Chapter 34: Ascended Knight’s Power

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He saw the Captain fly like a boneless doll through the air. The Captain violently landed on the ground. His bones break, he could see that clearly. He went to the Captain and noticed that the guy following the Captain was gone. He took a look at the captain. He was injured to boot and his limbs were not in right shape.

The beam of light might have obliterated him if he got caught in it. The Captain needed treatment so he took him back to the encirclement where he got treated by the healers. The maid of the Lady Asmara was the one who took care of him. He lay on the inner side of the encirclement.

The battle rages on but he could see that it will soon be over. The lady of Asmara was an ascended knight. She tore through the bandits like nothing. Blood and entrails covered the knight. She mows them down with her lance and pierces them without any mercy. The rest could see the power of the lady. It was reckless and he was sure that many people in the war band died with that beam of light she does. But it was still like hope shining in the darkness. Everyone forgot that she was the reason why they were in this predicament.

Disgrace can be repaid with success. The lady Asmara showed what allowed her to become the war leader. She showed the might of her blows to the enemy. Each pull and push of her lance kill bandits. She stood there like a queen of a hill of corpses standing in the blood and gore of her foes. He could only watch her fight with that outrageous blood lust on her face.

The Captain who fainted woke up. He took a long look at the Captain. He tried to go but the healers stopped him. The Captain had a lot of cuts on him. His limbs a while ago were broke like a puppet’s limbs. He was pale beyond belief and he was coughing blood. The Healers seems to have seen the traces of him trying to use Magic with his crest partly sealed.

The Captain, however, tries to ignore them. He tried going out there but the healers really didn’t have any of it. They made the Captain sleep with a spell. The Captain, however, is resistant to it. It took four times until the Captain finally was able to sleep.

He looked at the distance. The lady bathed in red walked through the bandits and continued her killing. The bandits that tried to raid amount to over eight hundred. He didn’t know how could there be a group of bandits like that. But the villagers who saw him mumbling told him that in the overworld. Banding together is the safest way to go. If war bands like them could band together to survive the roads of the overworld, then it was the same for the bandits.

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The lady of Asmara was surrounded. She had no worry about that though. It was clear that she could demolish them. He could see that beyond the wall of meat that is guarding them. The lady of Asmara faces the last remaining hundred. The bandits were quite stubborn. Their rough appearance matches with their fierceness. Death was standing in the form of the Lady of Asmara yet they didn’t back down. The bandits charge at the Lady. But the lady merely pulled her lance and blasted open two bandits in one thrust.

Valera Asmara is incompetent as a leader. But as an ascended knight she was good. He could tell that no one could dare to face the ascended knight. Among the people in the war band, he could only tell that a few who was good in fighting. The Captain was like a panther as he fights. He had no magic on him but the way he immobilizes people and cut them in a saw motion or stab them in the neck or eye made him an absolute killer in the battlefield. This made him think. What if he had his magic while fighting?

What if the man known as the foolish Magus who only practiced transmutation spells in the fields of the Academy could turn his fist into steel? What if he was able to utilize his skills to his full potential?

Such questions swamp his mind. But nonetheless, the way the Captain, Arden, fought imprinted on everyone’s mind. His robe fluttering as he saves others who need help won’t ever leave from everyone’s mind. He can never forget it along with the power that the lady of Asmara shows. The way the Lady of Asmara kills will forever be ingrained in his head.

It took quite a while for the lady to kill the last hundred facing her. The wall of meat that was guarding the encirclement manages to kill the bandits who tried to break the barrier. Those who tried to run away got their backs smothered with fire or ice.

The once prosperous wooden walled village that they took shelter on was now filled to the brim with corpses. The houses were destroyed. The lands were polluted with blood and gore that will take weeks to remove. The smell at that time will attract monsters or dire animals that would try to feast on the corpses.  The grim faces of the villagers who survive can be seen. He saw them weeping as their isolated village was now in ruins. The war band that finally saw the bandit’s runs celebrated. Some fell to their knees vomiting after a long battle. The others weep and prayed to the God of Light for surviving the battle. Many fell to despair. The men and women around the encirclement finally were able to drop their guards down.

He too cried. He took a deep breath as he sits on the ground cross-legged. He wore a smile. But that smile turned to a frown as he saw the Captain standing up and walking to the corpse ridden fields.