章節 64: Chapter 64
The soldiers found themselves at an impasse, with tense and inquisitive glances exchanged between them. One soldier, staring at his comrade, posed the incisive question, "Are you really going to do this?"
Confusion hung in the air as the questioned soldier responded, a mixture of challenge and perplexity in his voice, "Why wouldn't I?" His expression filled with disdain revealed his determination to proceed. To make matters worse, he planned to carry out his obscene act right there, in the presence of the woman's husband, a gesture that would surely ignite the lust he imagined feeling.
The other soldiers remained silent, some averting their gaze, aware of the depravity about to unfold. With disdainful indifference, the protagonist soldier shrugged his shoulders, disconnecting himself from the consequences and the potential criticism that might arise.
On the ground, the offended husband, his face inflamed from the violent kick he had received, looked on in astonishment at the tragedy unfolding before him. A futile effort to stand up revealed his lack of strength and helplessness in the situation.
As the accomplice soldier held the woman firmly in his hands, preparing to fulfill his vile desires, a powerful shock shook the surroundings.
A deafening blast echoed, shaking the soldiers to their core and tearing them away from their disturbing situation. Startled gazes immediately turned to the main gate, which was relentlessly destroyed in a devastating explosion. Fragments of stone and metal from the gate flew through the air, enveloped in a dense cloud of dust, obscuring visibility and plunging the environment into impenetrable chaos.
The soldiers, still dazed, witnessed the fall of their comrades occupying the wall, cut down by the enemy's attack. Lifeless bodies scattered on the ground, while groans of agony filled the air. The magnitude of the destruction before them was terrifying, casting doubts on their own fate and the survival of that bloody encounter.
As the dust began to settle, a distinctive sound dominated the chaotic scene: slow and steady footsteps echoed across the battlefield. Each step resonated like an imminent threat, indifferent to the soldiers around. It was as if a sinister, fearless, and defiant presence approached, unconcerned with the agony it had unleashed.
The soldiers, propelled by a mix of adrenaline and fear, tightly gripped their weapons with renewed urgency. Hearts raced out of sync, hands trembled slightly. They all knew they were about to face something unusual, something beyond their previous battle experiences. The tension in the air was palpable, a prelude to the impending clash. Each soldier was determined to confront the unknown adversity, but apprehension and uncertainty remained as unsettling shadows in their hearts.
Emerging from the dense clouds of smoke, Rémy presented himself with an imposing presence. His short red hair gleamed under the sunlight, and the metallic sheen of his silver spear reflected his warrior prowess. The soldiers, upon catching sight of him, felt a wave of apprehension run down their spines, knowing they were facing a formidable opponent.
As the smoke dissipated around Rémy, a tense silence hung in the air. The soldiers, weapons in hand, awaited any sudden movement. However, before they could react, a skilled archer made his presence known. His arrow, swift as the wind, sliced through the air towards Rémy. But the red-haired warrior had already anticipated the attack.
With reflexes as sharp as a blade, Rémy positioned himself in front of the soldier holding the woman. The arrow, aimed at the warrior's heart, found nothing but emptiness. The archer, bewildered, witnessed his shot fail to hit anything. It was as if Rémy possessed the agility of a shadow, a superhuman ability that protected him from any imminent danger.
Without wasting time, Rémy seized the opportunity created by the archer's moment of distraction. With a swift movement, he delivered a powerful kick to the soldier's body, cutting him violently in half. Blood gushed out, painting the battlefield in scarlet red.
The woman, covered in splatters of the now mangled soldier's blood, hurriedly ran towards her fallen husband. Her steps were desperate, sobs of anguish escaping her lips. The other soldiers, observing the macabre scene, decided not to interfere. They knew they had more pressing matters to face, allowing the woman to find some relief. They had no choice anyway.
Rémy was imbued with a somber determination, ready to unleash a carnage of epic proportions. He had made a vow to himself, promising to create a legacy so remarkable that a deep abyss would be carved into history, impossible to be forgotten by anyone.
With impressive mastery, Rémy wielded his spear, assuming a defensive stance. At the exact moment he prepared for the clash, a thunderous clash of weapons echoed through the air. A man with blond hair emerged, wielding a massive sword and wearing an imposing black armor. With a deep voice, the man uttered, "I didn't expect to see you here. Much less alone."
The baron's words reverberated among the soldiers, leaving them shocked. They had believed that the fall of the wall was the work of catapults or other siege weapons. Now, they realized there was more at stake than they had imagined.
Displaying his overwhelming strength, the baron concentrated all his energy in his hands and, with a powerful thrust, sent Rémy flying. The red-haired warrior was hurled against the wall with extreme violence, breaking through it and leaving a trail of destruction in his path.
"You take care of this. I'll greet our guest more properly," declared the baron, determined, as he dashed towards the location where Rémy had been thrown. The soldiers, perplexed by that display of power and the unexpected arrival of the baron, stayed behind, aware that they would face an even greater challenge while Rémy's fate was decided in a deadly confrontation.
Rémy gently tapped his armor, removing the dust that had accumulated after the impact against the wall. The echo of the collision still resonated in his ears, but he showed no apparent injuries. However, before he could react, the baron stealthily appeared behind Rémy, reaching out to take hold of the spear.
"Indeed, you escaped unscathed," the baron declared with a sly smile. "You wouldn't mind giving me this powerful spear, would you?"
