Elden Ring, building a legion of ashes

Chapter 134 Reattachment by Grek

Several tens of minutes passed, and the battle had become completely intense.

The flames of war spread rapidly from the main gate of Stoneville City all the way to the inner courtyard square.

This place has almost become a giant grinding mill of flesh and blood.

The originally gray-white stone slabs were now stained a shocking dark red with blood.

The first to break down were the prisoner soldiers dressed in tattered clothes and wearing heavy wooden shackles around their necks.

Forced by the overseers, they acted as mobile fire pots, desperately rushing towards the battle between the demi-humans and Kenneth Hyde.

However, before they could even get close, they were torn to pieces by the ferocious demi-humans.

Several enormous demi-human leaders brandished rusty longswords and nimbly plunged into the group of prisoners and soldiers.

With a single sweep of their blades, they severed the arms of several prisoners along with the fire pots they held.

"boom!"

The fire pot exploded upon landing, instantly engulfing three or four prisoners nearby.

The aftershocks of the explosion also sent several small Asians that had rushed too far forward flying, their fates unknown.

Most attacks by ordinary demi-humans are completely unpredictable and lack any discernible pattern.

They were like mad beasts, tearing at the enemy's throat with sharp teeth and frantically stabbing the prisoner soldiers in the abdomen with broken daggers.

As the battle intensified.

Soon, the broken bones and charred flesh on the ground mixed together, making a nauseating "crunch" sound when stepped on.

Those lowly prisoners who were usually responsible for carrying the pupae have now become piles of minced meat on the battlefield.

"roar--!!"

The roars of dozens of mountain trolls echoed throughout the entire city of Stoneville.

The golden greatswords in their hands could stir up a storm of blood and gore with every swing.

Often, a single strike could turn four or five Grik soldiers, shield and all, into a bloody pulp.

However, the battle situation did not turn out to be entirely one-sided.

Those twenty-odd descendants of nobles with limbs attached became the most terrifying counterattack force of the defending army.

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Half of them use that eerie golden prayer, their shields and swords gleaming with a holy yet deadly light.

Often, a descendant of a noble with multiple limbs can use his advantage of having many arms and his strange agility to hold off two clumsy mountain giants on his own.

They were like disgusting and crazed spiders, scurrying back and forth across the battlefield, reaping lives.

"Aww—"

A mountain demon clutched its ankle in pain and knelt down on the ground.

Its hind leg tendon was severed by a ceremonial straight sword belonging to a descendant of a noble family who had performed limb grafts, exposing the bare white bone.

Then, two or three descendants of the aristocratic family suddenly jumped up and climbed onto the mountain demon's back like a swarm of ants.

Dozens of arms swung simultaneously, and golden sword light fell like a meat grinder.

In an instant, the enormous mountain demon was sliced ​​off like minced meat, its back flesh being shredded away, blood gushing out like a fountain.

"Hang in there!!"

On the other side, Neferi was also covered in blood.

However, only a few of the wounds were her own; most were splattered blood from the enemy.

She swung her double axes, and with another sweeping motion, deflected the ceremonial straight sword that was coming at her.

Then she leaped out like a cheetah, raising her two axes high.

Facing the pale, distorted, and deranged face of this descendant of a nobleman who had undergone limb extension.

There was no fear in her sharp, leopard-like eyes, only pure fighting spirit, as she charged forward with her slender and agile figure.

The entire battlefield was now in complete chaos.

However, it wasn't just Xia Tong and Neferi Lu who shone brightly in the Faded Ones camp.

In the round hall, there were still some exceptionally talented warriors silently supporting the battle.

The battlefield at this moment was like a giant meat grinder, frantically devouring the lives of both sides.

On the crumbling left flank of the Allied forces, there was a faded figure wearing a thief's mask.

He was dressed in the knight's armor of the Round Table Hall style, like a stubborn rock, firmly nailed to the forefront of the defensive line, refusing to retreat an inch.

Before him stood three bloodthirsty exiles.

Even more deadly, a group of strangely behaving descendants of aristocratic limb-splitting nobles were rapidly approaching from the side, intending to break through his defenses.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The three exiled soldiers roared as they simultaneously swung their scimitars and spears at the vital points of the faded man.

The offensive came simultaneously from the front and the sides, leaving no room for error.

However, he simply raised the heavy royal army shield in his hand with nonchalant ease.

The shield, as thick as a door panel, instantly transformed into an insurmountable wall of steel in front of him.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dense sounds of hacking and chiseling resounded across the metal surface of the large shield, sending sparks flying everywhere.

