章 47: Tear the Inside Apart!

The soldiers tore out the barricades, throwing boxes and planks to the sides of every entranceway, from different doors to the stairwell itself. The General stepped out of cover, looking at the platform above with Venator.

"We made great progress, thanks to you, were now closer to victory." He said in a gruff tone.

The doors were broken down, their barricades tore open, screams soon followed as soldiers rushed inside every single one, kitchens, storage rooms, dining rooms, among other rooms were what lay behind the sealed doors.

Soldiers on the stairs continued destroying the barricade, more joining in once their rooms were raided, many walked out carrying an assortment of treasures from plates to jewelry found.

"My Lord we found great bounties for our kingdom." One of the soldiers spoke, still wearing his helmet, he handed a necklace of gold to the General. "Very well, bring that to the supply wagons heading here once all of this is over." He replied, taking the necklace and clutching onto it. The soldier gave a slight nod and joined in with the others on the stairwell barricade.

As they continued, rapid footsteps from above ceased their attempted breakthrough, seemingly coming from all sides, warriors crowded into the top while more ran down the stairwell with more still running along the upper pathways on the sides.

Arrows and bombs began letting loose, Venator tried holding them back as fire belched the railings. Bellunamien soldiers continued tearing apart the barricades, now with more forming a defensive line in front of it, prepared to face the fights in front of them.

Warriors fell to the ground from the top, in a frenzy, they began attacking individual soldiers with axes in both hands, shouting through their armor as they kept on fighting.

"Venator take out those roof dwellers, we need to deal with these savages quickly!" The General ordered, running to aid his soldiers against the fighters assaulting them.

Venator shifted his arms to the railings above heading to the stairwell, more soldiers began falling, caught on fire as screams deafened out the carnage already taking place. With the railings practically blinded by blue fire, Venator ran through the broken flooring to the soldiers, holding onto his blade. Through their armor, Venator slashed at them with quick but powerful strikes, breaking off chunks and striking deep into their flesh.

As the final pieces of the stair's barricade were torn off, droves of soldiers immediately pushed through into the defensive line, pushing them back while more reinforced from behind, trying to push them back. The General and Venator noticed this, now finished with taking out the savage attackers from above. He simply ordered Venator, "Flank them." Venator nodded his head, the General ran towards his men, joining them in the defensive line against the growing horde of warriors.

Without a word, Venator rose up on a pillar, reaching the very top. He leapt through the fire onto the second floor, around him, perplexed fighters stared at him, a mix of heavily to lightly armored warriors.

Immediately Venator attacked, before they could form up to try and fight bcak he began attacking the soldiers, spewing fire towards different parts of the pathways, burning the soldiers quick. Venator continued his rampage, lightening the stress on the shield wall down below.

The Bellunamien soldiers quickly pushing forward with full force, ramming the enemy force in front of them, pushing them back to the stairway heading up.

Venator sustained slash after slash, outnumbered and surrounded, but he continued on, taking out as much as possible while his allies made their way to him.

The tide turned, they started moving back, Venator went on with his assault, nearly blinded by the amount of strikes and fighting he's performing. Soon after the army went to Venator's aid, moving just behind him, he slowed down. A pile of slashed corpses lay on his feet, burned to slashed across their armored bodies, the remaining soldiers.

Clashes erupted once again, the hate fueled soldiers of Bellunamien charged head on to the desperate enemy fighters, engaging again in a violent brawl of swords and weapons, a few bombs blew up on both sides as the hallway slowly filled with dusty smoke.

Venator joined in the scuffle, fighting through his allies striking their shields with his sword. The hall became packed with more soldiers from both sides flooding in, trying to push one another back with their shields bashing against each other in a bloody struggle.

The struggle continued on until explosions broke both sides, forcing them to back up against each other, noticing this, Venator stayed at the front, sheathing his sword and preparing both his hands with frost.

A volley of explosive balls were thrown towards them, Venator quickly raised a wall of ice, trying to thicken it as much as possible before it went off.

The ice began breaking off, continuing to grow in thickness with Venator exhausting more of his strength to block them off.

The explosions stopped, the enemy exhausted their remaining stock. With the attempt thwarted, Venator shattered the wall, allowing his brothers to begin pushing through the piles of ice shards on the ground, running into the surprised libe, they tore through the ranks of fighters, shouting in desperation to continue fighting back.

Slowly, they advanced onward, breaking through more lines of fighters until they reached the very end. Venator simply looked from behind, watching the onslaught start to end, feeling his energy become lower.

He took out his bottle, still watching the battle while he drank more from the bottle, keeping a quarter of it left inside.

Corpses piled in the hall, the smell of blood filled the air, turning silent quickly. The soldiers wasted no time breaking down the door in front of them, still filled with rage and a desire to fight.

Just as Venator walked forward to join them, the door broke down, unleashing the Bellunamien horde into the remaining halls and floors. From beyond the door, screams can be heard to the clashing of swords. The last soldiers left the hall, leaving Venator standing around piles of dead fighters from both sides, hearing the faint shouts of Bellunamien soldiers, continuing to hunt for more inside the stronghold.