Read Novel Full Chapter 727 - 406: Monster (Part 2)
Chapter 727 - 406: Monster (Part 2)
An elderly knight stood behind the battlements; his eyesight was not as sharp as it once was, but his instincts honed on the battlefield were more accurate than any eagle eye.
He grabbed the arm of the knight beside him abruptly, his voice trembling: "Look... over there!"
The thick fog was dispersed by the air currents created by the cavalry charge.
Below the city, a banner burned and mottled by flames yet still imposing unfurled in the wind.
The dark golden dragon pattern, dragon wings spread, dragon claws clutching the Imperial Longsword.
Only the royal family’s lineal personal guard had the privilege to hoist it.
Instantly, the city wall fell silent.
The banner was raised personally by a tall knight.
He removed his helmet, revealing a face that no elderly knight in the Imperial Capital would forget.
Years had engraved deep marks on his face, yet his gaze remained as sharp as a blade.
He roared, his voice piercing through the rain: "I am — Kaelin August!"
That name exploded like thunder on the city wall.
"When I stood at the border blocking the beast tide years ago! Many of you stood behind me!"
Pointing to the dragon banner in his hand, his voice sliced through the air: "And now for a few bloodstained gold coins given by that beast! You plan to shoot arrows at this banner?"
On the wall, a knight’s fully drawn bowstring abruptly loosened, the arrow strayed, grazing past the battlement.
The deputy commander of the Fifth Legion stood high up on the city wall; his armor was intricately adorned, his greed more radiant than the gleaming light.
He took the money from Rhine, and received a death order, shouting, "Don’t listen to his nonsense! He is a traitor! I order you to shoot! Whoever kills him, will be rewarded with ten thousand gold!"
Yet the rain of arrows... remained sparse.
Some knights merely hesitated, while others lowered their heads, not daring to face the dragon banner; some had quietly taken arrows off the strings.
During that brief hesitation.
A ground-shaking rumble sounded from outside the city.
Over ten thousand border knights pressed onto the Imperial Capital like a tide!
The Dragon Blood youths climbed silently, while the true steel storm charged from the front.
"Charge!"
Kaelin swung the dragon banner, his voice exuberant as if declaring war against the heavens.
His warhorse reared, neighing in the dark.
Over ten thousand knights roared and charged with him, fighting energy igniting like flames in the darkness, illuminating every wavering face on the city wall.
Chaos reigned on the atop the city wall.
......
The first batch of Dragon Blood youths had already climbed over the wall’s edge.
They moved swiftly, as if propelled silently by strings, driven by nothing but bone-chilling bloodlust.
As soon as they landed, the blood-colored fighting energy around them erupted.
Like a bucket of fresh blood splashed around them, the mist-like blood aura swept through the air, tightening the knights’ throats nearby, leaving them gasping as though gripped tightly.
These youths... clearly no older than fifteen or sixteen.
Yet their blood-colored fighting energy was as dense as that of elite knights who survived a hundred slaughtering.
They appeared as if hailing from a cursed abyss, with gray-black scales covering the sides of their faces.
Their eyes were lifeless with vertical pupils, razor-sharp teeth visible on the corners of their mouths, black rune patterns vaguely pulsating under their skin.
All of this told the Imperial Capital knights, that these were no longer human.
A knight reacted quickly, slashing horizontally to cut a rushing youth in half.
Yet the moment the blade pierced his body, the youth astonishingly grabbed the sword.
Scales flew as the sword drew blood.
But he felt no pain, hesitated not, retreated not.
Instead, leveraging the anchoring force of the sword embedded in his body, he pushed forward: "Urgh—!"
He threw himself onto the knight’s chest, his razor-sharp teeth sinking into the artery on the knight’s neck!
A pillar of blood spurted out, drawing a terrifying arc through the air.
The knight’s fighting energy burst despairingly but couldn’t shake off this frenzied flesh.
Three nearby knights simultaneously rushed up yet moved a moment too late.
The youth, like a ravenous wolf, tore the knight’s throat out.
