Chapter 240 The Five Guardians



"Having fun yet?" Damien grinned, his chest heaving with exertion.

Luther's response was a chuckle, his eyes alight with adrenaline. "You know it, my lord. I always dreamed of a romantic evening like this."

Damien raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Romantic, huh? Well, nothing says 'romance' like slicing through undead hordes under the moonlight."

Luther flashed a mischievous smile. "Exactly. I mean, what better way to sweep someone off their feet?"

Damien let out a hearty laugh, the sound mingling with the clang of swords and the groans of the undead. "I'll remember that for my next date night."

Luther's agile movements kept him effortlessly ahead of the undead. "You know, my lord, this could be our chance to start a new trend. Undead-slaying as a romantic activity. I'm sure it'll be all the rage in no time."

Damien parried a strike with his sword, the impact sending sparks flying. "Ah, yes. Candlelit dinners, moonlit walks, and a healthy dose of zombie-slaying. What more could anyone ask for?"

Luther chuckled, his blades moving with precision. "And if things get boring, we can always throw in a dragon or two to spice things up."

Damien grinned, a newfound energy coursing through him. "Sounds like a plan. And you, my young friend, would make an excellent undead-slaying instructor."

Luther's eyes twinkled with amusement. "I'm already preparing the syllabus, my lord. Lesson one: How to look cool while decapitating a zombie."

Their banter continued as they battled on, each word and laugh a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was room for camaraderie and humour.

Amidst the chaos and danger, they found a connection that transcended the dire circumstances, proving that sometimes, laughter truly was the best weapon against the forces of darkness.

"Seriously, where were you?" Luther's voice cut through the chaos as he dispatched an enemy with a swift slash of his sword.

Damien's breath was heavy as he fought back-to-back with Luther, their movements fluid and synchronized. "I had a feeling the big daddy would be hiding here, considering this is the one untouched horde for him."

Luther's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his lips curling into a smirk. "Big daddy? That's a new one."

Damien grinned, his focus never wavering as he expertly parried an incoming blow. "Well, he's the one pulling the strings, right? Seems fitting."

They continued their relentless onslaught, their blades cleaving through the unending waves of undead. Luther's keen eyes didn't miss the signs of fatigue that were starting to accumulate on his lord's face.

"Why don't you leave these kittens with me?" Luther suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He pointed his sword hilt towards the direction of the five distinctive guards. "The small daddies are waiting for you over there."

Damien shot him a grateful glance amidst the chaos. "You're not wrong.

he admitted, his voice slightly strained over the cacophony. "But I want to see if I can find a way to avoid them altogether."

Luther's brow furrowed in curiosity as he parried another attack. "The wall?"

Damien nodded, his focus on the guards as he deflected their blows. "Exactly. Wasting time dealing with them would only drain my mana and energy. And I've got a date with the necromancer."

The guards stood stationed at the gates, seemingly unaware of Damien's approach. His eyes locked onto the towering wall beside him, a potential escape route waiting to be seized. With a swift calculation, he saw his chance – a sprint to the right would give him the momentum needed to vault onto the wall's top. The guards appeared stationary, their attention focused elsewhere.

In a surge of agility, Damien propelled himself forward. He leaped over the fallen undead bodies, his muscles working in perfect synchrony.I think you should take a look at

His feet hit the ground with a determined thud, each step fueling his determination. The wall loomed ahead, a formidable barrier he was about to conquer.

With a powerful burst, he shot upwards, his fingers reaching out to grasp the wall's edge. He hauled himself up, his body clearing the top just in time.

Yet, a sudden prickle of danger sent a shiver down his spine. Instinct kicked in, and he spun around even as he landed, his sword whistling through the air in a swift arc.

Metal clashed against metal as his blade met the oncoming threat – a dark, blazing whip lashing out from an elven guard.

The impact reverberated through his arm, but he held his ground, deflecting the attack with a determined focus.

