[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440: The Need to Spill Blood

Xion sat astride his horse, dressed in silver armor that shone under the first rays of sunlight.

He carried the weight of command on his shoulders, though without Berry and Oswin by his side, the soldiers might have questioned his authority.

He had no alternative.

The people demanded to see their lord standing tall, to act as a shield against the storm, clamoring outside the walls of their city.

The guards would refuse to risk their lives for someone who hid behind the walls of the infirmary.

Xion raised his hand. Instantly, a man struck the gongs with all his strength. The heavy thuds rolled through the crowd, rattling inside their chests and quickening hearts.

"I don’t care what family you belong to!" Xion’s voice rang across the field where hundreds of soldiers stood straight.

"I don’t care what blood runs in your veins! This is our land. It belongs to us! No one takes it. No one makes our families cry. And those who try..." He paused, letting the words hang like a blade in the air. "...will be dead before sunrise."

A ripple ran through the troops.

Faces that had been tense, uncertain, now burned with resolve.

After all, no matter who it was, family was their priority. And Xion had deliberately used that term to induce a strong reaction from them.

It didn’t let him down.

Shields lifted in the air. Swords were raised high. Helmets gleamed in the sunlight as if reflecting the fire in their hearts. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

One by one, they fell into step behind their lord, the rhythmic beat of the gongs guiding their march.

With a satisfied smile, Xion nudged his horse forward.

The soldiers surged after him, a living wave of silver and steel.

With every pounding step, every clank of armor, they became more than soldiers.

They became the embodiment of all civilians’ resolve to win, ready to carve their claim into the land with blood and fire.

This was exactly what Xion needed.

A hot-headed fighter was more dangerous than anything.

Xion didn’t dwell on how easily he had manipulated these people to his will.

He clutched the reins, urging the horse to rush forward while keeping his back straight.

The moment the gates opened, Xion was slammed with the sight of snow mangled with flesh and blood.

He had wondered why Silas hadn’t sent the Death Walkers at night. Now he understood it clearly.

Just like humans or animals, they attacked to fill their stomachs and then rested in their ’nests’, possibly a pile of bones and flesh.

The orcs he encountered in the Ferni were the same.

However, unlike orcs, these Death Walkers had a certain trigger, something that made them aware of their ’food’.

Not once had they eaten the royal soldiers.

The moment Xion appeared, silence blanketed the battlefield.

On one side were thousands of soldiers, gathered from various cities at Silas’s urgent call.

Xion stood with mere hundreds. And yet, they didn’t dare to approach.

All of a sudden, the blood drained from the enemy general’s face. He had seen Xion killing Caspian and his army in a matter of seconds.

Although he was terrified, others who had only arrived late at night were thrilled.

The divine healer had a bounty on his head. Whoever captured Xion would get a hefty reward from his majesty, Silas.

"Surrender to His Majesty, and your life will be spared!" Someone shouted.

After all, the disparity in strength was far too obvious.

Xion didn’t reply. His gaze took in every face, including almost half of his army standing there with murky yellow eyes.

The families inside the city were still waiting for them to return after the victory.

Xion’s early arrival had already reached Silas.

The young king was willing to leave his tent of beauties and march into the battlefield.

Just as the general ceased calling for surrender, Silas reached the front.

His golden eyes gleamed with unsatisfied hunger. Greed, lust, hunger for power, Xion could see them all.

Nonetheless, Xion found it almost amusing how drained Silas looked. For his bright golden eyes, his greying hair strangely matched his madness.

"So, you are finally here, little Xion," Silas said, voice slithering. "I should have killed you in my castle. Should have ripped that delicate heart out and fed it to Darius."

"You despise Darius?" Xion tilted his head. With a mocking smile, he said, "Why? Don’t tell me you still want to force yourself on Lady Rubina Claude."

That name was enough. Silas’s smug smile vanished, replaced by a glare of pure hatred.

Scare the enemy, then use the chaos to kill more.

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