Chapter 890 Perseus's Last Stand
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As time wore on, and the sky became brighter and brighter, things continued to improve for Grahtos.
And as a way to maintain balance, things kept going south for Perseus.
Chaos, panic, and desertion all started to inflict and spread throughout the army, while Perseus found himself helpless to do anything about it.
Until finally the man decided not to do anything.
Perseus found himself completely pushed into a corner with seemingly no way out.
So at the end of his ropes, he relinquished all control of the battlefield to the whims of all the individual men there, letting them whatever they wished, while he himself wanted to try and kill as many enemies as possible before he was eventually surrounded and butchered.
He would wash all his worries and fears with the blood of the enemy right in front of him.
"*Clang!* Let's die a glorious death!"
It was with those words that the warrior king at last drew his sword, swearing to himself like a martyr and throwing all his regrets and concerns to the wind, as he wheeled his horse directly to the very frontlines, joining the fight himself.
And soon he had his first kill, as his sword came down on an unsuspecting legionary. Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
And then in the following few while, the king found his blade dyed with a good few kills, proving his skills as an elite warrior.
After all, he had been trained since birth for moments just like this.
"Hahaha, this feels great. Brings back memories." The familiar swing of the blade also worked quickly to bring out memories of his youth in Perseus, of a time when he had fought on the very frontlines under his father.
Those were the happy times and remembering it brought a large smile to his face.
Perseus also began to soon feel much lighter and happier as he waved his weapon from his horse, the movement and exercise distracting him from the dire situation he was currently facing.
And as this euphoria filled him, the man decided to fully embrace it, handing the worry of life and death over to his ancestors above.
In such a state, Perseus was able to achieve great success with his blade, his brave and charismatic approach to the fight letting him effortlessly cleave through many opponents.
However, after a while, he noticed that no matter how many men he killed, the enemy's number in front of him never seemed to dwindle even by a drop.
When one of them fell to his blade, another soldier was already ready and even somewhat eager to replace him, taking up the mantle to continue challenging the king.
Hence to the royal man, their numbers appeared unending.
This was not of course normal, as soldiers tended to very avoid skilled opponents.
However, in this case, the phenomenon was due to his identity- Perseus, the king of Tibias.
And it was evidenced by the fact that even though the noise of the battlefield, Perseus could clearly hear the distinct hoarse cries of many officers in azhak urging their men as such,
"That is the king! Kill him!"
"10,000 ropals to the one who gets his head!"/
If he was not dead yet, he would very likely die unless he received immediate medical care.
"Brother!" And seeing this, the other brother felt his eyes redden, as he tried to rush to the other's rescue.
However unfortunately for him, there stood a very formidable man on his horse between him and that.
And in much contrast to what the duo had thought, although injured, Perseus did not seem at all fazed
This was because fortunately for him, the wound he got was relatively shallow, since the inexperienced peasant levy did not put enough power into the stab itself, and forgot to properly drive in the steel.
Of course that did not mean it still did not hurt, and Perseus did have to forcefully suppress the stinging pain of the injury.
And perhaps it was pain that made the man quite angry, as he fiercely fell upon the poor, untrained boy, determined to make him pay.
While the poor levy could only scamper behind his shield and try and hold on for dear life, for he was absolutely no match for someone even a fifth of Perseus's skill.
The 'duel', if you call it that, seemed destined to end soon, and in Perseus's favor at that.
Or so it seemed!
For not far away from this clash of 'titans', on a rooftop was a Thesian soldier belonging to Perseus's army watching all this happen.
This clever man had climbed up to this high vantage point to avoid the chaos and congestion of the streets below, and being a silent observer, he burned with pure rage at Perseus for dragging them to his death trap.
He wanted to try and take his revenge.
To accomplish this, he picked up one of the heavy earthen tiles that lined the roof of the house, and quickly took aim, hoping to spot an opportune moment to throw it, preferably when Perseus stopped moving.
And as lady luck would have it, that situation would quickly present itself, as that poor boy was soon unable to withstand Perseus's brutal attack, and tripped and fell, while the king paused momentarily to raise his sword and deliver the killing blow to the defenseless man.
It was this very chance that man had been waiting for so long, and he grasped it with both hands, expertly twisting his body and instantly throwing as accurate a shot as possible.
The huge projectile wheezed through the air like a rocket, making a low droning sound, before
*Bang!*
It luckily hit the target!
While for the recipient of this- Perseus, the hit came out of literally nowhere.
One moment he was looking down at a lowly peasant who dared to challenge him, wishing to gut him alive.
And the next moment, there was a huge earthen tile headed straight towards his face.
The king perhaps did not even understand what hit him, as the huge tile shattered into a thousand tiles upon contact and the huge momentum tipped him off balance, knocking him off his horse.
*Thud*
He fell head first into the stone paved streets and then instantly lost consciousness.
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