Nightmare in the Farm, Part 6

The plan was going the way it was planted.

The strategy was risky, it would only work if your enemy was careless and failed to identify the weaknesses in his defense.

Beheading tactic.

It may sound silly, but it can work; an example was the attack on Pearl Harbor.

The navy that was at that time anchored in Pearl Harbor was impressive, but due to their numbers and power, they never imagined the possibility of a frontal attack.

Taking advantage of this overflowing confidence, the Japanese Imperial Navy employed the tactic of decapitation to dismantle any type of counter offensive that the United States government might devise.

In this case, I would use I do similar but in a more focused way.

When leaving the building, they had to identify who their leader was, according to Keil they looked like knights due to their skills.

Comparing the equipment of the six figures before him, it was easy to identify which one was the leader. This was mainly because he possessed equipment in better condition and possessed a more powerful aura.

Once the three knights that had been knocked down were destroyed, Zark fixed his gaze on his target. "I, Zark Ar Zathot, Lord of Castle Damenburg, challenge your leader to a Duel."

Zark's strong and clear words rang out, although he unconsciously began to release an aura that slightly shook the earth around him.

The two Wight Knights standing to the sides stared at the one in the center.

No matter whether or not he was being controlled by a Necromancer, his will as a knight was superior.

Stepping down from the skeletal mount, the one who looked like the leader took a few steps before speaking in a dry, raspy voice. "I, Sir Marius Hirtius Rhesus, Vice-Captain of the Order of Phoenix Knights, accept your duel."

He took the hook.

Steadily, and drawing the Maiden Sword from her, Keil spoke. "I am General Keil, the hand of the king and guardian overseer; I will be the representative of My Lord in this duel "

Wielding his sword and raising his shield, the champion knight Wight prepared for combat.

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Is a woman? Marius wondered mentally as he stared at his opponent.

Although he couldn't see her face due to her helmet; Her voice, along with her body complexion, was not that of a man, even her own armor was elegantly designed and clearly feminine.

Was she something like a female knight or perhaps a battle maid? Either way, it was something Marius couldn't say.

Firm feet and slightly bent knees. Her posture was perfect for a defensive combatant and the strange oval shield seemed to cover every possible opening. She shrugged her body slightly, just enough to possess cover thanks to the shield. Her helmet visor was positioned right on the edge of the shield, allowing her to stare at her opponent without sacrificing defense or exposing weak points. The sword she wielded was positioned at a downward 45-degree angle, touching the edge with the shield.

She was not someone who should be underestimated.

"As strong as the Master?" Marius wondered, but it was something he couldn't answer.

As Marius examined his opponent. Keil suddenly made a movement as fast as a flash.

Before Marius was able to react, Keil moved her wrist slightly as he slashed upward.

Without noticing when and how, Marius had received a deep cut on the side of her torso.

It was impressive.

Even in heavy armor, she moved nimbly and swiftly.

Keil's sword descended using the same kinetic momentum created with the upward slash, but this time Marius was able to put her own shield in the middle of it.

The sound of metal colliding with metal echoed through the place.

"How?"

Marius's gaze focused directly on where his shield had stopped the sword.

Five inches. The sword had cut five fucking inches into his shield. Cut as if the sword were an ax and his metal shield was a simple log.

Although Keil's attack had been parried, her offensive was not over. What followed, Marius had seen only used by the gladiators of the coliseum.

A hit with the shield.

With his own shield retained by the sword, and without knowing a method to defend himself against this type of attack; Marius received the attack squarely.

Clack; it was heard in some places on his body.

Some of his bones had been rolled away.

It was at that moment that Marius was grateful to be the Undead, since if he still possessed sensitivity in his body, the pain from the broken bones would most certainly have knocked him down or incapacitated him at the very least.

Regaining his composure, he saw that his opponent had ceased her offensive.

Because?

Not knowing his reasons, he firmly grasped the hilt of his sword and made two powerful attacks against his enemy opponent.

