Chapter 283: Journey to the Lost City (One)_Ashborn Primordial

Chapter 283: Journey to the Lost City (One)

 Form up! Huddle togetheras close as you can! Vir roared at the top of his lungs. Lacking the armored Ashva mounts the Chitran guards rode, Vir was forced to Micro Leap if he had any hope of having his orders heard. Hearing, however, was only half the battle. To his immense frustration, Vir was learning that hearing and obeying were two very different things.

 Dont they understand Im trying to save their lives?

 Vir focused on the positives in a bid to fight down his mounting frustration.

 As far as silver linings went, there were precious few. With just a hundred under hismand, Vir thankfully didnt have to move far to address all of his troops.

 So much was stacked against them on this excursion. Not only did theyck the protection of the mountains that loomed to their left, but theyd been caught with little time to prepare and no time to train. The ragtag mob of demons were as likely to hurt themselves as they were their enemies.

 Complexmands and organized formations werent an option, and any attempt to force them toply would only end in tragedy.

 Instead, Vir Leaped around hispany of troops like a shepherd, barking orders to huddle closer, encircling them like a closing noose.

 By the end, hed mustered them into a circr formation, though there was much left to be desired. Those whod failed to earn Porcin rank had no weapons at all, and yet, a worrying number of them were on the outside of the formation where they were most vulnerable. Vir wanted those with spears and shields to form the outer perimeter of the circle, but for now, hed have to take what he could get.

 ncing at Bgra, Vir saw that the naga had attempted to do the same with his troops, but without Virs mobility, he struggled.

 Vir was about to go help Bgra organize his troops when several figures appeared in the distancetheir scouts. They were followed closely by another, muchrger mass of ck figures that could only mean one thing.

 Theyre not going to make it.

 With this realization came another, more chilling oneVircked the time to prepare Bgras troops and save the scouts. Doing one would condemn the other.

 Go! Bgra shouted, sensing Virs dilemma. Save them. If we lose them, were done for.

 Vir hesitated. In the few minutes theyd had before they were forced to sortie, Bgra and Vir had quickly scanned their troops and picked the ones who possessed tattoos well-suited for reconnaissance. Especially within the abandoned city, theyd be invaluable.

 As such, theyd picked some of the best talent for the joblosing the scouts would be a hard blow.

 As would having Bgraspany decimated even before theyd arrived at the city.

 It took only a split-second for Vir toprehend all this, and he quickly made his decision.

 Leaping to the scouts who were still a few hundred paces away, Vir readied himself to reave into the iing Ash Beasts.

 The talwar he wielded wasnt bad, per se, but against the hide of most beasts of the Ashen Realm, most demons would struggle to do damage. Even beastscking much natural armor, like Shredders, would pose significant hurdles. While the de would have done the job when paired with demonic physical strength, it wouldnt have been fast enough to take down so many.

 Vir, however, was not most demons. A coating of Ash prana surged over the edge, wreathing it in ayer of lethality.

 Vir reduced the power to prevent the ck prana from turning visible, though even if it had, he doubted the terrified scouts would have noticedrunning for their lives as they were.

 Vir blurred past his scouts, leaving a wake of buffeting wind and ash behind. He flew into the throng of beasts and began to destroy.<hr>

 Bgra had been dealt a stroke of fortune. He just didnt know if it was good or bad yet, and whether to thank the gods or curse them.

 Realistically, they had no chance. Bgra would wager gold that none of his troops had ever fought an Ash Beast before. Even if they had, there was no such thing as a guaranteed win against those monsters.

 While Bgra had bested an Ash Wolf and a handful of other beasts in that blighted realm, hed always had the good sense to avoid groups of them like the gue.

 Anyone who saw what happened to even the mightiest Ash Beasts when beset upon a horde would. Bgra was hardly as mighty. As for his troops?

 Well, at least Neel wouldnt have to worry about his moral dilemma much longer. If Bgra was right, no one was getting out.

 It wasnt too bad, as far as death sentences went. Some were made to suffer for years before they were granted their sweet release.

