1617 The World's End?
Monster invasion?
Ezekiel wouldn't believe it unless he set eyes on it. But this didn't stop him from being prepared.
"Quickly, boy! Have someone get my armor! And for the rest of you, follow me to the front line!"
Whether beast or ghost, they have Adonis on their side. So what was there to fear?
"Yahhhhh!!!"
The burly men covered with sweat from the blistering heat, all raised their swords, preparing to assist those on the courtyard walls.
They hadn't seen the actual battlefield yet. But seeing the overly bright orange mushroom cloud of heat on the other side, they knew the enemy came packing.
What sort of monstrous beasts had laid siege on them?
Adonis. Adonis. Adonis...
The men chanted in their hearts, their faces layered with sweat from the blistering heat. And right on cue, the Stableboys and masters released the horses in all directions.
It was like a stampede underway. Who had time to run to the back to grab a horse?
No!
Everyone knew the drill. And in no time, they yanked the reigns on the horses and hopped on without a month to spare.
Come on!
Ezekiel stabbed his legs on the stallion's sides, causing it to raise its front hooves high up in a standing position.
Go!
The black, burly giant horse beast looked like a monster straight out of one's wild fantasies.
Indeed. The Giants also had giant horses to accommodate their massive bodies.
And at first, when these Adonis people arrived, getting on these wild horses was difficult.
But after months and months here, they also got used to them.
Gallop. Gallop. Gallop. Gallop~
A stream of hooves advanced with all their might towards the front regions of the training estate.
Boom!!
Another loud thundering noise shocked the men and the horses.
"Hee-he-he-hee'"
The horses were restless, sensing the impending danger outside the walled estate.
Dammit!
Ezekiel's veins protruded from his hands while steadying his horse.
"Don't stop now! Keep them steady, and keep going! Galtose! I want Line formation at the front. If and when the enemy breaks in, we give them hell!"
The very short man Galtose, galloping beside Ezekial, nodded. "Yes, Battleford!"
"Thomas!"
"Here, my lord!"
"I cover the surrounding walls and act as support. I want all archers ready at the snap of a finger. Have the Ballistas ready to kill them all."
"Say no more, my lord... Hyah!" He kicked off, and several others followed him.
"Permolio! You're back up! Stay behind Galtose."
He and his direct men would be the 2nd wave of attack.
Hyah!
The ever-silent Permolio took off after a brief nod.
"Now, the rest of you, follow me to the front wall!"
They will assist those at the front walls to launch attacks on the enemy from the outside.
Gallop. Gallop. Gallop!
The dark horse on the majestic horses danced with vigor, like mesmerizing flames of fire.
Dammit!
Ezekiel looked at the sky, his face morbid and pale white.
It won't be long before the sun comes up. And by then, fighting a war alongside the deadly heat tornadoes would be far more difficult than now.
Not good!
Ezekiel knew that this period was the only time they had to turn things around favorably.
That's why he made a dangerous decision in his abrupt plans.
Soon, they will have to open the gates and lead the 'monsters' in!
With their catapults and other heavy weapons surrounding the inner walls, he felt they could trap and destroy the enemy to smithereens.
But before he could make the call to open the gates, he had to see what enemy they were working with and determine if his move was right.
Iron Monsters?
The name screamed by many on the towering walls seemed ridiculous. So in this matter, he trusted his eyes more.
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
Ezekiel forced his unwilling horse to advance before dismounting and rushing into the front walls.
"The Battleford is here!"
The moment Ezekiel arrived, many seemed to see a savior.
They walked alongside him, running up the narrow stairway to the top.
Ezekiel passed over a hundred people, standing before the numerous tiny triangular-shaped holes in the walls with arrows at hand.
One of the men tagging along quickly spoke on the situation with a distorted look.
"Battleford Ezekiel. It's all too strange. I swear on my first wife's life that I've never seen anything like this."
Boom!!!
The explosive noise clapped out again as though to back up what the warrior said.
It might be their imagination, but they all felt their ears (eardrums) threatening to burst.
After the ring came a second of deafness, and a 'wang-wang' resonating noise echoing in their ears.
Listening to the sound this close was different from when he stood in the courtyard.
The explosive heat he felt made the ridges on his neck more pronounced.
Ezekiel subconsciously rubbed on his blessed bracelet that had been dunked into Adonis' Holy Water back in Lampe.
He who had never known fear now had his heart drumming critically. But soon, he called down.
'Get behind me, evil spirits of confusion! Nothing can waver my faith in Adonis. With him by my side, I will never lose!'
"Keep talking!"
"Yes, Battleford." The burly man answered, seemingly impressed and awed by Ezekiel's strong demeanor.
When they first heard the quaking noise this close, many were left in a daze with the color from their faces drained. But for Battleford Ezekiel, he saw no changes on the man's face.
As expected of one who is titled Battleford.
The men retained confidence, seeing Ezekiel's mood. And in no time, they retold all they saw.
"My lord... It's like this..."
Boom! Boom!
2 more attacks resounded before the group reached the very top.
Ezekiel had already gotten the gist of the matter.
But it was one thing to hear it and another to see.
This... This... This...
Ezekiel's face turned stiff, and his eyes almost fell off their sockets.
Chaos everywhere... Fire as high as a mountain in all corners, smoke, cracking noises, erupting floors of soil leaping high into the air.
Terrible. Terrible…
Was this the end of the world?
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