Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 838- Knight Captain (2)

The man who was her big brother and her only family after the death of their parents, the one who raised, pampered and trained her. The man who was like a big brother and father to her… only she knew the pain she felt when he insisted on staying behind while he stayed behind and protected them from the enemies.

 At that moment, she wanted to tell him to come with them; however, in the end, she couldn't after she saw the light of resolution in his eyes. He had determined to himself to fight the enemy till his last breath.

Seeing him once again appear in front of her eyes, how could she hold herself back? Immediately, she tugged the Banemoose under her and raced towards him. However, before she could get any closer, Cynthia raced along and blocked her path.

"Calm down Alvara, that person… no matter how similar they look, he is not your big brother" A look of struggle flashed past her eyes as she said those words.

When Alvara heard those words, her eyes held traces of fury as she replied back. "Wha… how can you say that princess? He is Cyrus Skyler, my brother. How can you fail to recognise the man who has been protecting the royal family so many years?"

It was not like they hadn't fought before. However, those quarrels were long in the past when they were young. After they grew up there was seldom any moment where they disagreed with each other on some points much less argued like that.

Today was one of these rare moments. Facing the harsh words of the obviously enraged Alvara, Cynthia did not get mad instead a look of compassion and empathy appeared on her face.

 As someone who had also lost her family, she knew very well what her friend was going through. The sea of emotions that was raging inside her and the resentment she must be going through right now. It was precisely because she understood that she didn't want her friend to lose her path. Get latest 𝒏ovel ch𝒂pters on n𝒐velbjn(.)c/𝒐m

"Look at him, even if the body is the same as the knight captain, he is no longer the same person. The person I respect the most, your big brother would rather die than stand in our way. Did your emotions blind you completely for you not to be able to see that? Your brother, Cyrus Syler is gone" Cynthia held Alvara's shoulders and gave her a strong jolt.

Finally, as if her words went through the latter, the turbulence in her eyes dissipated and she hurriedly collected herself.

"Please excuse my earlier outburst, princess. I did not mean the words I just said earlier, I was simply not myself"

The first thing Alvara did after regaining her clarity was apologise to the princess who was also her close friend. Then she turned her eyes towards the interior of the city where she saw the figure of her brother.

It was just as Cynthia had said, her brother did not seem like himself. Not only did he look extremely pale with sunken eyes and dark circles, but his face also looked craggy and weather beaten as if they had gone through some kind of terrible experience.

On top of that, those eyes which he used to glance at others, no longer retained the same life as they did before and looked lost and grey just like a dead person.

Most of all, Cyrus Skyler, her brother and the knight captain would never stand against the soldier of his own kingdom. The person in front of her was no longer her brother but a different being completely.

"Alvara are you alright?" At this moment, Burg, Marba and her other companions also caught up with her. They raised their heads and looked at their friend with concern.

"That person…" Burg opened his mouth to say something but Alvara already perceived what he was going to say and smiled. "I know, that person is not my brother".

Seeing her finally come to terms with herself, all of them quietly sighed a breath of relief. Honestly, more than the appearance of the the Kinght Captain, they were more worried about their friend.

"I sense the faint aura similar to the tainted knights on the body of the Knight captain" Cynthia commented, observing the new tainted knight soldiers with her eyes that had transformed into a pure white lion eyes.

A wild and ancient aura emanated out of her body and the changes slowly started spreading from her eyes to all of her body.

"Those bastards, they must have done something to Sir Cyrus. I will definitely not forgive them for desecrating his honour like that" Burg muttered as killing intent surged from his body.

As one of the knights of the royal family, he had the honour of receiving guidance from the Knight Captain. Since then, he considered the latter his teacher. It was not only him, everyone including Cynthia had received some form of guidance from the knight captain when they were young. Naturally, seeing him like this pissed all of them.

"The soldiers on the front won't be able to stop them. The adventurers are also being held back by the Dread Reaper's Brigade. It looks like we can't sit still and have to intervene"

18:01

Spoke the old assassin, Brett. As a veteran adventurer previously, he was able to see the situation in the battleground much more clearly than the others.

Burg and the others nodded their heads. They were about to make their moves, when Annette waved her hand to stop them.

 "There is no need for you guys to intervene yet. The Air Engine has reached the optimal height, soon it will be raining hell over there. Leave it to Blake and his team. And besides, Thedore, Maybell and her group are also there. If the situation seems like it will go out of control, we will naturally intervene".

Annette's words were reasonable and was well thought out. They naturally had no qualms following it. Besides, she had been in charge of their tactics and strategies since before the war started.

Her numerous strategies that brought them victory every single time, gained their trust over time.

BOOOM… over at the battlefield, a resounding boom sounded out for the umpteenth time. While Cynthia and her group watched over from the distance, the Air Engine finally reached the battlefield.

 Following which, one barrel after another fell from the sky. The moment they landed on the ground, they would explode in a powerful blast.

BOOM… BOOMM… following the first barrel, more and more explosions took place in the chaotic battlefield. Miserable screams and howls of agony continuously rang out from inside the flames, producing numerous scorched figures.

With each deafening explosion, billowing clouds of smoke and flames erupted into the air, casting a hellish glow over the scene below. The concussive force of the blasts was immense, knocking soldiers off their feet and hurling them through the air like ragdolls.

The ground trembled beneath their feet, threatening to swallow them whole as the relentless onslaught of explosions continued unabated.

The already chaotic battlefield became even more chaotic. The screams of the wounded and dying pierced the air, mingling with the crackling of flames and the roar of detonations creating an ominous cacophony.

Through the haze of smoke and fire, Cynthia and her group watched with bated breaths as the devastation unfolded before their eyes. Needless to say, the agonising screams and the charred bodies twisted by the merciless onslaught were from the Blackthorn's side.

Not a single soldier from their kingdom of Ellsemere was caught up in it. With the appearance of the Air Engine and the barrels that were filled with overloaded core stones dropping from the sky, the flow of the tide which had turned towards the Blackthorn's side, flipped over once again.

The battlefield had been transformed into a nightmarish landscape of destruction and despair, where death lurked at every turn. With gritted teeth and steely determination, Cynthia, Alvara and her group saw barrels of core stones drown the figure of Cyrus Skyler.

BOOOOM… in the next second flames that reached hundreds of feet towards the sky, engulfed the figure of the Knight captain within.

Clench… Alvara slowly clenched her fists, her body trembled and her eyes became red from all the pent up emotions that surged within her heart. Nevertheless, with an unshakable resolve she took a deep breath and suppressed all of it down.

"Don't worry we won't let his sacrifice go to vain. We will definitely take the kingdom back from the enemies"

 Cynthia commented from beside her. She vowed to press on, leading her comrades into the heart of the battlefield that was currently raging with inferno.

Over at the sky, inside the Air Engine. A man whistled out as she saw the pillars of flames rising high to the sky from the land. Looking from up here, it looked like a volcano was raging as it quickly spewed out hot geysers of flames.

"Although it's wasteful and my heart burns when using them like this, the devastating power they release really feels great. It feels like dropping the judgement of god from the sky"

The man laughed, he was none other than Wyot. Beside him were Blake, Frida and the others. Currently, they were overloading the core stones inside these barrels and throwing them down on the enemy. A tactic that they had already practised and tried against Castledor. And given its previous success, they had integrated this tactic into their strategy.