 At least it would be quick, which was far more than any traitor to their n could expect.

 And yet, Bgra found himself going through the motions, nevertheless. He barked orders to his troops in a vain attempt to force them into some semnce of a formation. He shouted words of encouragement and pped their shoulders, hoping to instill some measure of confidence beyond what their failing Foundation Chakras could impart.

 Bgra fully understood the hypocrisy of his actions.

 Why even bother? Hadnt he given Neel a long list of reasons exining why surviving only lengthened their suffering? Better to kneel and let themselves be taken by the beasts. At least then, theyd deprive the Overseer of his sick pleasure. Maybe the kothi would be demoted for his failure.

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 Wouldnt that be a sight to see?

 Regardless of what his rebel acquaintance felt, sacrificing themselves was about the only thing they could do to make a difference.

 Having fortified his troops as much as possible, Bgra tapped into his Panav Bloodline tattoothe art that marked him as different among his people. The brand had ostracized him ever since itd been thrust upon him by his father in hising-of-age ceremony.

 The very tattoo that ruined his life might very well be what saved them now.

 Searched the horizon for the gray demon whod recklesslyunched himself at the enemy, Bgras eyes came away empty.

 I suppose I should assumemand of hispany, Bgra thought wearily. A pity. He seemed like a good kid, too. Nave and reckless, like the rest of his n, but good.

 Bgra would mourn his passingif given the chance.

 The cloud finished forming. It was invisible, of course, beingposed of prana. Which was why Bgra had no reason to doubt what his eyes showed.

 His troops, who had been silently making peace with death, began to whisper.

 Impossible, Bgra muttered under his breath.

 The scouts had returned safely. Not only had they returned safely, but behind them was another form. Not Shredders or Ash Biters, but someone familiar.

 He killed them?

 It was Neel, and he didnt even look injured.

 The idea was so ludicrousso utterly imusiblethat Bgras mind instinctively rejected such an oue. There must have been some exnation. Perhaps some hidden art that them away. Was he secretly of the Aindri? Had hemuned with the beasts to pacify them?

 Even as Bgra thought it, he knew it couldnt be. More than a few Aindri had tested their taming skills on Ash Beasts. Most who tried had perished. To Bgras knowledge, none had ever seeded.

 Yet If, by some miracle, Neel truly was strong enough to defeat so many beasts on his own

 Then maybe he isnt as nave as Id thought.

 Bgra shuddered. His heartbeat quickened. He clutched his spear tighter, and a feeling hed not felt in a long, long time awakened.

 It was that of excitement. For the future. That, perhaps, their fate may not be as bleak as hed feared.

 Almost before hedpleted the thought, a great avian beast mmed into the ground, kicking up plumes of Ash and rock.

 A sickening crunch could be heard, followed by a gulp. The beast beat its great wings, clearing away the ash cloud and revealing half a demon. Only half.

 Shrikes! Get on the ground! Bgra roared, hurling himself against the sooty dirt.

 He almost made it. Just an instant earlier, and hed have avoided its vicious beak.

 As it was, his stomach lurched, the ground fell away, and Bgra managed a single wryugh, filled with every ounce of spite, regret, anger, and desperation he could muster.

 Then his body ripped with agony, and the world went dark.<hr>

 Vir watched in horror as the Shrike plucked Bgra off the ground and rose to the air.

 He watched, but he didnt freeze. That bad habit had been drilled out of him thousands of dead Ash Beasts ago.

 Even before the Shrike took to the sky, Vir was crouching. An instantter, heunched, High Jumping on a trajectory that intercepted the avian creature.

 Midair maneuvering was never easy, and while sting prana out in various directions could somewhat alter his direction, its capacity was extremely limited.

 Without hundreds of prior attempts to execute this exact maneuver within the Ash, Vir would surely have missed.

 Vir did not miss.

 An invisible de of pure prana ripped forth as Vir sent a Talwar Launch flying. The unsuspecting Shrike never knew what hit it as its head was severed clean off.

