Night of the Soulless Heathens – 439



#440. Manifestation of Darkness 3

Unlike other fallen Celestials who lost their human form and became grotesque monsters Triodana still retained her human form.

But his wings alone have a more ominous and terrifying appearance than any other beings….

The moment they looked even the undead of the Fimbul Horde felt their consciousness being absorbed.

It was a wing made of emptiness that sucked in everything that existed.

A darkness that makes you feel as if your eyes are being ripped out raw just by looking at it.

Triodana with her wings spread led the other fallen Celestials through the sky bypassing the Fireglyph.

The targets were reinforcements from the Fimbul Horde and the Sisters of Mercy from the Chadra Monastery who were attempting to join Fireglyph.

“No way!”

Undead riders riding skeletal wyverns flew towards the fallen Celestials.

But when Triodana took the lead and swung his sword darkness took over the space as if he were painting with a large brush dipped in ink using the empty space as a canvas.

Even the undead fell down screaming in despair when consumed by that darkness.

The nuns of the Order of Mercy used their magic to target Triodana but it was only enough to temporarily force the fallen Celestials to retreat.

Even the Fimbul Horde was eventually forced to retreat before the onslaught of corrupted Celestials led by Triodana.

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“Defeated? The Fimbul Horde?”

Azadin was startled as he listened to the story.

“It was not the entire Fimbul Horde that was defeated but rather those who had gone out to rescue Fireglyph.”

“It wasn’t even like Lord Sok was there he was just a part of our forces.”

The Whites corrected Azadin’s words.

The news that the Fimbul Horde Lord Sok’s army had been defeated seemed to have scratched their pride.

But their resentment soon turned into disgust or fear of the enemy.

“Still it was really horrible.”

Azadin felt a mixture of emotions as he looked at the fatigue and despair on the pale faces of the whites.

‘The Whites are horrible enough but to say that these undead are horrible…’

I suddenly wondered how terrifying the army of fallen Celestials must be for the Wights to react this way.

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If even the Fimbul Horde can shake a scholar what about the Sisters of Chadra?

“How much damage did the convent suffer?”

“I managed to escape cleverly but there were still quite a few….”

“Is Prince Kalintz dead or alive?”

When Azadin asked about Prince Kalintz’s life or death Dahlia nodded.

“We have it.”

“You secured it?”

“We rescued him. It was our mission from the Master to rescue him before Fireglyph fell. And he has shown enough leadership to earn our respect.”

Prince Kalintz has usually run Fireglyph without any particular personality like a drunk on alcohol or a watered down one.

Because he stamped his seal on everything Azadin offered without any criticism the world used to call him the Prince of Azadin’s weakling.

But in a moment of crisis Prince Kalintz showed his capabilities sufficiently.

It is quite a feat for the wights of the Fimbul Horde to even mention the word respect in passing.

“Okay. Then can you tell me what you know about the current troop deployment of the Wisdom Order?”

“Yes. The enemy has taken over Fireglyph the Southern Road and the Southeast Rock Fortress and is plundering supplies and moving them to St. Mallory.”

Dahlia scratched the ground with a stick marking the current positions of the Wisdom Cult the Fimbul Horde and other forces on the Chadra Plateau.

The Wisdom Order is plundering supplies from the Chadra Plateau and raiding Azadin’s warehouses.

If we leave this as is Azadin’s forces will wither away.

However it is a formidable enemy that has even driven out the Fimbul Horde in a fight.

Moreover Azadin now only has a part of the messenger clan with him.

“So King Azadin. What are you doing here with these… messengers?”

“To assassinate Lord Triodana and disintegrate the enemy’s central power.”

“Is that so? Haa.”

She shook her head.

“I wonder if it would be possible to assassinate Triodana. It is not human. It has become a being of the Nether’s servants or rather an incarnation of the god of death.”

Everyone was speechless when they heard that.

Even to the fearless Heralds these Wights are no ordinary beings. They are tortured souls knee-deep in the river of death and they seem to be the very blasphemy against humanity cast into human form.

A subtle fear and despair is felt from these beings of curse and blasphemy.

The beings that terrified them Triodana and the Wisdom Cult felt like the trumpet call of the opening battle that would begin the end of the human world.

“That’s why we were already gathering the corpses of the dead to create the undead and fight against them. But you interfered with that. Do you really think you can interfere with us and handle this situation in your own way?”

The Whites were openly hostile to Azadin for interfering with the undead ritual.

Dahlia who had been a beautiful woman until just a moment ago becomes angry and her face changes into that of an evil spirit.

But Azadin looked at her calmly and nodded.

“Assassinating Triodana is a priority. But before that I would like to meet with Lord Sok.”

