The Guardian gods-Chapter 253

Virigigon nodded "For some reason, I can’t go deep about the abyss and the demons but I can give you a basic outline of what they are"

Erik nodded and so for the next hours, it became a learning lesson between Erik and the dragon. Both looked up to the cave like they could see through it as Erik stood up.

"Thank you, Virigigon. This knowledge is more than I could have hoped for. It will make a difference."

Virigigon smiled "I hope it does, I don’t want this continent and cave filled with the scent of abyss and it’s demon, dor for my sake win this war."

Erik shook his head with a smile, at the same time waved his hand filling the field with barrels of wine, Virigigon began laughing loudly as he waved at Erik, a root grew from under Erik’s foot lifting him up out of the deep cave.

Erik walk back to his territory was calm, with his eyes mostly looking lost in thought as he digest what he has learned, when he got to his castle, Erik began laughing "How arrogant have i been, I thought i would be doing countless world good by taking care of Silas only to find out that Silas is but one of the many of his type"

For the next few days, Erik and his men continued their training, the air was heavy with tension as everyone knew that war was close. A bird flew into Erik’s tent who immediately took it, reading the letter sent though the bird. Erik took a deep breath as he walked out of his tent.

"Assemble" Erik, whose voice was infused with mana, shouted over the barrack.

The soldiers scrambled to their feet, their faces a mix of determination and apprehension. They quickly formed ranks, their disciplined movements reflecting the rigorous training they had undergone. Erik’s presence commanded respect, and his men knew that whatever news he bore would shape the course of their impending conflict.

Erik stood before his assembled forces, his gaze sweeping over the rows of warriors who had sworn to follow him. "We have received intelligence," he began, his voice steady and clear, "that Silas and his forces are on the move. They march towards our borders with an intent to crush us before we can strike at them."

A murmur ran through the ranks, but Erik raised a hand for silence. "This is not a moment for fear. This is a moment for resolve. We have trained for this, prepared for this. The knowledge we have gained, the alliances we have forged—these are our strengths. Virigigon the great dragon has provided us with invaluable insights, and it is now up to us to use them." As he said the dragon’s name, Erik offered a silent apology but the dragon name achieved its effect as the soldiers had a look of amazement on their face.

Letting his words sink in. "We face a formidable enemy, Use what you have learned, apply your skills, and trust in each other. Together, we can turn the tide."

Silas sat on his parasitized horse, the size of a small car. Following behind him were his three generals, while flying above him was his new general, who commanded the aerial troops.

One of the generals riding on Silas’s right was a burly figure covered in armor, with only his cold, unblinking eyes visible. He clutched a huge hammer and rode a parasitized boar comparable in size to Silas’s horse.

On Silas’s left was his female general, also riding a horse, though not as burly as Silas’s but still larger than other horses. Instead of armor, she wore a robe with a book chained to her waist.

Falling behind the three was another general, his figure huge but hunched like a beast. A huge dark red sword was strapped to his back. Unlike the others, he had no mount and instead prowled like the beast he resembled, his nose occasionally twitching.

In the sky, covered by the parasitized soldiers, was the new general created by the ritual a few weeks back. Due to her exceptional aerial combat abilities and strategic use of her powers, she had quickly risen to her position.

Silas liked this, granting her the position of a general to lead his aerial army. He believed that with the parasites’ communication, they would be exceptional.

The beast-like general suddenly halted, his nose twitching as he began growling, gripping his sword. The female general waved her hand, revealing an image of Erik with his army waiting a short distance from their position.

Erik had chosen a good location for combat: a large open plain, with the only notable feature being the cursed forest nearby.

Silas observed Erik’s army. For some reason, the positioning of the army seemed familiar, but he couldn’t pinpoint where the familiarity came from.

Scraping through his memory, he found nothing. With a frown, he sent out a silent command through the mother parasite. His army began moving in unison, adjusting themselves, ready to meet whatever Erik was planning.

Soon, both armies were close enough to see each other clearly. Erik’s generals and soldiers, seeing the parasitized army for the first time, were taken aback.

The sight before them was creepy, even for Erik, who now frowned. It felt unnatural how Silas’s army, despite their monstrous appearance, behaved in an unexpectedly disciplined manner.

Silas’s army was too silent—no bloodlust or eagerness to tear apart the enemy before them. Instead, there was only a cold, observing look, as if they were studying their opponents.

Roland, who had faced them before with Erik, noticed this too. Even though the parasitized army had been organized before, there had been occasional growling and eagerness to feed on flesh, which matched their physical features and didn’t seem absurd. But now, it was totally different.

A tense silence hung over the battlefield as both armies inched closer, each side waiting for the other to make the first move. The eerie calm of Silas’s forces was unnerving, creating an oppressive atmosphere that weighed heavily on Erik’s troops. The cursed forest loomed ominously in the distance, its dark presence adding to the sense of dread, especially with the creepy sensation of being watched emanating from the forest.

Silas raised a hand, signaling his army to halt. He could see the uncertainty in Erik’s eyes and knew this was the moment to exploit. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a command to his aerial general. The sky above darkened as the parasitized aerial troops swooped down, their movements synchronized and precise.

Silas’s plan was to test out what Erik was planning. As the aerial troops swooped in a kamikaze maneuver, Erik and his generals noticed the tiny bone armor growing from the bodies of the aerial troops for protection.

Erik’s archers raised their bows, ready to unleash a volley of arrows, but seeing the bone armor made Erik change his plan. He roared, "Harden!"

Before they arrived at the battlefield, Erik had his generals and their troops each take a potion to activate their formation rune, preventing any surprises.

He also cautioned them to stay alert, as their positions might need to change depending on the situation. That was exactly what was happening now. The part of Erik’s army attacked by the aerial troops was in the "healing" rune formation.

Facing Erik’s new order, they had to act fast. "Assist!" Erik roared as the mages in his army divided themselves: some drew a fire breath spell, while others chose a wind spell to assist in movement.

Those with the fire breath spell aimed at the sky, momentarily halting the aerial troops, while those with the wind movement spell aimed at Erik’s army, helping them move faster into their new positions.

The wall of fire was breached as the aerial troops adjusted, now led by units surrounded by wind that pushed the flames aside, allowing them to break through. Still, the firewall bought the needed time as the formation rune hummed, soon covering Erik’s generals and soldiers in deep silver armor, protecting every part of their bodies.

When the aerial troops made contact with Erik’s now-armored army, only the sound of steel clashing was heard as they attempted to break through. Some of the aerial troops, unable to turn back in time, met their end against the prepared soldiers.

Silas didn’t flinch at the loss of his troops; his eyes were fixed on the formation displayed by Erik’s army. "I see," he muttered, recalling everything. "It seems the little Elf doesn’t plan on losing easily," he smirked, sending out a silent command.

In the sky, the female flying general with insect-like eyes received the command and hovered above, sharing the image with every parasitized soldier. Through her compound eyes, she focused on the general who was the focal point of the rune formation and captured the figures of the other generals.

Erik and his generals immediately noticed the change as the aerial troops now targeted the focal generals. Erik clenched his teeth, looking at Silas, who coincidentally smirked back at him. "I was hoping it would take him longer to figure it out," Erik thought to himself.