My Celestial Ascension Chapter 947: A Twist Of Plot
Vampire King Evander neglected all other concerns, his attention utterly consumed by the horrifying spectacle before him, which sent an icy tremor through his entire being, drenching his back in cold sweat.
"H-How can we possibly confront such an immense power...?? This is utter lunacy...!"
His body quivered, his face paling dramatically; the urge to flee instantly and save his own life was overwhelming. However, his inherent pride refused to allow such a retreat.
Suddenly, a spectral gray mist began to manifest as the heavens darkened, and this mist proceeded to engulf the undead horde, causing them to vanish within its mysterious depths.
The unearthly mist surged onward with unnatural velocity, consuming all in its relentless path.
"T-This is dire... at this pace, they will be upon us in mere moments!"
King Evander clenched his jaw, steeling his resolve; he promptly issued a critical command to his subordinates.
"Listen closely, everyone! The enemy advances with alarming speed and will reach us shortly! Rouse every soul and prepare for the onslaught!!" His voice resonated with an urgent fervor.
"Sound the alarm!!!"
The vampires reacted without a shred of hesitation, springing into immediate action.
Tong! Tong! Tong!
A colossal bell began to toll, its powerful reverberations spreading like ripples across the entire border, startling every slumbering individual awake.
"Why is the bell sounding? Why disrupt our rest?" a warrior mumbled, eyes fluttering open in annoyance.
"Awake, you fools! The enemy is here! Prepare for battle!!"
Abruptly, a resounding voice swept through the encampment, fully rousing the warriors from their stupor.
Every warrior hastily donned their armor and armed themselves before surging from their tents; grim expressions etched their faces as the sky above turned an unnatural shade of darkness.
The metallic clang of armor and weapons echoed as soldiers hurried towards the frontier ramparts, assuming their defensive positions, weapons raised, ready to confront the approaching undead.
Emperor Rhex emerged from his tent, clad in dark, imposing armor, a formidable sword strapped to his back. He gazed into the distance, perceiving the nature of the approaching threat.
"What in the blazes is this... a storm, perhaps??" His eyes widened in disbelief, his entire frame trembling uncontrollably.
’A-Am I experiencing fear now...?’ He placed a hand over his chest, feeling nothing but the cold, hard sensation of his armor.
Whoosh!
Vampire King Evander landed gracefully beside him, the sheer force of his descent generating a powerful gust that swept through the vicinity.
"Precisely what predicament are we facing?" Emperor Rhex inquired, his gaze still fixed forward.
King Evander offered no immediate response; his eyes remained locked on the encroaching darkness that advanced with alarming speed.
He released a sharp exhale before stating, "I would classify this as the direst possible scenario, Your Highness. Within that abyssal darkness lurks an undead legion numbering in the millions, their strength far exceeding any projections."
Emperor Rhex fell into a heavy silence upon hearing this pronouncement; his expression became starkly frozen.
’D-Did the reconnaissance teams provide faulty intelligence... but why?’ he mused internally, his face now a mask of impassivity.
A brief, tense silence ensued before Emperor Rhex finally broke it, asking, "And the scouts? Have they returned?"
"Alas, there is no word from our scouts. We have attempted communication, yet every effort has proven futile."
"I understand... it is as I had suspected."
King Evander observed Emperor Rhex with a look of confusion, inquiring, "What is the meaning of your words, Your Highness?"
Emperor Rhex let out a soft sigh and declared, "It signifies that our scouts met their demise long ago, and the intelligence they provided was merely a calculated deception orchestrated by the Undead King."
"All this time, we have been manipulated within the confines of his grand design... How utterly infuriating..." Emperor Rhex's voice grew frigid as veins visibly throbbed on his forehead, his eyes emitting a fierce crimson glow.
’Damn it! How could we have fallen for the machinations of that accursed entity?! This is beyond outrageous!!’ he raged inwardly, overwhelmed by a profound sense of shame he had never before encountered.
At that precise moment, a voice emanated from behind, immediately capturing their undivided attention.
"It appears we have been thoroughly outmaneuvered by the Undead King all along... That desiccated schemer possesses a rather sharp mind..."
King Vargan materialized from the shadows, a broad, almost derisive grin stretching across his features, while simultaneously, his eyes blazed with raw fury, causing the surrounding air to palpably tremble.
"This is quite the embarrassment... To think the Undead King devised plans to this extent... It is simply too astonishing to comprehend." Lilith articulated, stepping forward with a frigid demeanor.
"The fault lies with us... we never conceived that our own scouts could be captured by the undead and transformed into their thralls... This was entirely unforeseeable." Emperor Rhex spoke with a profound sigh, shaking his head in resignation.
With the revelation of the deliberate misinformation, the entire complexion of the war shifted dramatically. The enemy now held a decisive advantage, their sheer overwhelming numbers poised to obliterate the allied forces.
