After the fireballs, hordes of Imps began to move out from the side of the portal. These monsters, which were no taller than human children and whose bodies were as crimson as fire, could not be considered an army at all, but they were already able to swarm the place through their sheer numbers. Brendel hugged Amandina while he looked up and saw a densely horrifying ocean of dark red. It was as though all the red on a painter’s palette had spilled. But this time, the red was surging up.
Countless Imps with fleshy wings stumbled as they flew dozens of meters high, and the entire battlefield elevated into the air like a sudden tsunami. The Imps were like locusts as they blocked out the sun and sky while continuing their surge forward.
The noble’s daughter was so frightened that she almost stopped breathing, her fingertips whitened as she gripped Brendel’s shoulder. In the blink of an eye, the roaming Imps swooped down like a giant wave. She was so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes and turned her head towards Brendel’s chest.
“Prepare for battle!” Brendel roared.
The knights raised their heads and prepared for the first attack. ‘Long live the kingdom!” “Long live Aouine!” Nobody knew who was the first to shout that out, but the few weak voices were drained out by the overwhelming screaming in the area.
Everyone’s heart stirred immensely.
This was a hero’s dream that everyone had. Reality had stopped the pace of the men and women, but until that moment really came, everyone could laugh, cry and shout to their heart’s content as if life and death meant nothing anymore. Worries would turn into sincere feelings that would be vented out. The knights were going to sacrifice their lives for their country; even if they had only a second to shine, it would be a moment for them to cherish for eternity.
Life and death had already been disregarded, and the only thing left in everyone’s mind was to use their swords to determine victory. The wave crashed down head-on on them and everyone subconsciously held their breath, but just then, a thunderous roar arose from behind them.
“I claim the Power of the Laws!”
The old wizard Garlock took a step forward with his five fingers spread wide open and thrust them into the void. “Back off!” he roared as a transparent aura spread out in all directions with him at its center, but upon closer inspection, it was not an aura but water instead.
As soon as the splash of water came close enough, the Imps that had been in mid-air moving forward, their wings fluttering, were swept away by an enormous invisible hand. They screamed as they flew back. Some even got swept across hundreds of meters in distance and hit their heads on the metal platform of the portal, their heads cracking open to reveal the brains inside.
It was as if a giant dragon exhaled and the entire sky instantly became peaceful.
“Charge onward!” Brendel swung his sword and ch
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