Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 442 - 442 206 The Descent of the Divine Weapon_3

442: Chapter 206: The Descent of the Divine Weapon_3 442: Chapter 206: The Descent of the Divine Weapon_3 In a flash, Leon’s vision transformed, everything turned into an ashen pale, with only the multitude of soul-fires scattered across the land being particularly striking.

Almost at the same time, Leon noticed an odd phenomenon occurring on the city walls.

Plumes of ethereal flames, invisible to the naked eye, were continually detaching from the corpses that could no longer sustain them.

These glimmers signified the souls of the Corpse Ghosts and the living guards that had been killed.

But the lifeless souls didn’t disperse; instead, they swirled around like a swarm of bees attracted to something, flying towards the woodland hills east of the city.

“So that’s it.

To collect souls…

There’s a Magic Technique gathering all the deceased Wandering Souls within this domain…” Lola’s voice sounded as if she had realized something.

Leon, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but feel horrified.

Wasn’t this like cheating?

Without a doubt, whether the Spellcasters commanding the Undead Army were there or not, they had to swiftly destroy the Magic Technique that was gathering souls over there.

Dismissing his magical vision, he immediately turned the Griffin around in haste, flying swiftly along the city wall searching for Olivia’s figure…

The knight girl, who had already made her way to the eastern section of the wall, glanced at the Corpse Ghosts still ceaselessly climbing up the siege ladders and, seeing the militia following her struggling to close the breach, released her long sword buried in a Corpse Demon, then stooped to pick up the heavy wooden stake from the ground.

“—Get out of the way!!” Holding the stake that would normally take several men to lift, Olivia shouted an order in Urian Language with a strong Northern accent.

The crisp voice of the young girl startled the soldiers defending the city from the Corpse Ghosts ahead; they turned around in shock, only to realize that this slender knight, like an incarnation of the War God, was actually a girl!?

Olivia, holding the wooden stake, rushed forward and fiercely rammed it into the top of the siege ladder.

Following a cringe-inducing creaking sound, through her strength alone, she managed to flip over the ladder, already filled with Corpse Ghosts and nearly impossible for ordinary people to push away, from the merlons back down to the base of the city walls.

As the crashing noise echoed among the undead, the militia spontaneously gathered around the knight girl erupted into enthusiastic cheering and roars.

Such inhuman and terrifying strength made them believe that the person before them was indeed a Valkyrie sent to the Mortal World by the War God.

A Gale stirred by the beating of wings descended, as Leon arrived on the battlements atop Death Claw.

“Olivia!

Come up, I’ve found the target!”

Upon hearing her lover’s call, the girl looked around the battlefield where the din of slaughter shook the heavens; besides the swooping Corpse Witches that continued to harass the warriors overhead, the city wall had temporarily stabilized, and the remaining ladders, at which the elite Soldiers formed a shield wall, were also successfully repelling the surging tide of the Corpse Ghosts.

But looking down from the city, the “human ladders” made of the flesh and blood of the Corpse Ghosts were steadily advancing toward the top of the walls again – the city walls were ultimately not tall enough.

They had to quickly eliminate the enemy leader!

Only then would there be a chance to turn the situation around.

Olivia turned around, intending to retrieve the weapon she had dropped earlier.

Yet to her surprise, she saw a Kantadar Warrior kneeling on the ground, struggling to hoist the heavy “Victory and Pledge”, and humbly offering the long sword with a bowed head.

(In Urian Language) “Great Valkyrie, please lead us,” the still-shaken Shatai City guard knelt down, praying in a trembling yet fervent voice.

Olivia grabbed the hilt with her right hand, taking back her Sword, and frowned…

She didn’t quite understand what the other person was saying.

The girl’s knowledge of Urian Language was currently limited to a bit of daily vernacular.

“…Stand firm…

Fight, protect the people.” Olivia responded hastily and awkwardly.

Turning briskly towards the outer wall, the girl picked up her long sword and climbed onto the merlon, then leaped onto the auxiliary seat of the Griffin…