HPDBC Chapter 506 The Landing - I
Chapter 506 The Landing - I
Two days after the planning began, the reinforcements from the Phoenix Glade and the Capital appeared. Asura counted over 5000 soldiers, which replenished many of the lost members and knights that fell.
'Father... you overworked yourself.'
He then looked at the strongest Valkyrie knights in the kingdom, those who should be defending the royal family, 1000 of them... the First five units of Valkyrie war maidens.
'Vela, thank you...'
"Phew..."
Asura held the documents, tapping them against the black wooden desk to organise them—he felt a sense of peace. He wanted to become a leader worthy of the fallen knights. Thus, since the moment he returned, his focus became documents and managing the kingdom.
'Xavida and the others seem upset about me sending them away.'
"It can't be helped... Haa..." With a low sigh, Asura checked once again, looking at the requests for food, fuel and various items for Wolfsheim.
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Knock—!
A sudden knock interrupted his focus, causing him to drop the documents messily on the table.
"Come in!"
'Damn... they are out of order again.'
'Did I develop a sense of
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"Your Highness, it's Danos. I have come with some information on tomorrow's operation."
Since he took on the role of Asura's Knight captain, Danos became busier than ever before—his eyes looked a little tired with black rings and his pale complexion.
Even his fiery red hair seemed dull—instead of his hot temper from the past, like his father's, he seemed more relaxed and calm.
'Though during battle, this guy loves to shout and scream while burning things.'
'More documents, huh...'
Asura narrowed his eyes, feeling a little exhausted dealing with documents despite getting a good night's sleep after spending time with his beloved woman and studying the sword with Sigurd.
The documents and various parchments he needed to sign, complete and prepare felt neverending.
"Let's see..."
Danos approached the desk with a calm face, then from his storage ring, a huge stack of documents close to a hundred pages slammed down on the desk.
"Are you serious... Danos?"
"Your Highness, you promised to ensure safety... there are 5000 new troops, and you plan to send 2000 to the west."
'I know... and the fact the undead seemed to have pulled back for a moment also helped this.'
"I'm tired of this..."
"Haha, Your Highness does prefer swinging his sword. However, this is the last day. So try a little harder."
However, he became an undead mage about to become a lich, a man who could control the undead Kraken a grade lower than a zombie dragon. But in naval battles, it could cause chaotic damage.
"Ambridge, is there word from the front?" A low, twisted voice, Tyrone's wounded throat, caused an eerie groaned tone. His ragged black robe hid most of his features, other than his skeleton frame—no skin covered his entire body.
"Yes, master. The forces will soon attack their coast!"
"Well, then. That's all that matters, hahahaha!"
Since the dark blight overwhelmed the lands and most of the nobility and army became monsters, doubts and fear almost vanished completely, and victory seemed close. Still, Tyrone knew they couldn't underestimate the Kingdom of Silvara... at least when he was still a living body.
Now, he remembered those feelings, but his arrogance and hatred for the living wiped all thoughts of defeat.
"Those filthy living will suffer a greater defeat!"
He sent a report back to Lord Victor Von Drack, ensuring that he would capture the seas with his overwhelming force. At this moment, would he have requested reinforcements or an additional scouting report?
Maybe their future would have changed.
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"My King!"
Lord Belial ran up behind Asura as they walked towards the main fleet. The huge knight would be in charge of Wolfsheim's defence. His job would also involve supporting Verena and Verana should she request reinforcements.
"What's the matter Belial?" Asura looked quite heroic in his white and blue outfit, the snow-white cape waving against the ocean wind as his silver hair brushed gently. "If it's about my plans after returning, we can discuss them when we meet again." His appearance was quite handsome and mature.
"I wish you luck!"
'This big guy seems worried.'
"Don't feel nervous, I believe in you. Belial."
"Huh?"
Belial froze as the King smiled and nodded his head at the young knight before leaving with two guards. The trio boarded the largest destroyer, which would head straight into the fortress city of Ulvar.
"Goddesses speed, My King... I won't let the city fall."
The large-bodied knight watched as the fleet began to move—the magical vibrations from their enhanced engines and mana cannons caused the air to tremble.
"It's amazing..."
He watched the prince who stood at the front of the ship, calling out to those who would enter battle with him... it was the start of the fateful attack.
With the brunt of their forces heading to the west to deal with over 100,000 undead... the small force that Asura led needed to kill at least 50,000 to win.
"I wish I could have gone with him... Our King always leads the charge..." A frustrated voice left Belial's mouth before two orcs slapped his shoulder and grinned at him.
These were orcs who had known Asura since meeting him in Romantica.
"The King will be fine, he is strong!"
"Our Leader believes in the King. We must protect this land together, brother."
Sloppy, badly worded common tongue, yet for orcs who began learning this language less than four months ago. Belial felt a sense of pride, and with orcs who shared a similar body size, he couldn't help but find himself comforted.
"I agree."
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