Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 599 - 599 282 Dawn Breaks Part 2

599: Chapter 282 Dawn Breaks Part 2 599: Chapter 282 Dawn Breaks Part 2 Olivia’s figure stepped out for the second time, and with a swoosh, she was already standing atop the inner wall of the blood-stained battle.

Her eyes shone with a golden light beneath her helmet as the knight girl gripped her sword and shouted fiercely.

The high-density tides of magic elements surged violently, and the invisible, turbulent wind of magic power stirred under the influence of the disturbing magic field.

In that instant, under the dim light of the city wall’s swaying fire basins, centered around Olivia, bewildered vampire banshees and warriors were thrown out of the shadowy trembling blood mist.

Following closely behind her, the Avalon Knights, Holy Lake Knights, and Ranger Knights rushed the wall, the warriors like a flood overwhelming and slaughtering all the vampires that struggled to rise.

….Wielding the blade of Gungnir, he pierced through the last vampire banshee that lunged at him.

Leon looked at the screaming and howling undead, silently in his heart.

Perhaps they too were among the victims tortured to death by the thugs in that city massacre.

Summoning magic power, the pure molten fire igniting from the magic gun swiftly consumed the twisted demon body of the enemy.

He holstered the gun, shaking the ashes off the wing blade, and then walked towards the blue-robed West Bay Knight, heavily injured and resting against a wall corner in his view.

“Report the situation, Sir.”

The knight, unable to rise due to his sword wound, tapped his chest armor with the sword hilt with difficulty: “….Marshal, the inner fort has been completely lost.

We couldn’t defeat the monsters that invaded the fortress, and the Thorny Flower Army and Kantadar Army suffered heavy losses.

Now, only the Sea Eagle Knights can still hold the inner wall…”

The young Sea Eagle Knight grimaced with pain and laughed bitterly: “If it weren’t for your timely return, we, cornered from both sides, wouldn’t even be able to hold this section of the wall; those damn creatures are deliberately torturing us.

They could have broken through the defenses long ago…”

“…You’ve done your best.

I’ll make them pay for their arrogance.” Leon nodded.

He turned swiftly and walked back to the awaiting generals, carrying his magic gun.

“Kovis, Lokhak, you two take fifty Lion Wings and fifty Crow Wings and hold this place.”

“As you command!” The Red Knight, gripping his halberd, banged it against the floor with determination, echoing the firm voice of the Eagle Knight.

“Olivia, Larian, each of you take one hundred Blade Wing warriors along the walls to support other besieged gates and stabilize the defense line.”

“Understood!” The Golden Lion Knight and Moonlight Knight nodded in response.

“Everyone else, come with me to annihilate the vampire army within the fortress.”

The knight alliance promptly moved upon receiving orders.

Leon led the remaining Avalon warriors, Ranger Knights, and Holy Lake Knights back over the suspension bridge, advancing towards the pitch-black fortress interior.

Walking at the forefront with Commander Irem, the Holy Lake Priest and Southern Country wizards wielded the Holy Light, illuminating the blood-drenched corridor for everyone.

Upon entering the eerily silent dark fortress, now overcrowded with the opened soldiers’ corpses filling the interior of Kilmerton Fortress.

“…May Illaril bless their souls.” Irem, standing to one side, muttered a solemn eulogy.

The team stepped over the disfigured corpses, kicking open doors intentionally barred in each sector of the region.

Multiple squads swept the fortress along the corridors, delving into the inner hallways.

Priests of the Magic Ring from the Holy Lake chanted spells, and the vibrating light of the Holy Light revealed countless vampire demon ghosts clinging to the ceiling.

Piercing screeches echoed, and the hanging vampires, like startled bats, swooped down, sparking battles explosively everywhere.

Discarding the unwieldy long weapons, the warriors brandished various short weapons, fearlessly following their leader towards those translucent shadows.

Screams, curses, the sparks when claws tore armor, the blood splattering from cutting down vile creatures.

Lanterns and torches flickered, their intermittent glow flashing through the fortress’s small windows.

The battle to reclaim the Inner City grew more intense.