In the midst of the violent collision, the faded person's jet-black hair flew wildly through the air.

His hair covered his forehead and eyebrows, and only a pair of cold and fierce eyes could be vaguely seen behind the hair, like a lone wolf lying in wait.

Faced with this barrage of frenzied attacks, the faded one remained as steadfast as a rock.

His body swayed slightly, his feet rooted to the ground, which was covered in blood and mud.

"this one?"

A disdainful sneer came from beneath the thief's mask.

Necarus channeled all his strength into his left arm and shoved the heavy shield forward with all his might.

Combat Technique - Shield Charge!

"Bang--!!"

A dull, loud bang.

This shield strike was powerful and heavy, like a charging bull.

The exiled soldiers felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, as if they had been hit head-on by a speeding war chariot.

Their sternums caved in instantly, and they were flung four or five meters away like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground, their fate unknown.

However, the crisis was not over.

The noble descendant with the extended limb had somehow rushed in front of him.

"Watch out! Necaros!!"

Neferi, who was in the distance, was clearly keeping a close eye on the battlefield.

Necarus was a master of the Round Table, and Nephili was quite familiar with him.

"Eeya eeya—!!"

The descendants of the aristocratic family who had their limbs extended emitted sharp, piercing cries.

The ceremonial straight sword in its hand, under the influence of the golden prayer, already emitted a layer of sacred yet dangerous golden light.

This monster did not choose the usual wide-ranging slashes.

Instead, he used his dozen or so arms to swing at the same time, each arm performing the same move—multi-stage thrusts.

This dense attack, like a storm, crashed wildly against the large shield with a resounding "thud thud thud."

These disgusting descendants of aristocratic limb-splitting nobles wielded swords not only with extremely high frequency but also with immense force.

Necarus was forced to retreat repeatedly.

But if you look closely, you'll find that his retreat is very regular.

With each step back, he skillfully deflected most of the impact onto the ground through the angle of his shield.

"Ding ding! Ding ding!"

"Ding ding! Ding ding! Ding ding!"

Amidst dozens of rapid thrusts, sparks burst forth like fireworks.

The straight sword, blessed through a ritual of prayer, inflicted holy corrosive damage with each strike upon the royal army's great shield, causing the shield-wielding arm to feel as if it were on fire.

Necaros's forehead, which was covered by messy black hair, was covered with cold sweat, and a few strands of wet hair clung tightly to his mask.

The descendant of the aristocratic family who had his limbs extended laughed sharply, clearly impatient with this tough nut to crack.

Then, the enormous monster suddenly retreated.

Immediately afterwards, its lower limbs began to spin wildly, and its entire body transformed into a golden sword-blade tornado, sweeping wildly towards Necarus's great shield.

"Bang-!!"

A loud bang.

Necaros felt as if he had been head-on hit by a running rune bear.

The immense impact traveled from the shield to his shoulder, instantly splitting his hand and drawing blood.

Necarus's shoulder joints made a cracking sound as they were strained and became noticeably unresponsive. He lost his balance and fell backward.

The tough nut to crack in front of them finally revealed a weakness, leaving them wide open. The twisted face of the child, a descendant of a nobleman with an amputated limb, instantly revealed a highly human, ferocious, and evil smile.

It raised its thickest left hand high, and the golden shield with beast patterns in its hand slammed down with tremendous force towards Necaros' exposed head.

Cunning and cruel—that's the true nature of the descendants of the aristocratic family who had their limbs extended!

However, in that life-or-death moment...

Necarus, however, did not retreat but advanced.

Using the momentum of his backward lean, he kicked his right leg, which had been raised high due to the loss of balance, backward with a sudden force.

Then, with an extremely precise tactical maneuver, it charged forward with its entire body.

Necarus executed a beautiful roll, somehow managing to slip right into the blind spot at the feet of the descendant of the limb-splitting noble.

It's now!

Necarus's long-awaited opportunity has finally arrived.

His sharp, hawk-like eyes instantly locked onto the fleeting opening in the monster's abdomen.

The right hand, which had been hidden behind the king's army's great shield and poised to strike, finally moved.

That slender, elegant noble rapier, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, pierced the air in an instant.

Without any unnecessary fancy moves, this move is all about extreme speed and precision.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound.

The distinctive sharp point of the rapier easily pierced the magnificent silk cloak covering the abdomen of the aristocratic descendant, penetrating its soft abdominal flesh.

However, this is only the beginning.

"Puff puff puff puff puff—!!"

