Chapter 216

The solar shines brightly overhead as my ears burn with disgrace, awkwardly nodding at my Sentinels whereas making my approach to the entrance strains. Although theyve expressed nothing however encouragement and reduction over my close to brush with demise, their help is overshadowed by the unmistakable sound of my beautiful betrotheds choked laughter following me via the group. Candy as she is, Mila has by no means been shy about stating my errors. The truth is, she takes nice enjoyment of telling everybody we find out about how I mistook Adujan for a boy, bringing it up each probability she will get. Simply remembering the pity and sympathy in Baatars eyes makes me wildly uncomfortable, a mortifying expertise to say the least. Now, I’ve handed her the motherlode of mockery, opening my massive mouth to brag about not needing to get shut. This silly Heavenly Water is a jerk, making me look dangerous.

My fluidic buddy provides no defence for its inaction, emanating a muted sense of torpid complacency. Not due to my present scenario, no, its happy as a result of it ate away the ichor on Li Songs face. Im nonetheless not totally certain what occurred, because it ignored my pleas to heal Milas burns. Then, whereas I panicked over Li Songs melting face, it acted with out route or permission, squeezing out a tiny drop no bigger than my pinky which made its approach down the stream of water and onto Li Songs face. As soon as there, it purified the Demonic vitality contained in the ichor and neutralized the chemical burn in a matter of seconds, leaving nothing however inert chunks of goo whereas silently demanding I retrieve the wayward droplet.

So why heal Li Tune and never Mila? Does it assume its too good to heal widespread burns or does it have a fetish for Demonic fluids? Might I exploit this to exorcise the Defiled? They dont precisely have monks round, but when my little buddy is known as a Tear of the Mom, then I’d turn out to be the primary. Ha, I can see it now, working across the battlefield with a tiny flask in hand, splashing my enemies and shouting, The Energy of Mother compels you!

An unnerving sense of dissent emanates from my unconscious, my quasi-sentient squatter voicing its refusal. Not precisely certain if its refusing the designation of Tear of the Mom or being put in a flask and sprinkled about, nevertheless it doesnt trouble clarifying. Its so bizarre sharing my physique with an amorphous blob of water. I imply, the human physique is greater than 50% water, so I suppose I’ve room to spare, however Im curious as to the place its bodily situated. Is it in my pores and skin or is it deeper, like in my blood or one thing? Once I sweat, am I sweating common fluids or Heavenly Water? By some means, the considered Heavenly Water seeping from my armpits and working down my butt crack virtually appears blasphemous, even when Im not wholly satisfied of a better energy watching over me. Acquired any solutions for me, little water buddy?

Providing no rationalization, its presence lingers in my unconscious mind, silent and happy. So irritating, my fortuitous encounter has left me with extra questions than solutions. Im fairly certain this isnt what occurs to most individuals with a Blessing of the Components. From what Ive gathered, everybody else will get instruments and a psychological instruction guide. I get a delayed, silent companion who could or could not assist relying on its temper. I dont even know what Heavenly Water does, except for act as a supply of Heavenly Vitality. I suppose if I theoretically lived to a thousand years previous, my bones would possibly flip right into a Coronary heart for a Non secular Weapon, however I dont see how thats any assist. In poor health be lengthy useless by then, however possibly my nice nice nice no matter grandkids could make a pleasant sword or one thing, assuming my watery buddy sticks round that lengthy.Up to date from novelbIn.(c)om

Id like to name a timeout and ask one million inquiries to anybody keen to pay attention, however the Defiled arent precisely taking part in good. Ugh, what I wouldnt give for the Almighty Appraisal ability to grace me with its presence. Itd be a lot simpler than fumbling round at nighttime and hoping I stumble over one thing helpful. Data is a weapon and Im armed with the equal of a rusty spoon in a world filled with tactical nukes.

The duels arrayed earlier than me solely serves to bolster the notion of my inferiority. Hugging the left facet of the bridge, Tenjin clashes with Ravager Kaliyan, a busty, porcelain-skinned magnificence with the worst case of loopy eyes Ive ever seen. Their blades transferring quicker than I can comply with, neither warrior capable of acquire a bonus amidst the orchestra of chiming metal and hissing taunts, Kaliyans guarantees of ache and pleasure sending a chill down my backbone. Regardless of their flurry of movement, neither one strays greater than a hand span left or proper, combating as if atop a steadiness beam, each constrained by the railing and their neighbouring ally.