However, in a swift and unexpected move, Rémy launched his foot towards the baron, who instinctively ducked to avoid the blow. Rémy's foot passed inches from the opponent's face, clearly demonstrating his skill and precision.
Unleashing a fierce impulse, the baron retaliated with a devastating strike from his massive sword, seeking to subdue Rémy. But the young warrior, relying on his agility and dexterity, leaped into the air, evading the imminent attack. At the height of his assault, Rémy struck with his spear, dangerously close to the baron's face.
After this intense clash, the two adversaries momentarily separated, staring at each other with a mixture of respect and mutual challenge. The latent energy in the air was palpable as they prepared for the next confrontation. In an instant, their forces combined into a single powerful strike, creating a shockwave that made the ground beneath their feet tremble and fracture.
In an impressive display of strength and determination, both fighters stood their ground, resisting the impact of the collision. The air around them seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the conflict, revealing the immense physical and mental strength they possessed. It was a battle of titans, a test of who was the most formidable among them, as they mutually assessed each other, seeking superiority.
Rémy was like lightning, seizing his enemy's arm with surprising speed. With impressive dexterity, he executed a dizzying spin, enveloping the opponent in a spiral of quick and fluid movements. In an act of formidable strength, Rémy hurled his opponent towards the nearby wall.
The baron, powerless in the face of the mighty throw, was launched at high speed towards the solid structure. The impact was deafening. The baron's body collided with the wall with tremendous force, causing bricks and stones to shatter in the air. A cloud of dust and debris enveloped the surroundings as the baron pierced through the wall, breaking its integrity and crashing violently onto the ground outside.
The spectators, astonished and amazed, witnessed the formidable power of Rémy in action. The audacity and skill demonstrated in throwing his enemy against the wall were truly impressive. The force of the impact and the audible collision echoed like thunder through the air, filling the space with a sense of indomitable power.
As the dust settled, the baron, though shaken by the impact, showed his resilience. With a surprising display of endurance, he rose, determined to defend against Rémy's next attacks. The battle continued, but now with renewed energy, propelled by the incredible demonstration of combat skills from both opponents.
Rémy was like lightning, delivering swift and precise strikes against the baron. His movements were so fast they appeared as blurs in the air. The baron, in turn, used his skill and strength to block Rémy's attacks, retaliating with powerful strikes from his sword.
With each clash of weapons, sparks flew through the air, illuminating the battlefield. The metallic sounds resonated, echoing through the city. Every time Rémy struck the baron, the force of the impact made the ground tremble, as if the earth itself responded to the ferocity of the fight.
The baron charged with fury, attempting to disarm Rémy of his spear. He knew that if he could disarm him, he would gain a significant advantage. However, Rémy was determined not to let that happen. With agile movements and precise defenses, he kept the spear firmly in his hands, resisting the baron's relentless attacks.
The battle raged on, growing ever more intense. The two combatants displayed exceptional mastery of their combat techniques. Swift strikes were followed by skillful defenses, in a deadly dance that encompassed the space around them.
As the fight unfolded, the spectators couldn't believe what they were witnessing. The violence and dexterity of the fighters transcended reality, giving the sensation of witnessing an epic confrontation between supernatural beings.
Inwardly, Rémy felt a mixture of admiration and challenge. For the first time, he encountered an adversary equal to his own, someone capable of withstanding his blows with such determination. This battle was more than just a physical fight; it was a battle of wills and ideals.
Although unsure of what to feel exactly, Rémy was aware of his mission. He knew he needed to overcome the baron and free the city from the oppressive rule of the English. With that in mind, he redoubled his efforts, attacking with even greater ferocity and determination, willing to give everything to achieve victory.
The baron charged recklessly with his sword, launching furious attacks towards Rémy, determined to wrest the spear from his hands. Each blow exchanged between the two combatants seemed to shake the earth, resonating with a deafening roar. The clash of metal against metal reverberated in the surroundings, causing tremors that shook nearby structures.
As the battle unfolded, the baron noticed something peculiar. Although his blade struck Rémy's body on several occasions, no wounds appeared. Moreover, Rémy's spear shimmered incessantly, as if emanating a protective force, enveloping him with a mysterious aura.
Rémy, on the other hand, was not indifferent to the situation. With each blow blocked by the baron, he felt the strength and ferocity of his opponent. Rémy's determination intensified as he was aware of the importance of ending the fight as quickly as possible. With agile and precise movements, he wielded his spear like lightning, delivering thrusts that cut through the air with astonishing speed.
As the battle unfolded, the destruction around them became evident. Houses were razed by the impact of their strikes, their walls crumbling amidst the chaos of the fight. The towering wall of the city of Argers, once a symbol of security, now seemed like a fragile and vulnerable structure in the face of the power wielded by these combatants. The thunderous sound of their charges echoed in the surroundings, alerting the inhabitants to the imminent battle taking place in their midst.
As Rémy and the baron confronted each other, thoughts of strategy and protection crossed their minds. Rémy sought an opening in the baron's defense, aiming for a decisive blow that could end the confrontation. Meanwhile, the baron evaluated his opponent's skill, remaining attentive to every movement in order to defend against Rémy's violent attacks.
The fierce battle continued, leaving a trail of destruction and chaos in its wake. Both warriors were determined to prevail, and the city of Argers watched, astounded, as the titanic clash unfolded in its streets and surroundings.
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