They had been marching for three hours when the Citadel walls stretched before them, the church rebuild into a Bastion for the believers inside.

It was clear that the focus was not on them, their opponents instead observing the western and eastern walls exclusively.

Mia stepped out of their ranks, sacrificing three rats to the hells as the tar smeared wooden ball in her hand began to burn.

She wore her ritual garment, a red robe with orange flames stitched into it, while her face was hidden behind a fox mask, somehow making her horns seem even more intimidating.

It got the Point it was intended to make across clearly, the ground opening a little to feed more hellfire into her creation.

"Let's burn this shithole to the ground."

She stated as the spell was released, the flames roaring as they approached the target, the temporary distraction quickly utilized for everyone but the lost legion to move away and slowly get into position on their side.

The people immediately began extinguishing the flames, though the water was useless against it.

One person, his white robe implying the role of a priest or above as a stream of pure Ice left his hand, the collision between burning and freezing making this area's wall highly instable and even burst on some parts, though they didn't get a lot of opportunities to rebuild it as the attack on the eastern wall had started, Skeletons and Demons storming for the gate, seemingly ignoring the inhabitants attacks as they began to tear down their door, the hulk positioned to let the smaller undead climb the wall as it gave the gate a good pounding.

On the Northern gate, Famine had positioned itself by slowly creeping towards the gate, the guard's distraction giving it an opportunity to slowly expand along the ground.

As the Zombies got into melee with the defenders of the eastern entrance, Noir broke the amulet.

The undead easily took down the defenders, who had trouble seeing them thanks to the spell, the lost legion began their approach to the southern wall, blurring together into a mass of black steel as the formation approached.

Nobody noticed the northern attack, with famine coating more and more of the ground, he had no problem reaching the inside of the citadel, his form blurring against the ground as he began dissolving the door, something resisting his attempts.

Fenrir and Noir were busy dashing and jumping, in an attempt to reach the people inside, that currently concentrated on some type of spell.

After its initial overpowering push, the eastern front turned into a stalemate, the defenders healing faster than their attackers could afflict wounds upon them, and the attackers either having the attacks bounce away from their hide or get stuck in the sponge like rotting flesh.

With two fronts occupied, the third one opened itself up easily, the first row tackling the already weakened wall with a self created ram, easily collapsing it as they continued their charge across the rubble, soon finding themselves in a similar situation to their eastern allies.

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When the door to the Citadel opened, the three intruders continued on their way, hoping that dissolving the wood around the look wouldn't be too hard.

They detected the healing powers soon, easily passing by a few praying individuals before their disguise fell.

A source of life energy this strong was almost impossible not to notice for the three, who were powered by the same kind of magic.

As they saw a guard, Noir gave him a quick punch meant to stun the guy and went on, the chitinous growths protruding through the soldier's skin a well known phenomenon in their ranks.

Quickly, it followed the one who had given life to it, stepping just outside the grafters range of hearing as it decided upon its duty.

On the outside, the dark crusade was losing the fight, their seemingly invulnerable enemies slowly whittling down their defenses.

After a further minute of searching, Noir finally stormed the ritual room, the people inside being each hit by a stunning strike of his in an attempt to disable the healers without killing potentially valuable assets.

He positioned himself at the altar, where Fenrir had slit the Bishop's throat, the dying man being devoured by Famine, while Noir struck a grand pose before his victims.

"You cannot move, and your allies will not save you. Submit to me and you shall be spared."

He offered, the sound of a gunshot ringing from the hall's entrance.

The next thing happened fast, a figure of black chitin threw itself between the bullet and Noir, Fenrir's claws were buried in a guard's back, piercing the man's heart and sticking out on the other side, and the seven Priests that channeled their healing magic began screaming in agony as they turned into the very same type of creature that had just sacrificed itself to save him.

"Now I feel stupid holding that speech."

The grafter stated, the alien creatures simply jumping on top of the building, ready to join the slaughter below, before disappearing into the shadows.

The moment the healers disappeared from the equation, the fight turned one-sided. For every skeleton slain, two more undead rose, the hulk dashing through their opponent's ranks like a siege engine.

Slowly, Noir and Fenrir did their best to assassinate every major player that left their guard open for too long, though the hardest fight was happening on the ground level.

In a dome of Ice and steel, none dared to disrupt the fight between the Frozen one and the horsemen of conquest, claiming that title proudly atop his steed as a quick strike of his barely missed decapitation of the mage before him.

He himself was assaulted by frostbite immediately, his opponent not ready for the commander to tackle him, as the sword was brought down upon his enemies' chest.

"I recommend dismembering yourself before Pestilence finds you, he always had a habit of making people regret being left alive."

Those words were ended with a quick decapitation, before they went to gather the survivors in the prayer room.

Noir stood at the Altar, the statue of the mother Mary behind him used to pierce three guards that opposed him, the men bleeding out and sobbing, everyone else going quiet at the gruesome sight.

"Welcome to all subjects and sacrifices, though your position will be decided upon by your further behavior. We are the horsemen of the apocalypse, leaders of the dark crusade and harbingers of the end of the world as you know it. We claim dominion over this place in regard to our newest exploits. Now, you might notice that my friends look like more than a human, while I seem pretty close to most of you. And I have a pretty simple reason for that."

The three people behind him were sucked into his body, his face changing between the four freely.

"We have a master of conquest, the epitome of everything a fighter can be, the walking manifestation of war, calling upon the hells to support her endeavors, and the one who dispenses death with a flick of his wrist."

He increased his size and turned most of the face into that of a gorilla, the three peoples faces he just absorbed screaming from his chest before melting back into it.

"I am change, commander of Famine and Pestilence, so when you consider talking bad about us, you should consider one thing."

Famine covered the windows to plunge the room into absolute darkness.

"The grafter walks among you, and he could be everyone."

The horsemen disappeared in the darkness, leaving the soldiers to guide the people back into their quarters as the wine cellar was opened, the witches entering the place while the horsemen were discussing what to drink.

"It seems the change made you much stronger than I anticipated. Let's celebrate."