Chapter 13 (2)

Chapter 13 (2)

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At Philips mixed exclamation and question, Ian let out a heavy sigh. Its a curse on all humans who have set foot on this land. It says they wont be free even in death.

Such ominous words. Groaning, Philip grabbed his head in response to the next roar. Sir? Is this something different?

Of course, its a spell. Ian replied dryly, turning his head toward the grave. Get out of there right now. Soon the corpses will come back to Seeing the mercenaries, he stopped talking. They were no longer normal, with wild eyes and demented laughter.

While everyone else was in disarray, Miguel picked up the fallen dagger and ran toward them. Hey, you bastards! Come over here right now!

Ians warning had become reality. Limbs popped out of the tomb, crawling out of the ground in an instant. The revived dead contorted their limbs grotesquely and rushed at the mercenaries right in front of them. The mercenaries came to their senses belatedly, screaming as gaping mouths and limbs mercilessly covered them. With all their armor and weapons thrown to the side, they had no means of resistance against the biting and chewing of the ghouls.

Miguel screamed and threw himself forward, picking up a dagger that had fallen to the ground. No! You ungrateful bastards!

What should we do, Sir? Philip asked, deep in thought.New novel chapters are published on

Instead of answering, Ian tightened his grip on his sword. His gaze turned toward Durlahan with the calm eyes no longer showing any anticipation. The result was different from what he had expected, but he was accustomed to such sudden situations. At the very least, he had to divert their attention first.

Maeve spoke coolly. As promised, Ill yield the vanguard. She turned to look at Philip, Philip, assist them.

Philips eyes widened in surprise. Are you saying I have to do it alone? Maeve was already gone, spurring her horse ahead. Philip looked back at Ian as if expecting help, but Ian paid him no attention.

Immediately after passing her, the whip, like a snake, twisted back towards her. Maeve swiftly raised her left arm, the whip wound around her forearm with the sound of metal grinding against metal. Blue sparks erupted as the magical power imbued in the whip pierced through even the divine power coating her gauntlet. Maeve clenched her teeth and held onto the sword.

With a sudden gust of wind, the whip that had been taut lost its strength. The magic that had coated her arm dissipated like a haze. Maeve clenched a falling bone fragment in her hand and instinctively turned her gaze. Ian! Her voice carried an unconscious relief.

Beyond the scattering thorns, Ian, who had cut off the whip and swiftly passed by, came into view. He looked back at her, his voice, infused with magic, pierced through her ears. Come at me again, with all your might. Ian turned without waiting for an answer. The whip fell, now useless to the ground.

Maeves gaze returned to Dullahan who was now focused on the sudden intruder. Her sword regained its glow, the divine power on her armor sharpened, and strength surged through her body. Her horses erratic breathing stabilized. Maeve tightened the reins with all her might and her horse ran without fear.

Dullahan, who had been chasing Ian, drew close. Maeve released her divine power with her determination and collided with Dullahan. Dullahan shattered into pieces once again. Even though she had pierced it once more, Maeve narrowed her eyes. Another failure- This time was just as light as before.

But then, the sound of Iains hooves reached her ears. Ian charged into the mangled form of Dullahan, his sword imbued with magical power flashed for an instant and in a sharp arc cut into the creature.

As Maeve watched, Dullahans silhouette evaporated like a mirage. All that remained in the air were the small pieces Iain had cut off. Immediately after, Iain leaped off the saddle, holding his sword with both hands above his head, he swung it downward.

Crash!

TL: Selwinkat

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