Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 879: A Selfish Decision

According to the calculations Anna had made with her system, it would take thirty minutes until the Behemoth Clan reached the town of Flendon's wall.

Even with the Crimson Crane and the guards pushing themselves to the limit with their weapons, along with the pills used, they had already lasted far longer than any of them expected.

Although the guards might still not have fallen, nor had the Crimson Crane, Anna could only imagine how exhausted they were, and she was right.

At the wall of the town of Flendon, Anna's prediction was coming true. The Crimson Crane had decided to take the brunt of the force.

They had gathered, making a turtle-like formation in front of the guards. They were already weak, some of them even dropping their weapons in battle.

They had fought hard enough, and the Crimson Crane was doing what they could to keep on fighting.

"Arghh!" Tilon shouted, as he blocked a sword strike, and then, with his feet, he pushed forward. His technique allowed him to rush, and he pushed back around twenty or so members.

"Tilon's like the only one with strength still!" Lily said. The skin around her hand had already been ripped off from fighting nonstop with the spear.

"It's the shield," Reno said. "He gets the energy from those attacking, but the problem now is, there's next to no one to stop him from being attacked from behind!"

Members of the Behemoth Clan had jumped from behind, trying to get to Tilon, but Kizer, with his large sword, swung from above, cutting right through a blade and another Behemoth Clan member.

"Stop doing stupid things!" Kizer shouted. "We need to stay together, just focus on blocking!"

Kizer and Tilon returned back to the others, but that's when they could see things were useless.

"We can't reach them anymore," Cronker said. "I can't get them back from the wall."

They could see that the Behemoth Clan, with the lack of arrows firing, were just running up the wall itself. Cronker and his team of fighters had been taking care of those scaling the wall, but they were unable to move.

The muscles in their legs wouldn't allow it anymore.

"Keep going, we are winning this fight!" Andy said as he swung his sword and clashed with one of the warriors who jumped up from the wall.

He was pushed back and fell into a group of guards. Andy was not a professional Pagna warrior, only someone who was recruited in the last fight.

Even with special weapons, there wasn't much that he could do.

As for the people, there was next to no surge of energy in front of them. The strength of the 2000 had lost around six hundred so far in the fight and had taken out over six thousand of the enemy.

It was an incredible achievement, something that would seem impossible with their numbers when fighting against warriors.

But it still wasn't enough. The enemy still had ten thousand strong, and now next to all of them were scaling the wall.

The warrior charged forward again, and in doing so, he lifted his sword, ready to strike Andy down. Mid-swing, the sword was stopped as sticky white substance had surrounded it.

Right after, a fist had come out, hitting the man in the stomach and sending him flying back from the wall.

"Argh, what is that!" one of the guards called out.

What they were witnessing was some type of creature of sorts, one with a large number of arms and a strange spider-like mouth.

"Is that... Dame? What is he doing here?" Alba asked. "Does that mean... is he here?" Dame had quickly started to swing his arms, using the power of his special gauntlets. Qi blasts were leaving his hands, hitting the warriors off the wall, constantly sending them flying back. Dame then jumped up to the wall, and with his mouth, started to shout out the substance, wrapping the enemies' hands, tying them up to their swords.

From where Dame was, he continued to fling his fists as he made sure no one else was able to scale the wall.

'I waited and waited, I hoped I could bring you to Flendon as quickly as possible, but I don't know what happened. I couldn't just leave these guys,' Dame thought. 'I had to help them.' Fixteen, who was also fighting on the top of the wall, looked at Dame with admiration. Even though he was a hybrid, he didn't care about that for a second.

He was just amazed that, for the first time, he saw Dame acting out, protecting people and fighting.

However, even with the addition of Dame, there would be warriors that would still come through and fight. It was at that moment that he could hear a groan coming from his side.

He quickly rushed over to the small-framed girl.

"Froma, Froma, you're awake."

Froma opened her eyes slowly. She still felt strange, like a shiver was inside her entire body. What stood out to her, though, were the constant screams that she could hear.

The sound of fighting continued.

"Froma... I don't want to ask you this, but we're in a dire situation... with your weapon, with the Dark Magus weapon, can you do what you did before? You can do it, right? You can hold them back just for a while more?" Fixteen asked.

"No!" Froma screamed instantly and pushed Fixteen off from on top of her.

"That pain, those feelings, that emotion," Froma said as she grabbed herself. "I never want to go through that again, never, never!"

She grabbed her head, her eyes widened, and she nearly fell to her knees at that moment. She didn't even want to think of the recent pain she had gone through.

As she looked on the floor, though, droplets of blood could be seen. Several drops of blood could be seen on the wall, right at the front, and they were continuing to drop.

As she looked at what was happening, she could see it. She could see the archers—the regular guards—had next to no skin left on their fingertips as they had been pulling the bows

nonstop.

Some of them had been hit and their bodies were hanging on the wall. Yet despite this, despite the fear and tears in their eyes, they continued to pull the string and fire arrows down. "I'm... going home... I'm going to see my baby again!" one of the men shouted.

Hearing this, it was when Froma made her decision.

"How can I, a Pagna warrior, be scared of death... and not even real death, just the experience

of it, when all of these guys are going through it?"

It was then that Froma quickly jumped on top of the wall, and out from her body, the red

liquid had formed into the bow once more.

She could see a large amount coming toward them.

'I passed out last time... and it's most likely I'll pass out again... if that's the case, then I at

least need to make a big dent in them.'

"Legendary Blood Bow!" Froma called out. "Five thousand arrows!"