Synthetic Survivor: Machine Age - Chapter 116

“The Watchtower? That place is full of men packed in crowded fuċkɨnġ cells!” William sprang to life.

“Why wasn’t I informed? That woman would be violated and played with in there!” William angrily said.

“I think that was Anne’s intention,” Jorn said. His voice turning soft. He looked down on the ground, prompting William to calm down.

“Wait, Jorn. It’s not your fault,” William said, thinking that Jorn was blaming himself.

“I wanted to stand up against her when she told us to do it, but knowing the punishment that would befall me if I did, I cowered and let the bastards take the girl,” Jorn clenched his fists.

“It’s not your fault. Even I fear the consequences of standing up against the nobility but do cheer up,” William smiled.

Jorn looked at him and smiled as well.

“You bastard. So, what are you going to do now that you know what happened to the girl?” Jorn asked.

“She’s a mage right? A tank mage,” William asked.

“Yes, she can also cast fire and water related magic but that’s as far as I know,” Jorn said.

“Then, unless they restrained her magic while in that tower, I doubt things have happened to her, yet,” William said.

“But wasn’t her magic restrained when she was captured?” Jorn asked.

“No, when we captured her. I had two other mages with me who suċkėd out all her mana,” William said.

“W-wait, magiclust?!” Jorn was surprised.

“Yes, mages who specialize in suċkɨnġ out the mana of others. But her mana won’t stay depleted for long and I doubt the mages would be stationed there just so she could be restrained,” William said.

“That’s true but wouldn’t you think that when they took her there, she was still low in mana?” Jorn asked.

William realized the hole in his reasoning.

“Shit, you’re right,”

Both of them sighed.

“So both of them are dead, huh,” Jorn said.

“Most likely. The band of knight friends the count sent out to chase after that runaway elf will surely not return. Those cowards wouldn’t last a single day in the forest, let alone 5 days,” William said.

“Right on. But I get this feeling that something else might have happened,” Jorn said.

William walked to the edge of the wall and looked towards the forest that was a kilometer in front of him.

Only one dirt path lead to it while the others diverged to the grassy plains and the fields of wheat.

He then felt a shiver rundown his spine as a flock of birds suddenly flew from the trees.

“Huh? What’s that?” One of the knights pointed out. A black silhouette was emerging from the clearing and walking down the dirt path.

“There’s someone coming from the forest,” Jorn said as he took out his crude binoculars.

“Shit, a human monster perhaps?” Jorn said.

William was still looking at the figure when he noticed that its eyes glowed blue.

He felt an immense pressure from those eyes that made him feel immense fear.

“What the hell,” William said.

“What? What is it?” A concerned Jorn walked to his side.

“I feel immense power from that man,” William said.

“Man?” Jorn took a look.

The man’s wavy hair dancing along with the breeze. Jorn took a closer look and saw the blue eyes that glared back at him.

He gasped and was taken aback by a fear he had never felt before. The rest of the garrison on the walls that saw the figure were also struck by the same fear.

“The hell is that thing,” Jorn said as he unsheathed his sword.

“Wait! Don’t provoke him,” William called out.

“But!” Jorn said.

“Look, he may seem powerful but we don’t know if he has ill intentions. Let’s not judge him too fast,” William said. He said this not because he didn’t want to judge him, no, he was a judger himself and if this was anyone else, he would’ve ordered the archers to fire at the figure.

But fear overwhelmed him. The fear that even he did not understand. The fear that came from those blue eyes of his that looked as if it stared directly into his soul.

The figure came closer and the mysterious figure was revealed to be a man who wore unusual clothing. A black uniform that gave off a vibe of power. His pale skin revealed that somehow, he was some sort of undead.

Maybe he was, William and Jorn suspected this.

“Tell one of the mages to cast a purification spell on that man,” Jorn whispered. Jorn, overrun with fear, wanted to make sure that what was going against them was actually a human and not an undead humanoid that was about to wreak havoc.

William was oblivious to what Jorn ordered.

Not until he noticed the golden circles appearing around the man.

“Wait! Stop! What the fuċk ate you guys doing?” William shouted.

But it was too late.

The figure stopped in his tracks and looked at the magic circles that surrounded him. Then, in an instant, he was struck by an immensely powerful surge of magic that threatened to kickstart his systems.

The man’s systems weren’t working at optimal capacity just yet due to low power but the surge of magical energy seemed to be powering him up faster than the sun.

But he knew he was being attacked.

The garrison and the people in the fields looked on as the man was seemingly absorbed by a bright flash of light that was almost enough to blind anyone who was looking at it.

A minute passed and the light faded. The garrison quivered in their boots.

“You idiot,” William said as both he and Jorn were given a scene of absolute horror.

The man was still standing but he was exerting a terrifying aura that enough to dampen the atmosphere around him.

“What is he doing?” William and Jorn noticed the man taking a step back and a powerful light was brimming from his hands that he placed together.

“What the-”

In a flash, a beam of light came from the man and destroyed the main gate in what resulted to be an explosion of epic proportions. The walls around the gate were blown up as the gate itself was vaporized. The buildings behind the gate weren’t spared as the beam of light burned down dozens of houses.

After that, William, Jorn and the rest of the garrison were thrown off from the wall as wave of blue light pushed them and the wall over. Effectively destroying the eastern half of the outer wall.