“Your Majesty the Sok is researching a spell to ward off the cold.”

“Then I would like to see Prince Kalintz. I assume you are protecting him. Guide him.”

“…….”

The Whites looked at Azadin with astonishment at his brazen demands for this and that while interfering with their work.

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‘What are you going to do? Sir Sok who is dying of thirst must have told you something.’

Azadin knew that no matter what they had no choice but to respect him.

“Okay. Okay. Then I’ll take you to see Prince Calintz.”

The Whites guided Azadin to their camp.

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A pale-faced young elf Wight greeted Azadin at the entrance to the hut and frowned.

She was wearing a pure white field gown but it was stained with blood.

“Sister Dahlia? The patient still needs to be stable.”

“I must see it. His Majesty Azadin said so.”

“Is Prince Kalintz in bad condition?”

“Well of course it’s not good. Isn’t it stranger that it’s good when your left arm is cut off?”

But then a cough was heard inside the cabin.

“Prince Calintz?”

“Oh Your Majesty. You have come.”

As Azadin opened the door and went in there was Prince Kalintz lying in a sickbed.

Not only was his left arm cut off but there was also a scar on his face from where he had been stabbed by the claws of some beast and pus was still oozing out over the scab.

Azadin reached out and touched Prince Kalintz’s wound.

In an instant the scab fell off and new flesh grew to fill the spot.

The newly grown flesh is exceptionally white and smooth appearing like white spots.

Azadin used the power of the New King’s Book to heal Prince Kalintz.

But it also activated Prince Kalintz’s body and intensified the pain causing him to scream in pain.

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah no. I am more ashamed. I lost the Fireglyph that Your Majesty entrusted to me.”

“Um it feels awkward when you speak to me formally.”

Originally Prince Kalintz was Azadin’s superior when Azadin was a knight of the Knights of the Salvation Order.

However when Azadin declared himself the king of Banling he who had been Azadin’s superior became Azadin’s vassal.

Given this position Prince Kalintz’s respect for Azadin is bound to feel awkward.

“Jan saved my life and died. Not only Jan but most of the Aragasa who came with me fought heroically and died in battle.”

“….”

“It was a bit too much for me.”

“No that’s not true. Zan was a great warrior and had a keen eye for people. He risked his life to save the people he needed to save.”

“I wish I could believe that. Hmm. Then please forgive my rudeness. I received a healing spell and I am now very sleepy.”

Prince Calintz left those words behind and fell asleep again.

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“It was a remarkable feat to have led the escape of the civilians while the castle fell and to have led the way while reinforcements arrived. To have fought against enemies even the Fimbul Horde feared.”

Ismail honestly admired Prince Kalintz.

“…If they heard what I just said they’d be in trouble.”

Indim nodded to the whites outside the cabin and snickered.

“So what are we going to do? Our captain?”

“There is no change in the plan. We will attack Triodana.”

“But did you hear? The opponent said he could fly. And he could fly better than a wyvern.”

Most large winged creatures such as wyverns or hippogriffs primarily use gliding flight. The flight maneuverability of the fallen Celestials is far superior to theirs so even if Azadin brings a hippogriff he will have no chance.

However it is difficult to shoot arrows from the ground into the sky to shoot them down as even if they are arrows from the Herald Clan they are affected by gravity.

Shooting enemies in the air will have less power but from what I’ve heard there’s no guarantee that you can subdue Triodana who has already completed her transformation with a weakened arrow.

“From what I’ve seen what the Fimbul Horde’s undead are trying to create from the piles of corpses are wraiths spirit-formed free-flying wraiths.”

Seraph spoke cautiously.

The undead of the Fimbul Horde also experienced the free flight of the corrupted Celestials and attempted to create wraiths to counter their flying abilities.

It is clear why Seraph brought this up.

In order to counter the fallen Celestials who have powerful flying abilities we also need to create beings that can fly.

But Azadin shook his head.

“The disembodied wraiths can fight quite well against sane humans but they are no match for the demons of the nether. They should not be created by trampling on the souls of humans. And the flight of the fallen Celestials is ultimately a waste of stamina. They will have to come down someday and they will use less stamina if they walk on the ground.”

“then….”

“Lead them to terrain that is good for sniping.”

“Is that okay?”

Seraph heard Azadin’s words and immediately knew what he was thinking.

To lure the enemies you need a decent bait.

And the most tempting bait Azadin has is his own neck.

“I’ve been meaning to do that from the beginning. So shall we come up with a plan?”

Azadin said this and brought his hand to his face.

Blood flows down my hand.

Blood was gushing from Azadin’s nose.