Occupying the centre of the bridge, Tursinai and Mao Jianghong stalk facet to facet, trying to find a possibility to strike at their companions foe whereas everybody else steers clear. Two domineering warriors taking part in a sport of cat and mouse, struggling to outline which one is predator and which one is prey. Strolling the razors edge, Tursinai dances with the traitor guard captain, whirling her chain overhead like a flail to threaten Kaliyan and preserve Jianghong on the defensive in a gut-wrenching match of wits and positioning. Step too shut and her life is forfeit, ended by a single swipe of his huge saber. Stray too far and Tenjin pays the value, leaving her to cope with two fearsome foes with out assist.

Fuck every part about that. Im not going close to any of these 4.

With virtually three-quarters of the obtainable house claimed by epic duels, the Defiled conflict with my Sentinels alongside the best facet of the bridge. Solely three warriors from every faction commerce blows, as any extra would intrude with Tursinai and Jianghongs match, spelling immediate demise for anybody apart from the 2. Caught in an odd pocket of calm, I watch as my Sentinels maintain the road, periodically switching locations each time somebody tires or is injured. A stalemate, with neither facet is keen to wholly commit till their respective champions are victorious. So, what to do?

A half-baked concept varieties in my thoughts and I stifle a sigh whereas glancing at my gathered Sentinels, finding out their reactions as I ask, So which of you idle slackers are my supposed bodyguards? The query raises just a few chuckles, however nobody steps ahead to assert the title, nor are there any apparent tells. Come on, dont be shy, Im not upset. Dont anticipate a glowing assessment after we get dwelling, however I have to know whats on the desk.

After ready longer than I in all probability ought to have, I swallow my disappointment and transfer on. Silly mendacity Gerel and silly Baatar. Effective, be mysterious, see if I care. Simply please be actual, as a result of issues are about to get bushy. Alright then, heres the plan… Seeing the Sentinels grasp onto my each phrase, it strikes me as odd how theyre all keen to comply with me into battle. All of them look so younger, although that doesnt imply a lot. Most of them might in all probability kick my ass, and Im certain quite a lot of are higher fitted to command. What am I doing right here, taking part in at being the chief? Its loopy, Im not certified for this.

The subsequent wave crashes into us virtually instantly, my little trio gaining floor actually one step at a time. I hate slug fests like this, no room to breathe or maneuver, only a bloody hack and slash amid the press of our bodies and blood. An axe rebounds off Tranquility and glances off my scalp. Falling to my knees, I stab my opponent within the groin, inwardly wincing as I do. Sorry, not sorry. The nice and cozy spray of blood coats my face, filling me with disgust and revulsion. So messy, that is why I hate combating on foot. I dont like cavalry battles a lot both, too exhausting to stab folks with a brief sword and defend, however I doubt Id like them extra if I had a spear. Duels are form of shit too, with all the extreme construct up and the stress of an viewers, its dangerous for the guts. I suppose when it comes proper right down to it, I dont actually like combating a lot. I like coaching to combat, Im simply not a giant fan of the entire risking life and limb bit.

I ought to take up a safer interest, like knitting. No, these needles are fairly sharp. Perhaps I ought to simply begin playing. That looks as if innocent enjoyable.

Somebody pulls me to my toes and shouts in my ear, bringing the world again into focus. Fucking head wounds, Im undoubtedly stealing Joranis helmet after this. No, not simply the helmet, itd be a disgrace to interrupt up such a beautiful set. I need all of it. Wiping the blood from my eyes, I heal my damage whereas keeping off my newest foe, one other towering bandit with blood-shot eyes. Heavenly Water bro, you made a turtle develop large, proper? Please, Im not asking for a lot, simply twenty centimetres taller and like fifty kilos of muscle, thats all I want.

My request goes unanswered as my visitor ignores me, doing no matter it’s that water does to move the time. I miss Baledagh, battles had been a lot simpler with him round. Alone, I can barely Hone, heal and preserve my Aura going, my thoughts occupied on staying alive. No Reinforcement, too chaotic for Amplification, and my opponents arent predictable sufficient to Deflect. I nonetheless have not discovered how I acquired my mysterious increase of vitality through the duels on the Wall, however thats one thing to fret about one other time. Missing all these instruments, Im little higher than your common soldier, except for being sturdy. Dont get me fallacious, sturdiness is fairly helpful for preserving me alive, plus it permits me to take riskier actions most traditional warriors would keep away from, which suggests I are likely to catch my opponents off guard. Sadly, the draw back of being sturdy is I’ve to get damage, or Id simply be losing my benefit.

