Free Web NovelChapter 15: Chapter 15: Escape
Blue aura covered the wounds of every single one of his subjects. The hole across their bodies from which blue sand leaked completely disappeared.
His legs began to tremble as a sense of weakness took over him, not the kind that made it uncomfortable to stand but the kind that made standing itself almost impossible.
The sound of something charging towards him echoed through his ears. His head snapped to his right and the sword of one of the undead was just a few inches away from passing through his face.
He moved his head to his right in an instant, and the sword swept past his head, missing his face by a hair’s breadth. This created an opening for him to attack.
He seized the opening and drove a punch into the undead’s chest. It flew backward, bounced across the sand several times, and finally came to a stop.
Sand leaked out from various areas of the body. It was seriously injured. Then the system whispered into his ears.
(Your buff has ended!)
Riven felt the power coursing through his body disappear. Worse, he felt dizzy, his legs trembled and his breathing became heavy.
He spotted one of his subjects standing beside him. He put his weight against his subject and leaned against its back as he tried to stabilize his breath.
That is when he heard the sound of not one but dozens of footsteps, growing louder by the second.
Riven tilted his head and saw a second horde of undead, even larger than the first one approaching them from a distance. There was no way that he was defeating them... he only had one choice.
"We must escape."
Riven turned around and his gaze lingered on the swordsman standing in front of Ayala and that creature.
He mentally commanded the swordsman.
"Carry her and follow me."
The swordsman turned around and slung Ayala over its shoulder with only a single hand. She looked shocked and confused. Based on her looks, he could tell that she was about to attack the swordman.
Riven’s voice resounded throughout the place.
"Don’t resist... he is my subject. He will keep you safe."
Hearing this, Ayala hugged the creature even more tightly, stopped moving, and let the swordsman carry her without any resistance. The swordsman didn’t move toward him, moving as fast as its legs allowed.
Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps grew even louder, and his head snapped to his right. The approaching second horde of undead was even closer than before.
"Damn it."
He was barely able to hold his own against the first wave of the undead and even then he was struggling due to the lack of mana. The combined forces of two waves of undead would make it almost impossible for him to win.
There was only one way of survival before and now...
"We need to escape..."
Riven let go of the support for his subject. He staggered while walking and as he did, one of the undead near him attacked but before he could even do anything, the axeman swung its axe towards the head of the undead.
The axe passed through the undead’s neck in an instant, severing it from the undead body. The head rolled across the sand.
Sand leaked out from the place where its head originally was like water leaking out from a broken dam before its body also slammed onto the ground with a loud thud.
More undead lunged towards him and the axeman. This axeman fought with them, not letting them get close to Riven.
Riven quietly observed everything and mumbled.
"Staying here is a death sentence."
Riven gritted his teeth and using his sheer willpower, charged straight ahead and the swordsman carrying Ayala followed him.
As he ran, his gaze swept across all his subjects and commanded not silently but loudly.
"Retreat! Follow me and protect us!"
In an instant, all his subjects abandoned every single battle and started to charge towards him. Unlike last time, his subject didn’t blindly charge towards him. They blocked any attacks that the undead threw at them.
When they got close enough, they surrounded them in a protective formation and followed wherever Riven went. He glanced at Ayala, she stared back at him and then he asked.
"Are we heading in the right direction?"
Ayala stared back at him and replied.
"Yeah but..."
Her gaze lingered on the countless undead behind them and added.
"We need to outrun them otherwise... we will die."
Riven didn’t reply and continued running as he ran, he took a look around him. Countless bandages were charging towards him but before they could reach them, it was cut down by the subjects surrounding him.
However, as he ran their footsteps grew even louder. He looked behind and his expression darkened. They were rapidly closing in on them and if it continued for too long then they would catch up to them.
He didn’t have the mana to fight them. They had to outrun them to survive. There was only one thing that he could do...
His gaze swept across half of his subjects including the axeman and then he commanded.
"Go and stall them..."
The axeman nodded. They turned around and headed straight towards the horde of undead behind them. He heard the sound of metal colliding with one another. It was the sound of weapons colliding with one another.
A fierce clash was occurring behind him but he didn’t turn around and continued running. He knew the defeat of his subject was unavoidable.
There was no way that they could defeat so many undead. If they stayed and fought only death awaited them. Despite knowing this, he had to send them otherwise every single one of them would die.
As he ran, the system whispered into his ears.
(You have gained a subject!)
(You have gained 3 sealing power!)
(You have leveled up!)
Riven’s eyes widened in shock. Did that mean that his subjects were winning?
He had spoken too soon.
The system whispered into his ears.
(Your subject has died!)
(You have lost 2 sealing powers!)
(Your Subject has died!)
(You have lost 2 sealing powers!).
(Your level has dropped!)
Riven’s expression darkened.
"Fuck."
