Chapter 397 To save the Southern Wall

Chapter 397 To save the Southern Wall

Peace!

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[You have Attained a new Tale! Scribe of the Stars]

"Hm?..."

'Another Tale?'

After hearing them so many times, these notifications didn't surprise Dale as they once did, however, it was still something he should pay attention to and understand.

The more he knew about their nuances, the better.

'It seems I did something quite important... Somehow.'

Dale closed his notifications after looking at his Stats, stretching his arms as he tried to fight off the soreness.

Meanwhile, he opened his System Menu, thinking it was a good moment to check the time and plan his future steps.

He spent four days inside the Memory, he was surprised no one was beside him, given it would've looked like he was in a coma.

'In my past 'life', I spent three days sleeping throughout the events of the memory, causing Illia to find me still in bed, unconscious.'

'This led to a heap of trouble as I tried to explain or give excuses for why that happened. In the end, I was still forced to drink a dozen different potions and go through a dozen other medical analyses until everyone was satisfied that I was okay.'

'Of course, aside from my body being sore, there was no problem with me at the time, however, what changed this time?'

Dale checked the time, his eyes opening wide as he realized only a few hours had passed.

It was currently the middle of the night, with the moon still high in the sky.

"What?"

'How's this possible?'

He thought deeply, thinking about every possibility, until his mind connected the dots.

'The time... It's exactly the same time I spent in the memory until I changed it.'

'I think I spent about half a day in the memory before I altered its course, and it's been exactly that... Then, this means that everything that happened after... Was distorted.'

'Did I spend three and a half days within a few minutes?'

'It's not like I'm unaware of all the mystical things within Azimuth, it's just that... I thought the memories wouldn't possess such hidden, time-altering properties. They've essentially slowed down time... Or heightened my perception to make me experience so much in so little time.'

"There's nothing to complain about at the end of the day, aside from my headache, this only means I'm free of trouble... For now." He said with a small nod to himself as he closed the System's window

"Before diving into another memory... I need to hit the pot." He said with a somewhat pale expression as he began his march towards the bathroom

Twelve hours in bed was still twelve hours without doing his necessities.

Not exactly Hero-like, but there was little he could do as a Human.

Once he was ready, well fed, cleaned, and relaxed Dale returned to his room, activating his next memory...

/Cr-Crack!/

[DING]

[Entering the Memories of an Ancient Warrior]

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/Meanwhile.../

/CUT!/

/ROARR!/

"Huff..."

After a bloody march atop the cadavers of thousands of Devils, Testros and the ever-growing army of stray soldiers finally arrived at the center of the Wall where the Commander's Office and many other important stations were located.

There, an extremely fierce battle was ongoing, monsters he had never seen before were prowling the skies, ground, and the Wall itself, making it seem they were the original inhabitants of these lands while the soldiers were the invaders.

Like ants swarming out of a hill, the soldiers were the poor creatures that stood on their path.

Even so, the Elites and remnants of the soldiers fought tooth and nail to the bitter end, defending the land to the best of their abilities as they lost their conrads and limbs at every pacing moment.

/SLASH!/

"Don't falter! We are the shield that holds the world, the Wall that protects the people! We are the Southern Corps!" Someone exclaimed as they decapitated a Devil

"!!!"

Testros soon realized who it was, how could he not, he had nightmares of his face for decades...

The Commander of the Southern Wall Corps!

"SALUTE!"

Testros saluted once more, his body was tired, but his mind was on fire.

He felt as if he was about to explode...

"First, drink this." He said as he gave Testros a strange drink sealed within a glass bottle

"Thank you sir!" He replied, unsealing it before drinking the potion without even suspecting a thing

"..."

The Commander didn't seem to mind Testros' extreme formalities, but even if he did, he had no time to tell him to stop.

Above all, he seemed to notice something different was happening with the boy, something he was aware of, something he didn't expect to see here in this bloody world...

"I'll be brief, I've heard of your accomplishments, rallying the soldiers, gathering them, and leading them here... Excellent work, you've permitted me to reinstate order, even if a feeble one."

"..."

Testros did not reply, focusing on listening instead.

"But for us to win this War, we'll need much more than that."

The Commander turned to the battlefield, saying:

"There are still soldiers down there, they won't resist for long without orders from me, and I can't spare the Elites, they must remain here and protect the center."

"However, this means I have none to send... This is where you come in."

"While the soldiers clear the Wall and reactivate its systems, I need you to go down there and issue an all-out retreat!"

"!!"

'This is it.' Testros thought for a moment as he held his blade

In the past, he was sent to the forest behind the wall... This time, he would be sent to the front lines!

His dream, his ever-growing regret... It was time to wash it all away!

"I'm not sending you to your death, what I need of you is for you to sound the War Horn!"

The War Horn... Testros knew what it was, despite the name being so foreign to him it felt as if he was hearing about a relic of an ancient civilization.

The War Horn was a tool meant to relay orders over long distance during a War, it was an emergency and moral-boosting item to be used when everything else fails.

If the War Horn was to sound now, the Soldiers would know what to do.

"Take my sigil, if anyone stops you, show it to them."

"The soldiers must return, I can feel the energy coursing through your veins, you can do it, we all count on you." The Commander said with a somewhat reassuring voice as he tapped his soldiers

Even though Testros was an old man, right now, he was nothing but a young teen holding a bloodstained sword.

For the Commander, the sight of such a boy trying so hard was definitely motivating and harrowing, it was everything he wished to protect and avoid seeing...

But right now, he had no resources to spare.

Meanwhile, Testros thought something similar, though he was more interested in how the Commander would react if he saw Dale...

Dale was about the same age he was now, but much, much stronger, maybe as capable if not more then the successors for each Division Commander.

He is a monster that has been chosen by the Sword that cleaves starlight, a monster with an affinity for Witchcraft so high he absorbed the Tripodal Mark instead.

However, as quickly as those words came, Testros slammed his fist in his chest, recovering his focus as he exclaimed:

"YES SIR!"

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The Commander, nodded, turning around and returning to the fight.

He had rested enough, it was time to fight with his soldiers.

Meanwhile, Testros walked to the edge of the Wall, looking down, he saw a sea of Devils with the occasional group of soldiers trying to stop them from advancing with everything at their disposal.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say 30% of their forces were down there...

He knew that he had no time to waste, those monsters would soon arrive...

The beings who brought the end to the Southern Corps!

Demons!

/Jump.../

Without hesitation, Testros jumped from the edge of the wall.

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