Outside, battle cries mingled with blades, dragon roars with flames, and the iron fists of magic giants pulverized the decaying flesh and bones…

As time wore on, the stone and iron-like Helarn military formation pushed the battle line steadily into the Inner City.

With dawn approaching, Ines unleashed the alliance’s long-held wrath, sending thousands of warriors down the wall to close in on the reinforcing army that had penetrated the fortress, swallowing the final, chaotic undead.

The rising sun cast the first rays of dawn, and within and outside the gigantic fortress, the battle finally began to subside.

In the misty early morning light, Leon could no longer find any hiding vampire undead.

Exiting the inner fort’s gate, he dissolved the blood-soaked Gungnir into nothingness.

A scab of blood, without support, fell from the air.

Leon looked at the coalition soldiers still seeking out remaining vampires throughout the alleys, thinking it was probably a futile endeavor.

Halfway through the battle, he had already discovered that many vampire undead were escaping from here, as if they knew the sun was about to rise and withdrew from the fortress of their own accord.

It seemed they feared the sun even more than typical corpse ghosts would be weakened by it.

Calling them vampires really was spot-on.

Leon sighed, maneuvering around the fallen remnants of an open-air balcony, stepping onto the pockmarked ground, surveying the plaza filled with pits and deep fissures.

Undoubtedly caused by the battle, yet unlike magic spells, it seemed to be pure physical destruction.

He turned his gaze back, glancing at the empty space left by the falling terrace in the fortress’s mid-levels.

The dining hall inside the main castle had already collapsed; it seemed like it had been subjected to a massive explosion.

He wondered what kind of battle the fortress endured before he rushed back, but just by those remaining vampire demon ghosts alone, such destruction couldn’t be possible.

To find out what happened to the fortress last night, he could only inquire of the survivors.

“——Leon!”

Hearing Azeryan’s distant call, he turned, seeing a companion rushing in from the direction of the inner wall.

He briskly walked towards Azeryan, supported by Lokhak, feeling relieved to see his brother unharmed.

“Are the injuries severe?” he asked.

Azeryan shook his head gravely: “My injuries aren’t the important matter, but….

Lord Eriv he…”

Watching the deep bitterness etched on his brother’s face, Leon felt a jolt in his heart.

“What happened to the Earl?”

“Lord Eriv, Lord Balfe, Lord Krosh, Lord Targas…they all tragically died in battle.”

“…” Upon hearing this, a wave of grief akin to losing a close elder washed over Leon, and he silently closed his eyes.

Although he had heard last night about the heavy losses of the Thorny Flower Army, he never imagined the harm even reached the Sealing Lord himself.

Azeryan bit his lip, piercing shame stabbing into his heart.

He too adored the earnest Earl of Thorny Flower who was generous and kind to him, but now, the one who killed his master, whom he was pledged loyalty to, was….

his own father.

No matter what madness had overtaken his father, this was an indisputable fact.

While no one yet knew this truth, he dared not face the bereft Sir David.

“Let’s gather Lord Eriv’s remains immediately…..” Azeryan urged, directing Leon’s attention to the plaza, the bloody scene of last night’s battle.

But he suddenly paused, stunned by the sight.

“Did you already have the battlefield cleaned?” Azeryan looked at Leon.

Leon stifled his inner sorrow, opening a slightly puzzled glance towards the direction his brother indicated.

The plaza’s ground was stained with large patches of coagulated blood, resembling a deep red carpet.

Leon turned back, meeting Azeryan’s inexplicably fearful gaze.

A bad premonition welled up within him: “We just finished sweeping the threats in the Inner City.

The soldiers, marching day and night, are all too exhausted to clean the battlefield…

you mean to say…”

Lokhak, noticing the duo’s expressions, grasped the implication: “Leon, you once said to avoid being bitten by those so-called ‘vampires’ during the battle, or it might…

could it be?”

Azeryan forcibly calmed his emotions, looking seriously at Leon: “If the soldiers didn’t clean the battlefield, then there’s another possibility, perhaps the vampire undead devoured the corpses.”

However, Leon heard a sigh in his heart.

“…No need for wild guesses.

Sadly, what gathers there is a magic power odious to me…

it’s the handiwork of the ‘Blood Demon’…”

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