At this moment, a hundred of them, crazily famished due to leaving their hunting grounds for days, were aggressively attacking Silverleaf.
"Reinforcements are on their way! Don't let these beasts cross these walls, or our families will be in danger!"
Some distance away from the bronze-ranked soldier who kept yelling to boost everyone's morale, Ark White, panting, looked into the darkness.
'Lord Asher, where are the reinforcements?'
An Ashbourne shieldman pushed him aside and plunged his spear into the mouth of a White Fury, which Ark didn't notice as he was deep in thought.
The soldier bellowed, pointing his spear at the skies.
They yelled as one even from their different positions and slammed their huge shields into the alure and pointed their spears at the beasts. Every shieldman had a determined look in their eyes.
Sweat dripped down their studded leather armor, and their strength was already dropping at a fast rate, but they held on.
With decades of training inputed in their minds, these men were like warriors who had seen the other side of life and had no fear of it.
After an unknown period of time, Ark saw a silver-ranked White Fury, much bigger than the others race for the walls. It just appeared out of the darkness and had its eyes on the people on the walls.
Looking at those bone scythes that mercilessly pierced the soil, Ark shivered.
However, seeing how it ran with such speed that made no sense, Ark discovered it wasn't racing to devour them, but…
A huge white beast with ancient blue markings lunged out of the darkness and slammed the white fury's head against the ground. All it took was a stomp, and the beast that would have wiped them out was killed!
Seating atop the beast was a gray-haired man.
Sirius breathed out frost, turning twenty white fury into ice statues instantly. After Asher and Sirius' sudden arrival, a group of seven valiant-looking knights led by a bigger knight entered the horde, reaping lives like they were harvesting plants.
A swing was so powerful that a white fury would be cut into two!
The bigger knight was worse. He was so fast that it seemed as if he was a phantom. Fiery sparks followed him everywhere he went as he cut down three to five white fury with each swing!
The Shura Vanguards followed his trail. They causally slapped several White fury away with their shields, cut through the supposed powerful bone scythes with their powerful gold-ranked swords, and stomped some to death.
Each and every one of them was like walking catastrophes.
With every step, Sirius would breathe out an ice mist, turning several white fury into statues. By the time it reached the wall and growled, the white fury fighting soldiers fled but met their end at the blades of the vanguards.
Upon hearing the soldiers shouting, the citizens of the town followed. They came out of their homes, from their hiding spots, to see their Lord valiantly sitting atop his powerful pet beast.
No one knew Asher was so exhausted, he could fall off Sirius.
His bones were aching, his heart was beating so loudly that it felt like it would burst, and lastly, his limbs felt heavy.
He couldn't wield his sword properly, so he chose not to draw it and let Sirius take care of everything.
Last night seemed like a dream to Asher as his dull golden eyes greeted his room's ceiling. As he sat up, popping sounds rang from his bones even until he stood up and stretched.
His white tunic felt tight for some reason, causing him to look at his torso. He removed his top and looked at his big chest with wide eyes. Below that were his abs, so perfectly built that he couldn't help but doubt if this was still Asher Ashbourne's body.
Although the sword scars from his training didn't magically vanish and his body grew bulkier, he felt his speed had also increased and not reduced.
Asher couldn't help but flex his muscles and chuckle.
He turned to have a glance at his back. The small glimpse excited him further.
Even though he couldn't be directly upgraded, Sirius gave him a leeway to benefit from his system.
He folded his fist, and a red light billowed off his body. This was his battle force!
Before it lingered around his skin, but now it could spread out when he willed and not because of his emotions.
'I'm now a gold-ranked knight'
The corners of his lips curled up.
Knowing it was Kelvin, Asher allowed him to come in. As Kelvin stepped into the room, he saw Asher's new physique and chuckled.
"I bet you'll be able to get the ladies, Your Lordship."
"That will be far in the future. For now, I don't see the profit of having a wife."
Asher took the cup of milk from the tray Kelvin held and downed it.
"The profits are obvious, Your Lordship. You get to sire more Ashbournes and keep the lineage alive."
"Mary's there for that."
"But her offspring have no direct right to the title until you give her that chance. Your Lordship, I know you've had a rough time with women in your younger days, but not every woman in the world is Liya."
His eyes flashed with earth Lia walking into the grand hall with another man while also proudly showcasing her engagement ring.
Echoes of the gunshot that took his life seemed to ring in his ear, causing him to crush the wooden cup.
"Your Lordship. You can show such before me but not before others."
Kelvin softly reprimanded Asher as he picked up the pieces and put them on the tray while Asher sat on his bed.
"Eritrea is waiting for you with information about the abyss worshipers."
Asher lifted his head when he heard that.
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