A descending diagonal slash followed by a frontal lunge.

As if it were nothing, the cut was repelled with a simple shield movement; but that was part of the plan, since this would leave a vulnerable point for his thrust.

But it was useless.

With a slight adjustment to the angle of the oval shield, Keil repelled the lunge with the slightest effort.

None of his attacks had the slightest effect.

Stepping back five feet, he had to find a method to overcome his defense.

But before he could consider a possible strategy, Keil lunged directly with his shield

"That will not work!" Marius said to himself, this time he had his shield free of him.

The shock waves produced by the powerful impact raised a large cloud of dust around it. When the cloud cleared, Marius felt something was missing.

Looking at his opponent, he didn't seem to have changed, so he decided to raise his shield… But he was unable to do so… since his left arm had been cut off.

During the moment when the ground had blocked the field of vision, with one deft move, Keil thrust her sword under her opponent's shield and with a quick flick of the wrist, cut the limb from the elbow.

Looking at the stump where his hand had previously been, seeing that he had been dismembered quickly and efficiently, disturbed him.

Every move was calculated, there was no unnecessary action, no weak points in his posture.

The woman before him; she was the perfect warrior.

In the face of such a superior enemy, her only option was ... "I surrender" his fighting spirit had been totally eliminated and his will had been broken.

"What are you?" Marius asked incredulously as he fell to his knees and dropped his sword.

"I am Keil ..." were her words as she approached the defeated knight.

With the edge of the sword on the neck of the defeated knight, Keil pronounced "The Demon Queen" with a slight movement of her sword, beheading her defeated opponent.

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After watching as their comrade was defeated, the two remaining Wight knights charged Keil.

It seemed that the humiliation of his partner was not much to his liking.

Before they were able to touch Keil, they were eliminated with an "[Exorcise]" from Zark.

As easy and quick as a snap, both the Wight knights and their mounts turned to ashes.

After the effect of [Lionheart] on Myriam and Cassandra had ended; they simply stared at the corpse of their parents.

While Myriam simply fell to her knees and stared without saying a word over the lifeless bodies of her relatives; Cassandra burst into tears, her face being covered in tears. On the other hand, Marcel did not make any remarkable reaction, it seemed that his eyes had filled with determination at the same time that his heart had hardened.

After burying the corpses, Zark sanctified the farm's land to make sure no new Undead emerged.

While Myriam and Cassandra said goodbye to their parents' graves; Marcel only slightly lowered his head as a form of respect.

Something had changed inside Marcel.

Having prepared everything they needed, Zark's group, along with Myriam, Cassandra, Marcel, and Grandpa Gunther, began their journey to Gelhorn in the hope of finding a safe place. But they knew the safest place was next to Zark

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Erinias

Known by many names; the Falls, the Ash Wings, the Furies, the Valkyries of Hell, Dark Angels. The devils named Erinias mock the way the angelic hordes demand vengeance and bloody justice.

The Erinyes are executioners and not judges, always on the lookout for opportunities to launch into battle, be it in defense of Hell, due to the whims of diabolical masters, or the passionate calls of mortal summoners.

The Erinyes look like beautiful dark angels, augmenting their sensuality with deliberate bruises and scars. But despite their beauty, erinias are not seductive: they lack the subtlety and patience that such emotional manipulations require, instead infinitely preferring to solve their problems with quick and intense violence.

Often an Erinia pauses before attempting to liquidate an enemy, just to see if she can prolong the victim's suffering. Death is usually the only way to escape an Erinia's not too delicate attentions, and the most powerful of these devils excel at keeping their enemies alive but defenseless to spread their torment (many go so far as to keep them alive by magic ).

Rumor has it that the most powerful torturer Erinyes possess the ability to continue tormenting the victim even after death.

Most Erinnies are nearly 6 feet (1.8 m) tall and weigh approximately 140 pounds (63 kg), with their black feathered wingspan of up to 10 feet (3 m).