Chapter 29: Slaughter [7]

“Roar!!!”

“Burn the skull face first! Then go to the death knight!”

“NOOOO, Richard!!!”

“Die!! You f*cking skeleton!!”

“No! nooo, save, save meeee”

The yell and cries filled the field surrounding the dungeon, the battle against anomaly, which has played for over 3 hours left no one stood unscathed, the angels, the humans, and the skeletons, all have at least a wound on them.

Dragons’ cries, could be heard, oppressing the soldiers on either the human nor the angels, undead wyverns’ could be seen gnawing on the earthlings alive, and the lich-king could be seen, sat on his Throne made of bones and blood, spectating the battle.

“Triuel! Where’re those damn Satan’s  underlings!”

“*clang* I don’t know! They should already come!”

“*Slash* cih, these undead Dragoon, and Dullahan were too strong! If it continued, we’ll lose the battle!”

“*dodge* see that damn fallen angel over there! She’s too abominable! The damn extinction ray she let out could burn even me! Shit! There weren’t only 1 damn anomaly! This place got 4 of it! Even that damn lich only see us from the throne of his! If he moved, we’d definitely lose!” shout Triuel back to Firuel.

‘Anomaly’ was what they called, is a thing came out of nowhere, or so they believe. The truth behind them, actually not far from what they did to the earthlings, a returnee…

However, different from the earthlings’ returnee, which has their lifespans reverted, the returnee from before the great disappearance was a being which transported to a more sick place or even crazier place than the returnee from earthlings has…

Most of them either die without being able to go back or live there until their death happily after the story ended…

Death upon destruction fell onto the returnee, ‘Fking skeleton! Die!’ shouts the returnee and the skeleton warrior he fought against crushed to ashes, however, not long after, he’s pierced by the skeleton knight’s sword, eyes bloodshot, blood poured from his mouth…

Returnees upon returnees died one after another, like a collapsed building, more and more returnees brought back to live…

As a soldier of death by the lich…

“There’s no way we can win! Retreat! Retreat!” as the time goes on, the battle that destined to fail, soon ends, with the shout of a brave leader of the England’s knight of the round, which is established at Riezet, the last world they live in.

Know when to do offense, and know when to stop, that is what they learned at Riezet, the devastating loss they feel at that time, and the agony and despair they felt that time, not only make them stronger, it make them more mature.

Of course, not all can do the same, as some of the fools even try to defeat the mass of undead by their selves. Of course death is the result of their stupidity, however, the fact they do think of foolishness or escaping from the agony and despair their sad memory has is unknown… the fact they all understand that how weak they were, and the fact that they will have to live in a more pain after the battle in this world, whether they’re win or lose…

“The earthlings retreated, what should we do Seraphims!” ask the captain of the 7^th orde’s squad, in a hushed tone.

“Tch, we too need to retread, however, do it in order, let the earthlings retreat first, and then we’ll to retreat!” said Triuel.

“Yes, Seraphim!”

Letting the earthlings’ returnee to retreat, then, the angels soon retreated one by one, the earthlings except for those suicide squad all left, only corpse and crippled remained on the battlefield, left to be an undead.

“Now! 6^th and 7^th orde go and retreat! We’ll cover the back!” shout Firuel while pointing her rapier in front of the undead Dragoon.

Surprisingly, the undead Dragoon and Dullahan left her alone, and even the Fallen angel stood by, doing nothing. Only watching them leave…

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“Why didn’t you all come?!” shout the seraphim of Justice in rage.

“We can’t, we need to at least know their strength first to move you see” said the person who receives Firuel’s rage nonchalantly…

“The fuck you mean by that?! The damn things kill more than 60 thousand earthlings and dozens of our angels! Are you trying to kidding me?!”

“snicker, that’s your fault for aggressively attacking the anomaly’s army, and who cares about the earthlings… it’s no problem whether they die or alive for us…”

‘BAM’ the nearby walls slammed, Firuel fumes in rage because her loss of the angels and the loss of her soon to be followers, which die in the undeads’ claw.

Their argument break furniture inside the room, not only the walls get crack after crack, even the floor loses its tile to smithereens.

As such, the day after tomorrow, they will do another attack to the anomaly’s base in England… leaving the fact that England, as of now…

“Run to the capital! Hurry up! The undeads will enter the town!” the polices shout to the panicked crowd, the city of Manchester being attacked by the zombies”

Not only England,

‘Transport’ was the most basic magic we’ve learned in our worlds’ age Elementary magic school, it is a mere transport magic that used to lift and bring an item not more than the user’s mana capacity… however, in our search for higher degree of power, we’ve found the ancient time-space magic ‘Time-trail’ which is a magic that create a trail of time, and brought the user to separate timeline, which they’ve went through…

However, it’s only a mere wish for us to use it over and over, because…

The fuel is enormous, a bit of time trailing could be left a user used a drop of their life, and over-used will kill the user…

At that time, ‘HE’ came, and gave us the amazing item named… ‘Grimoire’ and ‘Akashic Record’ thus creating a path for us to reach an even greater height and seek for the truth behind the ancient times’ extinction, we search, and seek, for every possible thing…

However, what we find is a different thing all along…

Despair over what we found is the thing we feel at that time… however, it soon changed, because of the faction of those who seek for domination come thru, and try to invade our worlds’…

‘HE’ only watching and amused by the war, and drama, even tragedy which created the path ‘HE’ created, bemused by our unsightly resistance against our own kin which seek for supremacy…

We then created Angel’s faction, and wage war against those fools who try to use their power to dominate the universe and dimensions, following the path which the ancients’ civilization went through…

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We’ve failed…

They fulfill the supremacy and get their wished egoism… thus, the universe fallen to their hands, and my kinsmen became the object of slavery…

The orde has changed… the orde has…

-From the Angels’ faction book of history’s carnal of tragedy’s book 1 of 4