NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 136: Deity Of The Sky
"Father." Abram glanced to the side as his heir, Felix, joined him as he walked. "The teleporter is back."
"Terence?" He raised a brow. He'd sent his youngest on the most important task of all. A task that required speed. Was he already back? So fast?
"No, father." Felix answered. "It's the scout. He's back from calling the banners. And… the northern village is unharmed?"
"The northern village?"
"Yes. He teleported to the village and found it unharmed."
Abram nearly stopped to stare at his son, but time was of the essence. The village Felix was talking about was a small village just a few hours from the border that had been created for logging. It was the closest Albion settlement to the northern border.
If the village was still unharmed even after the next day the barbarians had breached the border, that could only mean one of two things.
Either the barbarians were still at the fallen border outpost, or they'd ignored the village entirely.
They'd attacked yesterday afternoon and the village still wasn't attacked? He knew which option to bet his life on.
"Send out the teleporter again." He instructed. "Whatever troops are mustered should remain in their villages. Under no circumstances should they march for Ross castle."
"The barbarians don't want to give us time to prepare. If they meet marching troops on their way here, they'll definitely annihilate them. Let them stay in their villages. We'll portal them over here when the time is right."
"Yes, father." Felix gave a sharp nod before breaking away to carry out the order.
Abram continued on his way until he arrived at the staging area, heading straight for Sir Robert, who was hard at work, overseeing the whole thing.
"Robert." Abram called.
The man snapped a salute, giving him his undivided attention. "My lord!"
"What's our progress?"
"The men who could be spared from the village are already here being fitted for the war. They'll serve as our infantry. For now, we're working on arming them. We have enough weapons, but armor would be a problem."
"Any grumbling?"
"No, my lord." Robert answered. "They understand the gravity of the situation."
"Good. I want you to—" Abram was interrupted as the sound of the war horn pierced the air. They were under attack!
His head snapped upward to see wyverns flying through the clouds down at them.
"Fucking hell." Sir Robert cursed beside him.
Abram didn't waste time, bursting into action immediately.
He activated the imbuement in the necklace hidden under his shirt, transforming into lightning. He streaked across the sky and an instant later, he was standing in front of one of the pillars outside the village.
Placing a hand on it, he activated the defenses imbued in the pillars. A hum filled the air as the pillar began to glow, the glow spreading from it to the pillars beside it, moving until the circle around Ross castle and the village was complete.
Then, the barrier began to rise.
With the defenses coming online, Abram abandoned the pillar. Screams filled the air around him as panic spread through the village.
The Knights rushed out as the wyverns descended, but Abram didn't wait to see what would happen.
He transformed into lightning, streaking through the sky. He passed through the three closest wyverns and their riders, frying them from the inside out.
He moved as fast as he could, making sure the battle never reached the ground. Flesh blackened and sizzled as barbarians fell, dead before they even touched the ground. Some of the wyverns survived, only to be set upon by the Ross Knights.
Blood from his dead enemies flowed into him as he moved across the sky, replenishing his stores.
He kept an eye on the barrier as it crept across the sky as fast as it could. He moved faster, streaking above where the barrier would meet.
He strained, zipping from wyvern to wyvern, most of them banking away but a few were not fast enough to escape him.
He was like a deity who ruled the sky, anyone he touched dropping dead. The sky continued to darken as he tapped into the imbuement in his second necklace, stirring up and building the energy within the clouds.
The half a minute it took for the dome to be complete felt like forever. A second later, just before the dome finally closed, he streaked back down, passing through before it was complete.
He reformed as his feet touched the ground, the only thing around him the smoking remains of what had once been barbarians and wyverns, and his Knights.
He looked up at the wyverns outside the barrier as they circled the dome, looking for a way in. There were no signs of any dragons.
He looked away, walking back to the pillars. He placed a hand on them, his eyes on the translucent barrier in front of the pillar.
He could feel the energy within them. It would have to be enough. He'd had all his knights spending the last two decades adding any blood they could spare into it.
Just the barrier alone was guzzling energy like an alcoholic, but the energy would last them a long while, as long as the barbarians don't attack it for sixty eight hours straight.
He glanced up as a screech filled the air. A dragon finally appeared, streaking down from the clouds. It drifted down to land gently outside the barrier, just fifty paces away from where Abram stood. Sitting on the back of the dragon was a heavily scarred man.
The other barbarians began to land their wyverns behind the man, jeering at Abram for standing behind the barrier.
Another screech filled the air and another dragon landed heavily in the small clearing that had been created between the horde of wyverns and the barrier.
Its rider, a hulking figure that Abram recognized, hopped down. The man walked till he was in front of the barrier, in front of Abram, his arms crossed, the two men staring at each other.
"Abram." The Chief rumbled.
"Bellamy." Abram nodded. "It's a surprise to see you here."
"You can't exactly be surprised if you had another wall waiting for me." Bellamy gestured at the barrier, not taking his eyes off Abram's.
"It takes a week for a supply train to go from here to the outpost you destroyed yesterday, but you did it in one day." Abram said in the same calm voice he used for everything. "That's impressive."
"I don't need compliments from the likes of you, Ross." Bellamy spat.
"It's not a compliment." Abram said calmly, staring at Bellamy through the hazy barrier. "It's to congratulate you on your stupidity. Now that I can see you, I was right. You're all fatigued from making the journey. And that means you all won't be as fast in getting out of what I prepared for you."
"What did you prepare?" Bellamy asked.
Anders didn't answer, instead looking up and activating the energy he'd been building up in the clouds above him.
The blood he'd been saving for the last thirty years began draining at an alarming rate as a rain of thunder and lightning began to fall.
A giant pillar of lightning struck the barbarians, several small pillars falling alongside it, wiping out barbarians.
Bellamy's eyes widened. "RETREAT!" He bellowed. "RETREAT!" He rushed to his dragons, the barbarians around him already escaping before the last word left his lips.
Abram stood there, watching as his lightning fell outside the barrier, tearing both barbarian and wyvern apart. They'd come to his doorstep confidently and he'd make them pay.
No exceptions.