Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods-Chapter 127: temporary ..

Do not unlock yet, it will be updated soon. I’m At a military camp for service, that is why updates are so low. But I’ll soo be done!

"We have a problem."

Things with Damian had been rocky ever since the issue with his wife, Lauretta. Although her actions were inspired by the need to protect her husband it was impossible to ignore what she had done.

Ever since that day, Lauretta had been put under house arrest instead of being thrown in a cell like criminals were meant to be.

She had done her best to be helpful, but it seemed she was never truly in the loop to begin with. Lauretta knew little to nothing about their operations or their future plans.

All she did was periodically take orders from them without knowing any of their real goals.

Damian had told him they had a problem earlier, and to that he replied:

"We seem to have an abundance of those these days."

"This is serious, the northern wall has crumbled!"

Ark took a step towards him.

"Watt do you mean? What happened to the guards positioned there?"

Damian shook his head.

"Dead."

As they were speaking, Ark heard a loud shout from one of the soldiers.

"What the hell are you doing you fool? Get the hell out of there!"

Suddenly the torrents stopped firing.

Ark hurried over to the edge of the wall and stared down only to be met by a troubling sight. Right in the midst of the apocalypse beasts, was a giant of a man wrapped up in a dark dusty cloak.

The man was walking through the throng of the undead as though he was moving through a field of daisies.

Most of the undead didn’t notice him while those that did acted as though he was invincible.

"Shoot!" Ark scremed at the top of his voice, but the soldiers were hesitant.

"Sir! there’s someone down there."

"Shoot him!"

The soldiers gritted their teeth in frustration, knowing it was a terrible idea to doubt their captain. Throughout their time defending the base, they had grown to trust his judgement.

And yet, that slight moment of hesitation cost them. Just as they unleashed the torrents, the adamatine walls of the shelter suddenly exploded out of its hinges, bringing down a part of the wall down with it.

There was a large clang as the gate crashed against the floor and a large cloud of dust spread through the area.

And out of the dust— the first group of undead emerged.

The fourth shelter had been compromised.

But who would have known that it would only get far worse?

From the other side of the broken gate came a deathly whisper followed by a thick grey fog

***

The third and final wave of the apocalypse had begun and while curse bearers battled against the beasts unleashed from the gates, a rather shady group of individuals were at work.

Not too far from the fourth shelter, cradled within the darkness was the one known as ’Ghost.’

His hands were clasped tightly together in anger as he recalled Silas’ words.

"Stay here. We can’t have you messing up the operation."

Ghost seethed.

"Who the hell does he think I am?"

"Who the hell does he think he is?"

"No one tells me what to do!"

Ghosts gritted his teeth and spoke to the darkness, his ever present audience.

He was a far more capable than the rest of them and could cause damage on a catalytic state. He was a prodigy, one that should have been in the spotlight of the entire operation.

As Ghost’s anger simmered to a boiling point, the room suddenly felt cold, it was not the physical type of cold, but rather the type he felt whenever his instincts screamed ’danger.’

Someone else was in the room.

A gruff chuckle emerged a second later.

"You sensed me? I’m impressed."

Out of the darkness a large humanoid figure appeared. The man wore knight like demonic armour made of lustreless metal and wrapped across his back was a heavy great sword exuding a deathly aura.

The man took a single step and his armour rattled in response. It was strange because Ghost had seen him move almost noiselessly in that same armour.

"What are you doing here?"

The man did not answer at first, instead he brought his finger to his chin and said:

"Why so defensive? I should be asking you that question. What about the operation today?"

Ghost scoffed.

"I’m not part of the operation."

The he large man cocked his head slightly.

"And why is that?"

Ghost’s faceless mask contorted, a red glowing frown appearing on the black canvas.

"So Silas?"

His gruff laughter filled the room once more, only this time ten times annoying than earlier.

"Forgive me, hahahaha. I just didn’t take you for a thrall."

Ghost immediately rose to his feet, practically breathing out steam.

"Who the hell do you think you are a calling a tharall?"

The man stopped laughing, ending with a light chuckle.

"Maybe not a thrall, but surely incompetent. Why else would Silas leave you when the situation favours you abilities the most?@

"I am not incompetent!" Shots roared.

"I am far more competent than any of them in that team!"

The man did not seem impressed, he simply turned around and waved his hand at ghost.

"Well, unlike you, I have work to do. Take care of yourself Ghosty."

Just before he could shimmer and dissapear, the man felt something grab on his shoulder. Unknown to Ghost, a wide smile had appeared within his helmet.

"What is it?"

Ghost’s voice came with a raging furry.

"I’ll prove it! I’ll compete the mission myself without their help!"

The man nodded.

That is the right choice, you may be weak but not spineless like a lot of humans.

Still, I guess a little help wouldn’t be bad.

Suddenly. The man took a step and vanished into thin air, but in Ghost’s hands... was a glowing red pendant.

***

"Second line Fire!" The second line of defense in the base unleashed a barrage of bullets upon the army of the dead.

One by one they collapsed like domino pieces, the weak bodies of the undead caving underneath the onlaught.

But there was a problem.

The undead had crossed into the shelter and now stood in between those on the battlement and the sevond line of defense.

Ark had to praise the bravery of the solidier because even after what had happened, they still kept their torrents on the beasts.

But they couldn’t stay here for long. Now that the gate had been compromised, if they were to be clinched on both sides then there would be no room of escape.

"We have to clear a path for them!" Damian said while staring at the horde of beast.

Boom!

Fire erupted from below them, climbing into the air like a cloud of ash.

"If you’re going to do something, do it now!" Emma screamed as she launched another arrow.

Ark immediately hopped atop the edge of the battlement and watched the countless moving corpses.

"I’ll clear the way."

"Then I’ll cover their rear and pick out the strays."

Ark spoke first with Damian next, after which Ark jumped right off the battlement.

With his hands flailing at both sides, Ark’s eyes glinted over the flash of the multiple nuzzles being unleashed.

And then he swung his arms forward, a sharp sound emerged from it, cutting through the air as it approached the horde. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Whoosh!

The slash cut through multiple bodies before it dug into the road, tearing into the pavement.

Ark’s legs rattled on contact with the floor but he stood firm, pulling out his dagger, ready for the first group of undead were already charging towards him.

Ark met their violence with a similar, more oppressive one.

The horrid beast was split in half, right form its head to its chest. The second one was torn into two from its hands, and the last one was blown apart by one of Emma’s arrow.

He turned immediately, ready to deliver another blow when a sword flew past his face, almost peeling off his skin.

Ark jumped back while knocking the sword away. Spinning around swiftly, Ark was met with the face of his attacker.

His expression turned dark.

Right in front of him was the man who was responsible for what was his biggest failure.

Ghost stared at Ark, a red line curving on the mask of darkness forming his face.

Pointing his sword at Ark, the faceless man then said:

"Hello again. Are you ready to die?"

Ark felt a fury like never before consume him in an instant, his grip on his weapon tightened and he gritted his teeth.

All he desired at this point was to rip the man to pieces, part by part until there was nothing left.

But then, Ark took a deep breath, letting his emotions wash away, until all that was left was pure cold unbridled intent.

The intent to kill.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Come...