His action had triggered a chain reaction. The other guards, once seemingly immobile, were now closing in with deadly intent.

In a matter of heartbeats, they were converging upon him, their eyes ablaze with a malevolent hunger. The wall had provided a vantage point, but now it also held him within a perilous ring of adversaries.

The dynamics of the battle shifted swiftly. With the guards' attention now squarely on Damien, the horde of undead nearby redirected their focus to Luther. The eerie sensation of hundreds of eyes fixed upon him made the air tense with anticipation.

Luther's grin didn't waver, even as he found himself surrounded by a sea of undead. His sword danced in his hand, a masterful display of agility and precision. "Looks like it's my turn to shine," he quipped, his voice carrying a touch of mischief amidst the chaos.

The undead lunged at him, driven by a relentless hunger. Yet, Luther's movements were a dance of calculated strikes and evasive maneuvers. His youthful energy was a stark contrast to their decaying forms. With every slash and thrust, he seemed to tap into a wellspring of vigor that belied his age.

The undead were relentless in their pursuit, but Luther remained undeterred. His swordplay was a mesmerizing blend of skill and daring, a testament to his training and spirit. Each swing of his blade severed limbs and cleaved through decayed flesh, thinning their ranks with every passing second.

Facing off against the five guards, Damien felt the weight of the challenge ahead. Their tall and lean figures loomed over him, their eerie blue-flamed eyes fixated on their target. The air was charged with tension as they circled him, weapons at the ready.

Their weapons gleamed with an otherworldly blue hue, a stark contrast to the darkness of the night. Each guard wielded a different weapon, showcasing their varied skills and combat styles. The dance of deadly intent was about to begin.

Damien's grip on his sword tightened as he prepared to engage. His opponent's weapons seemed to hum with an unsettling energy, a reminder of their undead nature. But he wouldn't let their eerie presence unsettle him. Instead, he focused on the task at hand: overcoming these guards to reach the necromancer.

The clash of steel against steel reverberated through the night as the battle commenced. Damien parried their strikes with a mix of agility and precision, his years of training and experience coming to the fore. He lunged, sidestepped, and spun, his movements fluid and calculated.

The guards fought with a calculated coordination, each strike meant to exploit any opening. Damien's sword flashed through the air as he deflected their blows and countered with his own. Their eyes burned with a supernatural intensity, but he met their gaze without flinching.

As the intense battle continued, the relentless onslaught of undead near them began to thin. With every swing of Damien's sword, another undead creature met its demise. His strikes were swift and precise, each blow calculated to take down his enemies efficiently.

Amidst the chaos, one of the guards wielding a wickedly blazing whip coiled it around Damien's sword, attempting to disarm him. In a split second, two agile swordsmen closed in on him, maneuvering to flank him on either side. It was a dangerous pincer move meant to overwhelm him.

Thinking quickly, Damien channeled his mastery over ice manipulation. With a swift motion, he used his ice magic to create a frosty barrier along the length of his sword, causing the whip to freeze and lose its grip. The guard wielding it let out a frustrated growl as his weapon was rendered momentarily useless.

Simultaneously, the two swordsmen lunged at Damien, their blades gleaming in the moonlight. Damien's ice-enhanced reflexes came into play as he expertly deflected their blows, the icy surface of his sword providing a slick surface that made their strikes slide harmlessly aside. His movements were a dance of precision and control, a testament to his honed combat skills.

With a surge of magic, Damien summoned a concentrated burst of mana. A burst of freezing energy radiated from him, creating a shockwave that sent the two swordsmen stumbling back. Their movements were slowed by the icy chill that enveloped them, giving Damien a brief respite to reassess his strategy.

As the undead guards hesitated, momentarily thrown off balance by the sudden blast of magic, Damien seized the opportunity. He surged forward, his sword cutting through the frozen air with lethal accuracy. One guard fell, his eerie blue-flamed eyes extinguished forever, while the other managed to evade Damien's strike at the last moment.