A Tale After Four Lives - Volume 2: Rise Of Samsara Chapter 49 49: A Saints Glory 1

Deep within the demonic lands at a strategic position allowing one to see anyone nearing, a large military camp was set up.

Although it was called a military camp, the soldiers that were within were far from ordinary and if any citizen within the great Ashrealm world saw them they would gasp in amazement.

Each and every one of the soldiers were aged old veterans of a thousand wars, muscle and scar riddled bodies, aura of flour, and a gaze as firm as the very planet they stood on. To call them as meer soldiers was an insult for they were nothing less than legends, the last warriors of the order of the purge, the strongest suborder within the great light order, and the order that was directly under the command of the divine saint.

At one of the guard posts stood a tall stalwart man, he was wearing full plate armor all over his lower body, his upper body was barely exposing his “war achievements”, an especially deadly one running down from his right eye, blinding it all the way to his navel. Right next to him rested a massive two bladed battle-ax, within grabbing range if there was a need for a quick beheading of any would-be intruder.

The veteran, stood there like a stone statue as his left eye gazed over the surrounding area, his eyes focussed for any sign of movement, not a trace of laziness or tiredness on his square face.

Suddenly his eyes detected movement, his battle-axe already in his hand within but a second, his body exuding fearless valor as he was ready to fight till the end or until his brothers and sisters came to help. Out of the bushes came a leather-wearing man with a big brown beard and long brown hair, his eyes were filled with determination even as he stumbled, blood leaking from a deep cut in his abdomen tale of a grievouse injury.

“Brother Amer!”

The ax-wielding man yelled as he saw the leather-wearing man stumble. Quickly running towards him only to be distracted by five shadows closely on the one named Amer’s trail.

“Be careful… Brother Khan!”

Brother Amer yelled before collapsing due to blood loss, the five shadows finally became visible in front of Brother Khan as they stood a few meters away from Brother Amer.

“DEMONS!”

Brother Khan yelled, in outrage, and as a warning to his brothers and sisters within the camp, as he charged forward towards the demons in a bit to protect Brother Amer. He could clearly see that they were the elites of one of the demon princes, the prince of greed due to there armor but he cared not. To him a Paliden of the order of the purge they were but ants.

The demons only had a moment to take in their opponent as he yelled before he was upon them, his movements were inhumanly quick as he covered twenty meters in an instant bringing his axe down upon the closes demon.

The demon sneered as he brought his sword up to meet the axe only for it to be split in two along with his body. His companions were dumbfounded when they saw this, they had thought against many paladins before but this is the first time they had seen one of there own struck down by one swing from a paladin that seemed to be serving as a simple guard.

Brother Khan didn’t stop after killing the first demon and quickly moved to the second, which caused the demons to come out of there daze and attack him together.

Brother Khan continued with his axe swing unmoved by the other demons. His foe, having learned from his previous companion, did not choose to block the blow but dodge it, jumping backward and out of range of the axe. The other three demons took this opportunity to strike at him but he was too quick-moving his axe to block them as if it weighed nothing, he twirled it a bit to offset their attacks before slamming the head of the axe vertically into the ground.

“Devine Wave!!!”

He shouted, causing a shockwave made of light to burst from his body nocking back and burning the demons around him. Taking this opportunity while they were of balance he heaved his axe into the air and cleaved another demon in two.

By now the remaining three demons had become terrified at this man, but they they had no room to escape or the man will cut them down from behind.

Brother Khan was not so nice as to stop, after killing the second demon he took a step towards the nearest demon and cleaved him horizontally, the demon reacted too late to dodge thus could only try and block, and we all know how that turned out.

The remaining two demons took a look at each other after another companion fell, they nodded with decisiveness and turned towards Brother Khan, As the nearest demon charged at him the second one moved his body forward but with a kick he backpaddled in retreat. The demon charging forward thought something was wrong and mid charge glanced back only to find his companion running away and leaving him to death, said companion even looked back at him and smiled as if encouraging him to continue fighting.

“F.u.c.k yo..”

“Smite!”

Before the charging demon could vinnish cursing his fleeing companion Brother Khan was already upon him, with a yell his axe glowed in divine light as it slammed down on the demon, from the sky a pillar of light descended with the axe and when they both struck the demon he was immediately eviscerated.

The last remaining demon was shocked and frightened, the scene before him only allowed him to gain greater speed as he ran away. Unfortunately for him, he would never be able to escape. Before Khan could even start persuing a low piercing sound was heard, an arrow past over Brother Khan as he moved towards the demon at blinding speed, it piecing right through the demons head and disappearing into the forest. The demon kept moving forward do to inertia but soon just fell down on the forest floor.

Brother Khan turned towards the new arrival with a beaming smile.

“Nice of yah to finally show up…”