Gritting my tooth on the jarring affect, I slide Peace via metallic, flesh, and bone, my opponent gasping in confusion as his physique slumps to the bottom, his backbone neatly severed. Leaving him to bleed out, I filter out the remaining Defiled, and seeing no new opponents approaching, I benefit from the temporary calm whereas I can. Panting for breath, the stench of demise makes me heave and gag, the style of copper blood heavy on my tongue. Most of it isnt mine, however Im unsure if that makes it higher or worse.

To this point, the plan goes effectively regardless of not utilizing any fancy Chi abilities or Elemental Blessing, simply good quaint guts, metal, and teamwork. Argat and Jochi guard my flanks whereas Jianghong and Tursinai proceed their trade, the previous shifting away from Argats fixed barrage of useless our bodies, sticking nearer to Kaliyan. Tasteless although it might be, corpse-bombing a person in the midst of a duel appears extremely efficient. We simply have to preserve doing what had been doing, pushing within the flank and placing stress on the 2 Defiled leaders. If had been fortunate, their rank and file will collapse and the 2 former Bannermen will clear up. Even within the worst-case state of affairs, effectively have loads of alternatives to poke at Jianghong as he retreats. Thats the entire level of bringing spears in any case, and my borrowed Sentinels are performing admirably.

The Defiled bandits stand and watch my little trio, ready to see if we take our subsequent step, bringing us previous the midway mark between Jianghong and Tursinai. Wholly content material to face and relaxation, I regular my respiration and look on the cloudless sky. Somewhat rain could be good, assist wash away all this blood and put a damper on Gens pyrotechnics. Unlikely, however a person can dream in any case. Then once more, Im unsure we even have to fret about Gen for awhile, Mila kicked his shit in actual good. Thats my lady. Shed be fairly helpful in a bind like this, tossing her spear out and calling it again over and over. Thats a trick Id like to study. Or possibly I needs to be like Tenjin and carry like a metric tonne of knives.

Catching wind of my delaying tactic, the Defiled discover their braveness and cost, nonetheless solely bringing three to the combat. Idiots, they’d take fewer casualties in the event that they despatched extra troopers to distract Tursinai, however none of them are keen to throw their lives in opposition to her. Oh effectively, no relaxation for the weary, so as soon as extra into the fray I’m going. Surging ahead, I plunge Peace into the foremost bandits chest whereas Tranquility distracts his buddy on the left. With the bandit nonetheless squirming on my sword, I exploit his mass to pin the third bandit to the rail, incomes a punch to the jaw for all my troubles. Jochis spear plunges via the flailing bandits neck and I flip simply in time to observe Argat ship one other corpse arcing via the air to land at Jianghongs toes.

Snarling as he strikes again, Jianghong turns his consideration to us, his darkish, piercing eyes promising all method of wrath and vengeance, however Tursinai is prepared and ready. Utilizing his momentary distraction, she launches her sickle straight out in direction of Jianghongs face, knocking him again with the highly effective thrust. On the identical time, her chain circles round in a large curve on a collision course with the again of Tenjins head. My abdomen clenches in worry at her obvious mistake, however on the final second, Tenjin geese below the weighted chain which hammers dwelling into Kaliyans face. Her head snaps again with a thunderous crack, sending a sprig of blood up into the air. Leaving nothing to probability, Tenjins brief swords pierce via her armour and sink deep into her chest. With a brief, shuddering gasp, the notorious seductress falls limply in opposition to Tenjin, her previously stunning face a pulpy mess of blood and bone.

As if her demise had been some prearranged sign, my Sentinels roar and cost as one, shaking the Defiled from their stupor and right into a mass rout. Like a mad canine combating for scraps, I dive in head first, slicing down bandits as they flip to flee, my coronary heart racing on the prospect of victory. In a whiteout of rage and fury, I increase my sword and defend repeatedly, slaughtering my enemies as they flee earlier than me. Exhibiting no mercy, I sound the cost throughout the bridge, main troopers and Sentinels alike to strike on the chaotic Defiled strains, exhibiting them what it means to face in opposition to the Bekhai.

I’m Falling Rain, Warrant Officer of the Empire, Sentinel of the Individuals.

That is my nation, and although Id somewhat be dwelling secure and sound, I’ll combat to defend it, and others will comply with.

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