 Its body continued soaring, but its head,cking wings to keep it aloft and weighed down with Bgras body, came tumbling down.

 Right into Virs arms.

 With his left hand, Vir gripped Bgras body securely, and with his right, he hurled the head away.

 The naga was, thankfully, still in one piece, though that was all that could be said about his condition. The Shrike had shorn off Bgras left leg, forcing Vir to look away from the gruesome sight as they plummeted to the ground together.

 Not out of squeamishness or disgust, but because Vir knew exactly what that meant for the demon.

 Not even the Human Realms finest mejai could regrow limbs. Even if he survived, Bgras days as a warrior were over.

 Virs eyes yed over the field of ughter, as more and more Shrikes swooped to the ground, each dive reaping yet another life.

 Though Vir fired off Talwar Launches as they dropped, he hit none, aplishing nothing other than dying a few.

 That situation changed the moment Virs boots found dirt. With Prana Current surging to its maximum, he Blinked forth, hoisting Bgra over his shoulder. While he worried for the crippled demon, if he went any slower, there would be no one left to save.

 Virs form blurred as he decapitated, de-winged, and bisected Shrike after Shrikeany attempt at hiding his power long forgotten.

 The ravenous Overseers eyes tracked his every movement. Virs cor allowed only a fraction of his normal prana usage. He shouldnt have been able to do any of the things hed done.

 Which was why Vir was sure the kothi mustve thought hed just found the prize of the century.

 The Overseer could think what he liked. Vir had known early on that protecting his people might requirepromising his cover. Hed also decided that no cover was worth the lives of innocent Gargans. If he couldnt ovee this crisis, then he had no chance of restoring his n.

 When the skies cleared, Shrike corpsesy strewn all over the ground. Too many demons had perished, though not as much as Vir had feared. Thanks, inrge part, to Bgras Corruption Field persisting even after Bgra had been taken out.

 Itd forced the Shrikes to hesitate. It was, perhaps, the only thing that had kept them alive long enough for Vir to reach them.

 Which was all the more reason Vir couldnt let the nagahis frienddie.

 Is there anyone with healing skills here? Anyone! Vir roared. He ced Bgra gently upon the ground and whirled, eyes searching for any demon in sight who mightve helped.

 Malik was upon him in an instant, ripping off his shirt and wrapping it tightly against the base of Bgras leg. The blood raging out of the nagas stump lessened substantially, though hed lost so much blood already. Even with his demonic constitution, Vir was unsure how long hed survive.

 It was the Overseer who answered, a sickening grin stered across his face.

 Congrattions, Neel. You are now the leader of not one, but two </empanies of demons. Rejoice, for this is the first field promotion weve ever given.

 Hes still alive, Vir said, turning to face the Overseer. Surely you have a healer among you. Help him!

 Watch your tone, prisoner, the Overseer said, purposefully drawing out his words to anger Vir. You may be apany leader, but do not forget the cor your wear. Yes, we have a healer. No, they will not help you.

 Help him, Vir demanded.

 The Nagas dead. Not a big loss, if you ask me. Their ilk are always a

 One more word, Vir said, barely keeping his prana and anger checked. The feat took every shred of determination he could muster. One more word, and I swear to Adinat I will end you.

 Even if it risked his cover. Even if it risked punishment, Vir couldn''t allow Bgra to die. He wouldn''t. With such skill and experience, he''d be indispensable to the cause.

 The Overseer snarled. I take it back, prisoner. I was about to give you a promotion. I was about to give you the snakes troops. I see now that I have made a mistake. What you need is not a reward, but rather punishment. Which I shall dly award. After that demon is dead.

 The kothi turned to his guards. Kill the naga! Remove us of this dead weight

 The Overseer never finished his words. Rather, they devolved into garbled gibberish before suddenly ceasing.

 For a moment, nothing happened. Those around the Overseer wondered why he had suddenly stopped talking.

 Then, slowly, like a peeling banana, the corpse that only moments before had been the highest-ranking Chitran present Was split cleanly in two.

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Chapter 283: Journey to the Lost City (One)