Chapter 8 : The Holy knights II

LOCATION : SHORES OF HAVEN SOUTH, HAVEN

TIME : 4:00PM

DATE : 15TH FEBRUARY, 2077AD

Sounds of machine guns and tanks firing are heard with explosions erupting in every which way.

Aircraft's flew overheard dropping more explosives on the battle site.

Sounds of men yelling at the top of their lungs can be heard from a great distance as a great battle was being fought between Haven's forces and the army of the undead that had encroached on their self proclaimed territory.

The battle had dragged on for a while with Haven's forces causing little damage as their weapons were largely ineffective against the supernatural due to the fact that using normal conventional weapons to attack supernatural entities was sure to end in failure but they had no other way to fight and thus they took up arms to protect their home.

No matter how many fell amongst the undead, they would still get back up and keep on walking, eating whomever they could lay their hands on.

The undead are those that had died and their souls went down into hell due to their sinful life on earth and thus subjected to an eternity of torture and punishment at the hands of demons.

Depraved and deprived of anything good, most had their minds warped and their intellect taken away turning them into mindless zombies with no other desire than to eat living beings in a bid to regain their humanity.

Lost dogs with no mind of their own, they are fodder when faced against the disciples or apostles but against humans who were basically defenseless they felt like an insurmountable force.

Amongst the undead there are those whom still retain their sanity even after spending many years in hell due to just how despicable they were on earth, individuals who had gathered titles for themselves based on atrocities they had commited whilst alive

These individuals were hand picked by demons to lead their undead compatriots in a bid to destroy all remaining parts of humanity's stronghold.

The battle raged for what seemed like hours as Haven's forces got beaten back.

"Retreat!!!.. Save yourselves, The battle is all but lost."

A random soldier yells out with fear in his voice before he is struck down from behind by an undead.

Alexander and his thirteen guards stood alongside him atop a hill as they watched the battle from a distance.

There is a mixture of shock and worry on their faces as they watched the battlefield.

Alexander had his face down with an expressionless look on his face as he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

"This is not your fault, Alex. We had no idea that the undead army would move in so fast."

Xena says trying to comfort Alexander as he looked on at battlefield.

"Yeah don't blame yourself for this. It's our fault."

Samson adds.

"It's no-ones fault. You only needed some time to rest. In the end we cannot save everyone but at least let us save those that are left."

Alex remarks in a firm but calm voice.

Alex turns and walks down the hill with the thirteen following after him, once at the foot of the hill he is met with over a thousand knights dressed and ready for battle.

"Commander… your orders??"

The knights asks in anticipation.

"The enemy has already struck and has downed quite a few of a compatriots, innocent men and women slaughtered on this battlefield, another testament of just how gruesome this war really is."

Alex pauses for a while as he collects his thoughts before pulling out his blade from its sheath and putting up in the air.

"…. Today another battle is in front of us, there are two choices; we either go down there and put an end to this bloody battle or we walk away to fight another day. Tell me men what do you say!!!!"

Alex asks in a loud voice.

"We choose to fight with you, we choose to protect the innocent!!!!!"

The knights reply in unison as their voices echoed.

"Then follow me, o great knights. Let us strike down the forces of hell and bring peace to those that deserve, to protect God's people and nothing shall stand in our way!!!!"

He yells with a tone of finality as he shook his blade in the air causing the other knights to begin to shout at the top of their lungs.

Alexander clambers onto a horse and begin to ride down the hill with the other knights doing same.

A man wearing military uniform that would have been the norm in the nineteen forties with a twisted moustache was seated atop monstrous beast made up of pure bones.

From atop the beast he had a great view of the battle happening before him and he watched with a smile taking in the bloody sight before him.

"What a glorious sight. Haven doesn't stand a chance against such an unbeatable army and soon they will be begging at my feet for my mercy. First Haven and then the next and soon all twelve cities will be under my rule and then finally what I couldn't achieve once before will be within reach."

The unknown man remarks to himself with a tinge of pride as he watched more intently.

The unknown man's attention is averted from the battlefield as he hears a loud echo coming from a hill not too far from the battle site.

He stared at it for a while and is soon taken aback when he begins to see individuals dressed in attire meant for knights from the medieval era riding horse heading towards the battlefield with grace in their movement.

"Holy knights??.... I can't believe they'd come here."

The man remarks with a surprised look on his face.

"No bother, they will not stop my advance merely with their presence."

He says as he stands to his feet and walks to the head of his beast, with his arms outstretched.

"….Demon art : Revival of the dead."