As the first sword pierced through, Necarus's rapier transformed into a continuous series of afterimages.

Like a barrage of arrows, it quickly inserts and withdraws, then inserts and withdraws again.

Whenever a descendant of a nobleman with limbs tried to swing his sword in excruciating pain, he would raise the royal army's great shield to block.

But he never retreated; instead, he clung tightly to the monster's side, circling it and always staying within its blind spot.

Soon, the right abdomen of the descendant of the aristocratic family, which had been stabbed repeatedly, became riddled with holes and blood was pouring down.

"Awooo—!!"

Under the relentless, agonizing pain, the descendant of the aristocratic family who had undergone limb amputation let out a piercing scream.

This "little ant" in his eyes kept wandering around at his feet, like a persistent leech, driving him to the brink of death and preventing him from launching an effective attack.

"when!"

The retaliation of the descendants of the aristocratic family who had undergone amputation once again struck the great shields of the monarch's army.

But this time, due to excessive blood loss and excruciating pain, its knees were weak and its wrists were feeble, and the force transmitted through it was far less terrifying than before.

Necarus hid behind the large shield, panting heavily, and quickly adjusted his breathing rhythm.

There were already faint traces of blood seeping out from the edge of his mask.

Although he managed to defend against several heavy blows, the enormous shockwave still made his internal organs churn and his throat taste sweet.

"It's my turn."

Then came another barrage of attacks, this time even more ferocious, aimed directly at vital points.

The screams of the descendant of the aristocratic family who had his limbs extended finally stopped abruptly, and his massive body crashed to the ground.

"Well done, Necarus!"

At this moment, Neferi Lou had already reached him, cleaving a soldier who was trying to sneak up on him in two with an axe, while covering her comrade who was somewhat exhausted from defending and counterattacking.

"How was it? Not bad, right?"

Necaros wiped his forehead with his wristband, tucking his wet, disheveled hair behind his head to reveal his pale yet resolute face.

Xia Tong was standing next to Kenneth Hyde at that moment.

The nobleman, dressed in a black, tight-fitting battle robe, had beads of sweat on his forehead.

His intense prayers for deliverance had exhausted his energy.

The city's garrison seemed endless, numbering over a thousand, and surged in like a tide.

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"BOOM—!!"

Just then, a deafening roar, a hundred times more terrifying than the howl of a mountain demon, came from the direction of the night hall deep within the inner courtyard.

Everyone was startled by the earth-shattering noise and stopped in their tracks, all turning to look in that direction.

Immediately afterwards, a golden hurricane swept in from that place.

"Aaaaaah—!!"

A dozen or so demi-humans and exiled soldiers who were nearby were swept into the air by the violent hurricane, then crashed heavily to the ground, spitting blood and unable to get up for a long time.

All the fighting stopped mysteriously at that moment.

Whether it was a bloodthirsty demi-human or a sharp-eyed, bloodthirsty descendant of a noble family with limbs, Wu Fan helplessly stopped what he was doing and looked toward the eye of the storm.

The golden storm, carrying clouds of dust and withered leaves, slowly dissipated in the center of the inner courtyard.

A colossal, suffocating figure slowly emerged.

He strode forward with heavy steps that made the earth tremble, step by step toward the allied forces on Xia Tong's side.

"A bunch of—lowly—insects!"

The voice was hoarse and shrill, yet it carried an innate and undisguised arrogance and haughtiness.

"Leg extension" by Rick!

Neferi's eyes narrowed, and she instantly recognized the enormous monster.

Xia Tongxu stared wide-eyed at Yu Ruike in front of her, somewhat shocked.

Yurik's deformed and swollen body was several times larger than that of the strongest demi-human leader.

He was wearing a very luxurious black and gold robe, symbolizing his status as a king of the Golden Clan.

Dozens of arms from giants, knights, and even faded beings were brutally sewn onto his back, shoulders, and even underarms.

Some arms were as withered as firewood, lifeless, while others were muscular and bursting with explosive power.

They twitched continuously with Rick's movements, as if each limb possessed an independent life.

Among the many arms of the worshippers, the thickest main hand was dragging an enormous, illogical golden battle axe.

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As Yurik continued forward, the heavy axe blade dragged a series of dazzling sparks across the stone pavement, leaving a deep trench.

Yu Ruike finally stopped on the high platform in the inner courtyard.

He looked down at Xia Tong and the allied forces led by Kenneth Hyde below.

His cloudy, yellowish eyes darted around, and a maniacal grin spread across his lips: "I command you—kneel down!"

"I am the Golden King!"

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