The allied forces found a measure of reassurance, knowing Isolde and Nerith stood with them. Their immense power promised a genuine contest against the undead legions. Moreover, Yuan and his companions were present. While their full capabilities remained unknown, it was clear they surpassed Nerith and Isolde significantly. After all, it was Yuan and his group who had transformed Nerith and Isolde into formidable beings, amplifying their strength tenfold in merely a few days. "Let the skeletal horde advance... we possess our own trump cards. We shall ensure he pays a steep price for trifling with us..." King Evander chuckled softly before resuming his duty. "Indeed... with 'them' fighting alongside us, this unforeseen crisis is less daunting... He did promise an end to this conflict..." Emperor Rhex mused, exhaling a gentle sigh. — Inside their tent, Yuan and his wives relaxed, monitoring the external situation with their Divine Sense, keeping abreast of all developments. Long before Vampire King Evander detected the undead, Yuan and his wives had sensed their approach, observing their movements with keen attention. "To think that the scouts my brother painstakingly trained have been captured and transformed into undead by the Undead King... what a cruel turn of events..." Nerith voiced her disbelief, her tone placid, yet a tempest raged beneath the surface. "The Undead King displays considerable cunning... He manipulated them to disseminate disinformation, aiming to lower our allied forces' vigilance." Valeria remarked, a subtle smirk gracing her lips. "His misfortune lies in his ignorance of our existence... He will be stunned when we decimate his forces." Vrasha chimed in with a broad grin, her knuckles cracking, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "You all shall manage the engagement. Unless the situation escalates to a point demanding my direct involvement, I will abstain from the melee." Yuan stated calmly. Nerith and Isolde reacted with immediate shock, their gazes fixed on him in utter disbelief. "What?! Why would you possibly do that??" Isolde exclaimed, her voice bordering on a shout. Nerith, however, remained silent, her expression a mask of profound bewilderment. Yuan drew a deep breath, articulating the rationale behind his decision to refrain from battle. A short while later, Nerith, with Yuan's assistance, donned her armor, poised to confront the undead. Just as she reached for her helmet, Yuan gently halted her, drawing her into an embrace and bestowing a tender kiss upon her lips. "What was that for?" she inquired bashfully, taken aback by the unexpected affection. "A token of good luck, naturally." Yuan responded with a warm smile. Nerith offered a shy smile, quickly securing her helmet to conceal her blush before exiting the tent with resolute steps, leaving Yuan momentarily speechless. "It seems she harbors a certain shyness despite her warrior's demeanor..." Yuan chuckled softly, turning his attention to Isolde. In contrast to Nerith, Isolde's demeanor and actions were notably audacious. Before Yuan could utter a word, she encircled his neck with her arms and pressed her lips to his. Yuan, accustomed to her boldness, reciprocated, entwining his arms around her waist and returning the kiss. Anna Grace and the others exchanged brief, affectionate kisses with him before departing the tent, leaving Yuan, Miss Zara, Little Zoe, and Yuyan in solitary company. "You humans are remarkably uninhibited in your displays of affection..." Yuyan commented, her face flushed with a deep blush, clearly embarrassed by the intimate scene. "And why do you perceive it as such? Or perhaps it stems from a lack of personal experience in such matters?" Yuan queried with a trace of amusement. Instead of a verbal response, Yuyan offered only silence, a tacit admission that conveyed everything Yuan needed to know. He understood implicitly. 'So, she has remained a virgin for tens of thousands of years... Both expected and yet, not entirely foreseeable...' Yuan mused internally. Meanwhile, Nerith ascended to the ramparts of the great wall, gazing upon the spectacle that instilled dread in the hearts of all warriors. Her newly enhanced senses allowed her to perceive the presence of millions of undead lurking within the dense mist that obscured all vision. "The sheer magnitude of their number is staggering... This must be the Undead King's strategy—to overwhelm us through sheer force of numbers..." she murmured, her voice low, her jaw clenched in frustration. Isolde stood beside her, remarking, "The majority of these undead are merely low-tier entities, assembled solely to inflate their numbers. They pose no significant threat to us." "However, those possessing intelligence will present a genuine challenge. Though, in the grand scheme, they are but insignificant ants we can crush at will." Lily added with a chilling smile, an air of unwavering confidence surrounding her.Valeria gave a slight nod, a subtle smile gracing her lips. "Indeed. We are the genuine peril lurking here... not the other way around."
Within mere moments, the encroaching black mist had neared the frontier, and from its depths, spectral figures of countless undead began to materialize.
"All personnel! Ready your arrows and take aim at the foe! Loose on my mark!"
The commander's command reverberated throughout the expanse of the great wall, prompting every archer to nock an arrow, poised to unleash a volley upon the advancing undead.
They remained in position, bowstrings taut, awaiting the signal.
"NOW!!!"
Swish! Swish! Swish!
A breathtaking torrent of tens of thousands of arrows surged skyward simultaneously, eclipsing the very heavens. The fiery tips blazed, piercing the gloom as they streaked towards the approaching undead horde.