[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 443

Chapter 443: Crimson Battlefield

The northern army quickly surrounded the outer edges of Suniva Province’s capital.

At the border, although it took them some time to understand the situation of their dead comrades, they cut down Death Walkers as fast as they could.

When Darius and Nikolai thought they were closing in on Silas, they discovered he had vanished from the royal tents.

With their communications being infiltrated, they couldn’t reach Suniva.

It was Michael and his horde of Death Walkers who kept them occupied until now.

Just as Berry had predicted, the true aim had always been Xion.

They wanted to seize him, break him, and use him as leverage to force Darius into surrender.

They hadn’t expected Xion to endure this long.

Even now, the black-haired commander spared Darius only a fleeting glance before turning on his heel and slashing down an enemy creeping up behind him.

Another one fell, but two more closed in on Xion.

Red gurgled from Silas’ mouth as he stared down at the silver blade now buried in him, slick with his own blood.

"H-how can this be...? It’s impossible. I am the king! I am the ruler! No one can defeat me!"

Darius twisted the blade without a word, and Silas’ scream tore across the field.

With their king crumbling before their eyes, the royal army surrendered at once.

Rules were rules, and not even the generals could oppose them.

The Death Walkers, however, obeyed no such laws. They circled the group, hissing and snarling.

"Brother, watch out!" Noxian shouted loud enough to reach Xion, driving his sword into one’s temple.

The skull split with a sickening crunch as brain matter sprayed across the ground.

Xion turned just in time to evade Michael’s mana blast.

"You’ve been tainted," Michael said, grief laced with venom as he sent a mana blade toward Xion. "I knew it. I should never have let you walk away. I should have taken you sooner. Now look at you, Xion, you’ve become so... ugly."

His tone trembled, torn between rage and mourning, as if grieving the soul trapped inside Xion’s broken shell.

Michael’s yellow mana blades multiplied, encircling Xion from every direction.

All the while, Death Walkers kept others away from reaching Xion, grabbing his legs and arms.

"I will help. I promise. I will make you new. Your soul won’t be so unappealing then. There will be no more disgusting blood on you."

"You, of all people, have no right to call me disgusting." Xion sneered, his arms trembling as he carved through ravenous monsters.

Their exchange was out of the Archduke’s earshot.

Darius threw Silas to the ground.

The young king was wounded, but still alive. As for whether Silas might escape Nikolai’s grasp wasn’t his concern.

Letting Nikolai drag Silas away from the hungry horde, he moved deeper.

With Xion pressing on Michael from the left, he cut in from the right.

Despite not speaking a word, their intent was perfectly aligned.

Both wanted to take Michael down before he slipped into another rat hole.

Meanwhile, Ray and Noxian hacked through the advancing horde, slashing throats and severing spines before driving blades into the creatures’ brains.

It was the only efficient way to deal with the Death Walkers. First, break their nervous system to render them unmovable, and then break their brains.

The lessons his brother taught him were now painted in blood.

Noxian was proud.

When he looked toward the place where his brother was, his pride disappeared, replaced by dread.

M-mother...The words died at the tip of his tongue.

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