Army of the Damned

VOLUME 8 Chapter 6

"Does your Kingdom usually get this insane amount of snow Elizabeth?"

"As long as I can remember. Countess, has the amount of snow over the decades changed?"

"No your majesty. It's been consistently this bad."

The Sun was slowly arching into the horizon. The Coachman, staring forward without looking back as he creates a snowstorm from the four well bred horses adorned in the family colors pushing through the cold like it was nothing.

"Were the Werewolves always scattered? When me and Bahamut were making our way here. We'd encounter them with the Demon races, but we never did encounter a town or a place just full of them."

"Hm. It's due to my King's campaigns back then. A hundred thousand or so years ago, Charles led a great campaign against them and their tribes as we expanded the Kingdom's territory. It's arguably the longest war recorded in Threa, I am sure it still is."

"Woah. So back then, there was a huge war between the Werewolves and Vampires? I gotta see that. I can only imagine the sight."

"I personally visited some of the battlefields that he left in his wake to boost the morale of the troops. Charles was a great tactician and a gifted warrior. He had no questions when it came to leading his Legions personally. The land would be littered with the curved swords of the Demiwolf Tribes and their mending armor that changes shape for whenever they'd transform into full Wolf."

"Are the Werewolves that much of a threat?"

"Yes My Lord. The original Demon King, who perpetrated their kind, made their species out of a curse from a rock that came from the Great Beyond. Hence, their claws innate ability to cut through anything, including Vampires. I am still thankful to the Gods that they regulated them to a tribalistic mentality and never moved forward and accepted new technologies."

"They're tough. Bahamut, didn't you fight multiple ones? It took you way longer than expected."

"What could I do? I burned them, skated them with firebolts, slashed and dashed, and yet they continued fighting. I wanted to use my Dragon Bolts but I thought that'd be far too much like my swords.."

"Really? Yet you were shooting up Dragonballs like it's the Fourth of July when it's us?"

"What? Chosen Ones are a troublesome enemy Master. I cannot hold back when it comes to your type. You still hold a grudge from that time?"

"Well yeah, I was part of the siege to your Labyrinth. Even outside it, I remember getting shot by your red and black Dragon Bolts."

"Oh, Bahamut and My Lord, these Werewolves have two hearts and multiple backup organs. That might be why you had a hard time killing them, it's recommended to go for their heads though they've trained themselves to always be on the move to prevent that and their skulls are a few inches thicker than that of a normal Demiwolf."

"That explains it. Werebeasts... grrrr. Who gave them such survivability?"

"My Scholars when we first encountered them noted that the First Demon King might've made them to be like that, though the other theory is that the rock from the Great Beyond forced them to evolve into unkillable machines."

"M'Lord, please listen clearly to the Queen. I've personally fought one of them before, as it ambushed my carriage. Tsk, one cannot play around with their kind. One wrong move, and you're dead."

"Mhm. Mhm. Mhm. I'm listening, but this makes me think how close I was to getting gutted. I wonder what happened to Zergel?"

"Master, you did tell the men on the airfield to return him to Geraldia, yes?"