Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 445 - 445 208 The Tide Ebbs

445: Chapter 208: The Tide Ebbs 445: Chapter 208: The Tide Ebbs Opening his face armor, Yevan took deep breaths of the blood-scented air, surrounded by the shrieks of countless Wandering Souls, dragging his wounded and exhausted body amidst the remaining guards to slaughter the Corpse Ghosts climbing the city walls.

The glimpse of hope in the dire situation appeared as fleeting as an epiphyllum, as if no matter how many Living Corpses were killed, there were always endlessly more Undead rushing forth.

There were fewer and fewer living people on the city walls, some were killed, but more fled the battlefield in fear.

The front lines shattered, and a large number of Living Corpses had already rushed into the city.

At a haste glance, seeing Living Corpses running in the streets and alleys, Yevan could almost hear the screams aroused by the Corpse Demons slaughtering the civilians.

Turning his head to see Ron, still fiercely fighting nearby, he never imagined his last battle in life would be alongside this mob leader.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood-stained sputum, the bloody-faced Knight leaned against the stone wall of the city battlement tower, losing all fear of death in the fierce battle.

He had tried his best; he hadn’t shamed his title.

Shatai’s Yevan fought until the last moment, dying today to protect his family and territory, hoping his ancestors would accept his soul…

Another exhausted soldier was overwhelmed and brought down by several Corpse Ghosts.

In his struggle, watching the foul, rotting large mouths biting at him, the warrior helplessly faced the descending despair.

But suddenly, he noticed the movements of the Living Corpses on top of him stop, their ghostly eyes shining close by, seemed to show a struggling expression.

The instinct to survive didn’t allow the soldier to think of anything else, hastily using hands and feet to pull back his limbs, frantically crawling out of the encirclement of Corpse Ghosts.

He picked up his War Saber, turning around to see that all the surrounding Corpse Ghosts had stopped their frenzied actions, then, as if dazed, turned their bodies one by one and ran eastward.

Retreating like the Undead, one by one fell off the city wall, even facing the counterattack and slashing of the guards, they showed no reaction.

The astonished guard came to the battlements to look, and the Undead ladder relay built by the Corpse Ghosts collapsed with a roar, the countless Undead outside the city seemed to give up on besieging like a receding tide.

The rustling sound of flapping wings came from behind within the town, and the dumbfounded guard turned his head to look, a flock of winged Corpse Demons gave up massacring and soared into the air toward their original direction.

“…They’re retreating!

Hahaha—!

My lord!

My lord!

They’re retreating!!”

The immense joy of escaping from a desperate situation made the guard weep uncontrollably as he turned back and shouted to the Baron’s second son.

The delighted cheers of the soldiers rose on the city walls, and no one even swung their weapons to kill those Living Corpses rushing back from the city to the walls, and eagerly leaped out of the walls.

…What happened?

Yevan stared at the sudden reversal of events, supporting himself with his blade, limping to the battlements, looking up in the direction where the Undead Corpse Sea was retreating, only to see at the edge of the field, a sinister green pillar of light penetrating the sky…

…

Bearing with dizziness, Leon hurriedly stood up and looked up at the green light tide rushing into the dark clouds, expecting to see countless Wandering Souls scatter and turn into shooting stars across the sky after destroying the Magic Technique altar.

Instead, he discovered that these countless sorrowful Wandering Souls, still bound by some force, aggregated like a long snake flying toward a distant direction in the east.

“…This Clock Carriage, is just one node in the extension of some massive ritual…” Lola’s voice brought Leon’s attention back to the moment.

Turning his head, seeing a flock of Heavy Armor Corpse Ghosts charging towards him, Leon dared not continue to fight.

He quickly grabbed the Griffin Whistle hanging on his waist, and blew it hard toward the Death Claw area.

Seeing the distant Griffins responding to the sound and taking off, Leon hurriedly extinguished the Flame Blade that was almost burning dry of Magic Power, raised his hand to recall Canis who was about to rise and fight again, inserted the Netti Card back into his waist pack, and turned without any shame to run.

At the end of his strength, alone he could not stand against so many Heavy Armor enemies, it was time to retreat.

“…Unforgivable!!”

With the Soul Summoning Bell destroyed, losing the control over the massive sea of corpses, the soul feeling the dim summoning, thinking of the torment and punishment to be endured upon return, the enraged Corpse Witch’s hoarse roar tightened the grip on his bone staff, taking control once more over the surrounding Guardian of the Dead Soul: “…Must atone, kill him before returning, kill this troublemaker for the master!”

The Heavy Armor Corpse Ghosts, initially running eastward, quickened their thundering steps, lifting their weapons to chase down the living.

Noticing the pursuit, Leon quickly turned sideways into the adjacent woodland and dashed away, not believing those Corpse Ghosts could catch up with him in the rugged woods.

Seeing the knight dive into the woods, the Corpse Witch stepped forward, following the Guardian of the Dead Soul, but his slightly sluggish perception noticed the raven feather cloak being lifted by the Gale behind him.

The brain of the Corpse Ghost connected by Magic Power turned one hundred eighty degrees to look back.

In his field of vision, the last thing seen was a pair of huge claws…

—Whoosh!

The wind pressure howled as the king of birds, like a giant eagle, swooped down from the sky.

Precise and lethal, the beast’s claws clamped onto a prey among the Corpse Ghost group, the Griffin slightly tilted its massive wings, grabbing it up into the midair, exerting just a little force to crush the frail Corpse Witch into pieces.

The claws finely crushed the submerged corpse in its grasp until the fragmented remains fell through the claw gaps, the Griffin could not help but emit a jubilant cry, as if the previous pain it endured was completely avenged.

Holding the reins, Olivia glanced at the Corpse Ghost fragments falling from midair, somewhat anxiously leaned forward pointing towards the woodland urging, “Big Claw!

Leon is there, go and rescue him back!”