Chapter 363 Momentum

Chapter 363 Momentum

The charge into the Hill Giant lines had gathered enough momentum now that they were easily clearing the defenders, but the more that they eliminated, the more uneasy the attackers felt.

They had to be missing something. The Hill Giants weren't this stupid, they should have retreated when they realized that their tactic wasn't working.

But it was only when a stone barrier in front of them collapsed that Karl and the others on the attacking team realized that the Hill Giants had brought a secret weapon.

Traitors.

Ten human men, all at the low side of Royal Rank, and looking unstable, with insane eyes glaring back at the Elites above the distinctive tabards that Karl recognized as the uniforms of church guards, minus the white robes, which had been replaced by black ones.

They must have been given a resource to boost their power, perhaps temporarily.

Their leader pointed a blade at Karl. "The Titan Gods demand his head. Bring it to me."

Karl spun his blade to a defensive position, ready for the incoming attack, but from behind him, the Spellblades were even faster.

The ten of them soared over his head, aiming for the traitors, and the fight was on.

The Spellblades were unflinching in their attack, but they were outmatched, and as Karl sent the first [Chain Lightning] into the attackers, the Titan God followers quickly split apart, so each of them could hold off two of the Commander Rank Spellblades, leaving five to deal with Karl while the rest of the Elite group fought the Hill Giants.

But Karl wasn't alone either, and Rae sent her Spider Golems to his sides while the traitors carefully advanced, making preparations to deal with the added threat.

"Too weak." Karl laughed as the closest of the warriors' blade shattered as it failed its attempt to absorb [Chain Lightning.]

He dropped the shattered blade and pulled another from reserve, while two more moved to engage Karl and two moved to block the Spider Golems.

Then tragedy befell the aggressive traitor, and he lost his footing in the mud, sliding past Karl toward the mages as his strike was parried.

Remi didn't hesitate, and her fangs sunk deep into the man's throat before she retreated to safety behind Ophelia, who simply kicked the man back away from the group, sending him flying out into the melee.

The remaining traitors began to glow with a purple light, doubling in height as they fought, but becoming thinner by the second, wasting away as they burned their life force to achieve their goals.

Four of the Spellblades fell in the first seconds after the change, while the others regrouped into a defensive circle to reinforce each other's magic and wait out the remaining life of the traitors.

Traitors who were never truly interested in them.

As one, they all turned to Karl, who braced for the worst, before a strike to the back sent him flying. Not just tumbling across the ground, flying through the air and over the Hill Giant defenders, out of combat.

The berserk traitors turned to chase after him, and Karl felt Thor's immense pleasure that his catapult trick worked.

It might not have been the answer Karl was looking for, but the distraction cost the traitors three more of their members as Rae and her Spider Golems took advantage, leaving the last few traitors outnumbered and outmatched.

Strategically, it was brilliant, and the last of the Titan God followers died with a bellow of rage. However, that left Karl on the wrong side of the battle, fifty metres from his team, with an army of Hill Giants between him and the others.

He was getting that odd feeling that someone was laughing at him again, back in the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite put his finger on where it was coming from. Not from one of his beasts, that was for certain. They were laughing at his situation, but it wasn't the same feeling. Their laughter was more due to a sense of amusement that he made such a good projectile.

Karl looked at his options, deciding what the best way to get back to the group would be.

They had lost a total of six Commanders during the last fight. Four to the Royal Rank traitors, and two to the Hill Giants, but Karl couldn't tell which two from Hawk's updated headcount.

But there were more mages and healers incoming from the main line, now that the progression had stalled, and hopefully, they would get someone who could resurrect. The teachers had to have sent messages back by now, letting the others know the situation.

Karl was about to move back into combat when he looked down at his gear, and noticed that his armour was absolutely shredded, cut in over a dozen different spots and soaked with his own blood from shallow wounds that had already healed under the effects of [Refreshing Lightning] as well as Lotus and Doug's area healing abilities.

If he was lucky, those with magical repair abilities might salvage that mess, but he might have to replace his gear after today.