Blood splattered his face, intensifying his blood-colored fighting energy.
"A... monster!!" someone screamed.
Someone retreated, knocking over comrades; more couldn’t hold their weapons, their hands shaking.
Another Dragon Blood youth directly charged at a lance.
The spear pierced his abdomen, but he didn’t halt for a single step.
His intestines were churned out, yet he slid closer along the lance, gripping the knight’s helmet with both hands with force.
"Cra—!"
The knight’s armor split apart, his skull twisted.
The next second, he pulled out the lance from his abdomen, swinging it like a club to sweep a nearby knight off the wall!
Blood rain fell, howls resounded.
As the tide of monsters continued to surge, the psychological defenses of the Imperial Capital’s defenders were ripped open with a gigantic breach.
"I wasn’t here... to sacrifice..."
"Stay away! Stay away!!"
Someone, breaking down, threw away weapons and ran, some prayed on their knees, others stumbled back and fell, being trampled by companions.
But the Dragon Blood youths displayed no elation.
They simply continued executing their implanted commands.
Go up, kill, destroy... and increasingly frantically until expending the last bit of life.
......
And the city wall of the Imperial Capital, at this moment, truly began to crumble.
Amidst the chaos on the rampart, the prince’s personal guard set up a scaling ladder under the wall, with the Second Prince first to leap onto it, sword in hand.
An arrow grazed his cheek, pierced through his ear, yet he didn’t even blink.
Then the commander of the Fifth Legion, observing the blood-soaked, demonic-like Second Prince, dared not look further, recalling the boiling blood from charging alongside the Second Prince at the border.
He also realized that the check given by the Fourth Prince would likely never be cashed.
The storm howled over the wall, arrow feathers flew chaotically in the dark rain and mist, but what truly shattered this segment of defense was not the enemy’s offensive, but the fear ripped open in the defenders’ hearts.
A defending knight finally crumbled.
He tossed away his Imperial Longsword, kneeling heavily in the bloody water, tears rolling down mingled with rain.
"Your Highness! We can surrender! Spare us... I charged with you before!"
The voice wailed like a dying beast.
He thought the Second Prince would pause, would pardon his sins like before, for he was just a regular knight swept along.
But it wasn’t the Second Prince who came.
Three Dragon Blood youths landed in front of him unannounced.
Their actions were light as shadows, yet bore nauseating power.
They didn’t comprehend surrender; their world contained only one command... kill!
The knight hadn’t screamed before three Dragon Blood youths lunged simultaneously, nails, razor-sharp teeth, brutal tearing sounds in the rain conspicuously cruel.
Flesh exploded between armor crevices, fragmented bone fragments splattered on stone bricks, like discarded remnants.
His pupils dilated right before death, turned upward, seeking the Second Prince’s pardon for one last glance.
Kaelin traversed past his corpse without a glance,
His boots stepping onto the warm blood muck, continuing to climb, as if ascending his own staircase.
The supervisory squad drew swords seeking to create a blockade, one shouting: "Stop them! Block—"
Before they finished shouting, Kaelin was already there.
His Fighting Spirit Sword Light sliced through the rain like a silver line.
A diagonal slash, three supervisors’ bodies split instantly from chest to abdomen.
Armor shattered, blood sprayed in the rain, segments of corpses rolling down the slope.
Kaelin lifted the broken sword tip, his voice cold and hard, like iron drawn from the furnace: "Charge in."
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it drowned out all wind and rain.
"Leave none alive!"
The phrase ignited gunpowder.
The next moment, Dragon Blood youths, frontier iron riders, defected knights, all pressed toward the breach like a flood.
The entire defense line collapsed with a hum, stone surfaces vibrated beneath trampling.
Scaffolding was pushed up against the wall, metal hooks biting firmly into the battlements.
Hundreds of knights began to climb, iron armor constantly collided, emitting heavy clashing sounds.
Rain flowed down their armor plates, yet couldn’t wash away the bloodlust or killing intent.