as a few cowardly men turned and ran.

Immediately after, their terror abruptly ended in screams.

A man briskly chased down the retreating figures and directly severed their heads, Ron flung the blood from his long sword, and bellowed fiercely: “Fleeing is death!

Fighting might allow survival!

Grip your weapons if you don’t want to die!”

After executing the mutineers that disturbed the military’s morale, he kicked their Spears into the hands of another cowering refugee without weapons and returned to the front of the battlements.

However, the next second, he heard the sound of wings flapping.

A group of Winged Corpse Demons, which had been crawling and hiding among the Corpse Ghosts, finally reached the vicinity of the city walls, soaring into the air like giant human-sized bats…