Free Web NovelChapter 170: Let There Be Chaos (1)
The sun hung low on the horizon, casting an ominous glow over the gathering army as Alex stood before his troops. Arrayed before him were soldiers of varying backgrounds, united by a common purpose—to reclaim what Aric, their prince, deemed his rightful property.
Their mission was to march towards the Phoenix’s settlement and bring back the girls who had dared to escape their clutches. While they were at it, the soldiers were allowed to do as they pleased.
Everything was allowed, from looting to assaulting anyone or anything that caught their eye. It was Aric’s gift to them for being the loyalists that they were.
"Attention!"
As Alex’s voice thundered across the ranks, his words filled with conviction and fervour, anticipation and hunger for war rippled through the soldiers.
They were aware of the falsehood that shrouded their mission, but the allure of victory and the twisted notion of loyalty to Aric spurred them forward. But nothing could push them into a maniacal state than the promise of their personal slaves.
"Soldiers! Today, we march to restore honour and order to our kingdom," Alex bellowed, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. "The Phoenixes have defied us, defied our rightful claim, and taken from us what is rightfully ours.
He continued, "They believe they can hide behind their walls and hide while we struggle outside, but I assure you, we will not be deterred. We will reclaim what is ours and show them the consequences of their foolishness!" freewebnovel.cσ๓
His words resonated, echoing in their hearts as they mentally prepared for the upcoming battle. But within the ranks, not all felt the same conviction.
Some who miraculously remained sane questioned the morality of their mission, while others had their own personal reservations. The weight of their loyalty to Aric and the twisted sense of honour fueled their range as they prepared to march ahead.
As Alex continued to rally his troops, his gaze swept across their faces, noting the hardened expressions that mirrored his own. He saw the anticipation, the determination, but also the shadows of doubt that flickered in their eyes.
He understood the tales of the Phoenixes might have spread through the soldiers, but in his eagerness to serve Aric, Alex pushed those doubts to the back of his mind and readied to do the same for everyone else.
"Make no mistake, soldiers. We will face resistance," Alex proclaimed, his voice carrying a note of caution. "The Phoenixes will fight tooth and nail to protect what they believe to be their freedom."
Alex paused as he grabbed a zombie skull in his hands before crushing it with ease. The eyes of the soldiers were filled with awe at the strength of their General.
Feeling pleased by their reaction, Alex continued. "But we shall crush their resistance, for we fight not just for his highness but our own sense of fairness. No obstacle, no matter how formidable, will stand in our way. We will overcome, and we will emerge victorious!"
The troops answered with a resounding cheer, their weapons raised high in unison. Yet, as the cheers echoed in the air, a lingering unease settled within the hearts of some.
They questioned the validity of their cause, the cost of their loyalty, and the consequences of their actions. But knew better than to voice those words, as none of them wanted to embrace death in a gruesome manner.
They would rather die on the battlefield than allow Aric to violate them and their dear ones before throwing them before his pet zombies. Hesitantly, they roared alongside the mad fools who believed Aric to be the reincarnation of the Beelzebub, the fabled demon king of Gluttony. frёeωebɳovel.com
Alex raised his sword high, its glint catching the fading light. "Soldiers of our kingdom, prepare to march! Let our enemies tremble at the might of our united force.
From this day forward, we march towards the Phoenix’s settlement. We shall reclaim what is ours and vanquish any who dare to stand in our path!"
The soldiers answered with a thunderous roar, their voices merging into a symphony of determination and misplaced loyalty. In their eyes, hunger and lust gleamed as the soldiers readied themselves.
As Alex observed the soldiers preparing for the march, he couldn’t help but marvel at how easily they were swayed into action. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on his face as he stood there.
He had always possessed a certain charisma, an ability to manipulate others with his words and behaviour. It was a skill he had honed over the years, a skill that made it so effortless to bend the minds of his soldiers to his will.
"These fools," Alex muttered under his breath, his voice filled with amusement and disdain. "They march forth, believing in Aric’s false promises for money, fame and women, unaware of the puppet strings that pull them along."
He had long recognised the vulnerability of blind loyalty, the ease with which soldiers could be moulded and shaped to fit his agenda.
With a charismatic figurehead like Aric, it was even simpler. The soldiers revered him, hung on his every word, and were willing to fight and die for the most pathetic reasons.
"Obedient dogs, wagging their tails, eager to please their master," Alex sneered, his eyes scanning the ranks. "Little do they know they are merely cannon fodder for me to climb on their corpses."
He saw the hungry faces of the fools as they prepared themselves to die at the hands of the Phoenixes. Alex felt terrible for them for a moment, but then he reminded himself it would have been his neck on the line if it wasn’t for the soldiers.
"All it takes is a few carefully chosen words and a few false promises, and they fall into line," Alex mused, a twisted smile curling his lips. "The power of manipulation, the art of deception. It’s all too simple."
With a final glance at his obedient soldiers, Alex turned away, leaving behind the echoes of his sinister thoughts.
