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The Hero is Not Coming
The Hero is Not Coming - Chapter 108

The Hero is Not Coming - Chapter 108

Hours have passed since the start of the operation; the battle still raged; the light was dim, but the soldiers of the duchy were putting up a good fight; the map on the table of the central command was where Alon was giving orders; the pieces of the platoons were moving up to the main objective, where the sword of the hero is.

‘I wonder if the night will give us more problems.’ Alon walked around the table while looking at the map.

‘What if they don’t stop?’ Ariadne stood up from her chair.

‘The soldiers will need to endure it and hold positions.’ Alon passed a line through the map using a wooden stick.

‘it's going to be a long night.’ Edmund talked to himself.

‘Tell all units that when they get to this line here, they will hold the position until tomorrow morning.’ Alon raised his voice for a moment.

Flashes of magic and blue beams mixed with explosions and white rays with terrifying sounds cut the dungeon from left to right, a screen of destruction. Nobody was counting losses at that point because of the way reinforcements happened; they just didn’t know how many were dead.

‘3-6, this is a command. Don’t push past your current position. Hold it.’ The voice of the operator through the radio.

‘What?’ repeat, over.’ Kurt should be trying to be louder.

‘3-6, don’t push past your current position until further orders, over and out.’ The tone of the voice was calmer.’

Kurt tapped Egor’s shoulder as he was shouting out orders to the surrounding soldiers; they were on the left side of the street inside a building.

‘Sargent, the command said we need to hold our position until further orders.’

‘What?’ Egor frowned.

‘Yes, we need to wait.’ Kurt nodded at him.

Egor looked around and noticed the light coming from the crystal up top was getting weaker. He was in charge of the platoon now until Bartel came back.

‘Pass on the message.’ He patted Kurt on his shoulder.

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As the light became weaker and weaker, the soldiers across the dungeon noticed that the ones they killed weren’t replenished until it became dark, with only the lights coming from the street lamps and inside of the buildings the soldiers were in.

‘Sir, 3-6 is saying that the creatures stopped attacking; they are not showing up anymore.’ One radio operator spoke with a surprised tone.

‘1-6 said the same.’ Another spoke.

‘Everywhere is the same?’ Alon looked at the radio operators.

They all nodded their heads to him at the same time; his eyes switched to Edmund, trying to reach for a response from the young white-haired man.

‘Don’t look at me; by this time, the hero had already conquered the dungeon all by himself.’ Edmund shrugs at him.

‘Better to use this opportunity to rest; we are close to the sword already and we need to see how many we lost on the first day.’ Ariadne waved her hand toward Alon.

The captain bowed to her, and immediately everyone started to work on knowing how many had died. Ammo inventory and the team responsible for recharging the batteries were going to work the whole night to make everything ready for the next round.

As the night went on, the platoon leaders passed the information they could gather, and in the end, 12 people died; one of those was Orlan the Shafran, who was trying to record the action. The cameraman Dou was still there and wouldn’t back down. This news made Sorth and her cameramen sad because of the history they had together.

Only 2 of those deaths occurred in the field hospital with Eliza; the wounds were too much, and it wasn’t just possible to heal them back to normal; the majority died in battle with a fatal strike. From the accounts of the soldiers, the majority was instant; they already had depleted the shield from their vest, and the next strike was fatal.

Edmund was again with these feet hanging, looking down from the roof of the command building, thinking about how tomorrow he may die a quick death as he remembered vividly how strong the dungeon guardian was; it wasn’t hard to compare to how he is now; it wasn’t even close.

‘What are you doing here?’ Sorth spoke with a soft voice.

‘Just thinking about how I told you and everyone that the vest wasn’t some kind of invincibility cloth.’ He sighs.

‘From what Dou told, he was just too excited to get more, thrilled by it.’ Sorth shook her head slowly.

‘When the fight starts against the Dungeon guardian tomorrow, be at a distance, do now get close to it; it is intelligent; it may try to use you to get me and the duchess.’ He looked at her for a moment.

‘I’m not going to be in the way.’ She frowned at him.

‘I’m going to be completely honest with you; I will not save you, Ariadne will give her life to save yours, deep down, you know that, right?’ He gets up and faces her.

‘I know, I feel it.’ She puts one of her hands on her chest. While looking down.

‘So beware of your surroundings or you will kill her; don't be like Orlan, ok?’ Edmund passed by her toward the stairs.

Ethan was looking outside of a window, and two soldiers were leaning against a part of a building that felt from the battle as they cleaned their weapons. Everyone in the platoon was doing something they didn’t even think of the fact that two from their squad died during the battle.

Not that they didn’t care, is just that being sad wasn’t a priority, or was the fact that a bunch of guys was wounded, from really bad to not so, and they came and thought that everything was just down to luck; one thing for sure was on their minds.

‘Thank the Goddess, our Saint Eliza is here; I would have died for sure.’ Samal touched the right side of his chest.

‘Yes, when you get pierced through by an ice lance right in the chest, you better thank her; don’t you know what cover is?’ Asher shook his head with an angry tone.

‘I’m glad for you and her, Asher. I’m not ungrateful; it's just that those things are nasty; a lot of people here would have died if it wasn’t for the Saint. Don’t’ He looked at the ceiling of the room and sighed.

Dou was recording everything; he was walking around trying to peek at the real talks and the emotions the soldiers were feeling as the night went on. Before sleeping, he got to the roof of a building and recorded the surroundings. He could see lights shining to the left side, marking the other platoons.

‘Will I die tomorrow?’ He was talking to himself while recording the lights coming from the streets in the distance.