The Guardian gods-Chapter 245

Erik from the sky got a full view of what was going on inside the city. Sadness flashed in his eyes as he lost momentum and began falling. With a loud thudding sound, he landed on the city wall where the soldiers were.

Roland quickly walked towards Erik. Taking a knee, he said, "What are your orders, my king?"

Erik said nothing as he clenched his hand. No trace of the people in the city ever being human remained; it was like this was what they were all along, instead held back within human flesh.

There were over more than hundred thousand people quarantined in this city. Now, all hundreds of thousands had turned into monsters, killing each other and reducing their numbers.

"Get up," Erik said to Roland, who stood up and looked over the city with Erik.

Nothing was said as the two watched in silence. Soon there were only Elite-level monsters left, and now they were actively dividing themselves, taking positions, ready to start another bout of slaughter.

Erik’s spear appeared in his hand. A loud sound followed by a cloud of dust was raised on the city wall. Roland waved his hand, clearing the dust. Erik was no longer in his position.

Looking down into the town, Erik appeared at the center of the parasites. On his spear was the huge form of an Elite symbiotic brute hanging on it.

His long blond hair was scattered, covering his face. Only his piercing blue eyes filled with anger and rage could be seen. Almost on command, the parasites immediately dispersed, distancing themselves from Erik.

With a flick of Erik’s spear, the brute was thrown away. Erik’s figure once again disappeared, followed by the scared cries of the parasites as he appeared among them, quickly taking their lives.

Roland, seeing that, immediately drew his sword, his body covered in lightning. "Protect the king," he said to his soldiers as he turned into a bolt of lightning that fell from the sky, shocking a flying symbiotic parasite that was aiming its bone spear at Erik.

Back in Silas’s kingdom, the ritual was already done on his side. A view of what was happening in Eldric territory was seen, so he smiled before whispering an order, "Retreat."

In Eldric territory, the parasites who got the order immediately grouped together as they made their way to retreat. Erik and Roland frowned as the parasites quickly formed a formation.

Covering each other’s weaknesses, nothing was said as if they all shared the same mind. The brutes worked with the warriors to hold back the soldiers and Erik. The magic parasitic adepts used their elemental talents to create obstacles, like a stone wall suddenly appearing, blocking Erik and his men. freewёbnoνel.com

While a new path was created for the parasites to go through, how was this possible? The parasites had no problem throwing themselves at Erik and his men to create opportunities for the others.

After the whole massacre, the number was taken down to about 80 thousand Elites with different talents. Erik and his soldiers combined together totaled in number to 23.

23 against enemies who were ready to sacrifice themselves wasn’t looking great because five soldiers were already lost, bringing the number to 18. Soon the city was filled with mazes built by earthen raised walls.

Parasites with flame and water talents came together, bringing about mist that was guided by the wind-talented parasites to fill the maze walls.

With their connection, the parasites had no problem walking among the maze. Erik and his men, who were bulldozing the walls in front of them, in the process lost another 5 soldiers.

This continued for a while as the parasites got to a wall that was soon broken through, the brutes and warrior parasites, they soon all quickly made their way out of Erik’s territory. To make matters worse, they didn’t hesitate to leave about 200 parasites behind to hold off Erik and his men while the others escaped.

Erik, seeing this, roared in anger as he once again took to the sky, where he pointed his spear at the city. Around him appeared exact replicas of the spear that began descending on the city.

In his anger, Erik forgot his men were there. Thankfully, Roland’s voice, enhanced with lightning, called out, "Your Majesty!" That momentarily brought Erik’s attention back, and he took control of the spears, guiding them away from his men.

Falling to the ground, Erik and his surviving men were surrounded by dead bodies and the smell of blood. It was still hard to see clearly because of the steam; mana was needed for better sight.

Erik, whose mind was clouded with anger and rage, looked at Roland and his soldiers. He knew they must have been shaken up as this was their first real battle, and to make matters worse, they faced off against suicidal enemies.

Thinking of that made Erik even angrier as this situation reminded him of his past work and their encounters with the demons. It was the same tactic, where the enemies were suicidal and threw themselves at you to create opportunities.

It was a very torturing experience. At first, you will like it as it seems easier that the enemy is suicidal, but the more it went on, it would start to bother you.

Even the anger you feel for the enemy in the beginning will be gone, only to be replaced with disgust and disturbance.

True to Erik’s thoughts, Roland was experiencing the same. The psychological burden of facing such enemies was immense. Each encounter with the parasitic and suicidal foes gnawed at the edges of Roland’s sanity. These weren’t mindless beasts; they were sentient beings, capable of thought and emotion, yet willing to obliterate themselves for a cause. The realization that their enemies had once been rational beings, now reduced to mindless drones, was a harrowing thought.

In the initial clashes, there was a grim satisfaction in seeing the enemy fall so easily. It seemed almost too good to be true, watching them throw themselves onto the spears and swords of his men. But as the battles dragged on, that satisfaction turned to unease.

There was something profoundly disturbing about watching the light leave the eyes of an enemy who could have been reasoned with, who could have had a family, dreams, a life. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Erik speak.

Taking a deep breath, Erik tried to calm himself. "We must regroup and tend to the wounded," he commanded, his voice steady but laced with lingering anger. "Roland, take a squad and scout the area. We need to ensure no more of those parasites are lurking around."

Roland nodded and quickly organized a team to follow his orders. As they moved out, Erik turned to the remaining soldiers. "We will honor the fallen, but first, we must secure our position."

The men, though weary and shaken, responded with a determined nod. Erik knew this battle was just the beginning.

Bernad took with him a small group of harpies as they made their way to the areas where their scouts took station to overlook Silas territory.

Once they got close enough, Bernard from the sky above Silas kingdom looked down to see if something was going on but like before he found his view blurry at the same time dizzy so he looked away.

Turning to the harpies behind him who were already affected, Bernard snapped his finger causing them to look at him "Don’t observer or take any closer look anymore, I believe the demon has done something around this place so we take caution"

One of the Harpies nodded as he pulled out a device before pointing forward "They should be a bit up further"

Bernard nodded, as they took off once again, lying down in the forest on a tree. One harpy body can be seen laid out unknown if he was dead or unconscious but Bernard noticed he was alive as there was slight movement in his chest.

Flying towards the harpy one of the men who came with Bernard rubbed his fingers together creating a small spark as he placed his hand on the unconscious harpy chest.

With a slight chock, the harpy woke up screaming in fear, wind blades shot out from him scattering around him. Berard had a flame of shield covering himself and his men as he looked at the Harpy.

It took some time before the Harpy calmed down. "Calm down," Bernard said gently, lowering the flame shield. "You’re safe now."

The harpy, still panting, nodded. " Elder Bernard... It’s the field around Silas’ territory. It’s an illusion trap."

Bernard’s expression hardened. "What do you mean?"

"We were watching the borders, as instructed," the harpy began, his voice shaky. "Then, suddenly, everything went blurry, and we felt dizzy. We tried to hold on, thinking it would pass, but the dizziness grew worse. Then, we were drawn into illusions, and we couldn’t escape. It was like being trapped in a nightmare. One by one, we fell unconscious."