BXBX NOVEL Chapter 757 - War Siege
Chapter 757 - War Siege
Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)
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Vampire King Apollyon
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Apollyon had thought wrong that the president was the leader of the vulture-harpy demons because he had transformed into this colossal winged serpent.
His wife was correct.
It was actually none other than the president of his Legion.
She had seen this dragon-like serpent with the birds-of-prey advancing towards the Fall Courts.
It was similar to what Luna described in the Council Room during her spontaneous soul travel—a serpentine body, a dragon\'s head, reptilian golden eyes, scaled skin, two clawed forelimbs on each side its body with purple feathers attached to them.
His lengthy form preferred to slither like a snake in upward and downward \'U\' motions when its desire was to advance.
The president moved from side to side to evade attacks from Queen Morgan\'s troops when they followed Apollyon\'s lead.
The archers of the Fae Militia started shooting at the Demonic Legion from the castle towers crenellated at the top of the Autumn Castle as well as those tall pillars punctuated around the walls of the entire Fall Courts which featured arrowslits, creating a strong defensive parameter.
Fae Arbalists hid between shelter garrisons while the rest were positioned close behind Apollyon most especially near Queen Morgan whom the Fae Militia needed to protect with their life.
Siege engines were also mounted on top of the structure to hit the demons with large rocks which simply had no effect since they simply passed through the demon\'s form.
Apollyon recalled the first moment when he felt the spirit of the Blood Beast attached himself to his physical vessel.
His body fought so hard, rejecting the idea of something foreign soul intruding his personal temple against his will.
The Blood Beast, the Archdemon of Gluttony whom Lilith had cursed him with, grew even stronger.
It felt like Ravin\'s coerced possession had taken Apollyon to Hell and back.
His cold, reptilian skin had heated up to a boiling point as if his physical vessel had cooked from the inside, pushing him to keel over.
It was a bittersweet memory of his past, turning into this berserker who killed his own father, the Vampire King, Gwythyr.
Now, this very same berserker was in front of him, determined.
He wasn\'t an ordinary feathered dragon-serpent monster.
He was sentient and intelligent, as well as, brutal and cold-blooded with no regard for life itself—like all demons should be.
Luxen\'s president could transform himself into a humanoid similar to Ravin and Sloth.
He wasn\'t to be underestimated.
The creature was capable of practising magic just like the rest of the demons near the top of the Hierarchy. He didn\'t become the president of Luxen\'s Legion if he had no such tricks up his sleeve.
In his true winged serpent form, the president had large wings thick with shades of blue and purple.
His huge vulture-like wings made a great leathery sound as he flapped them in a rhythmic beat. Their wide wingspan was enough to cause strong winds, simulating another hurricane similar to the one these Legion sent earlier to the? Autumn Castle as a greeting.
Their bodies glimmered once a bolt of lightning strike at its wings only to be reflected back into the storm clouds brewing in the atmosphere.
The feathered dragon-serpent also had large talons.
Squinting, Apollyon focused on the dragon\'s face and it answered his question about where his silver arrow went.
It was embedded on its wide forehead, effectively piercing his scales that should have been his armour.
His wound bled with purple blood from his glabella down to his flaring nostrils.
Uh-oh.
The monster was mad as hell that his weapon got him good.
Maybe, he didn\'t expect Apollyon\'s arrow to work and injure him just like he thought that Queen Morgan\'s Angel Sword she acquired from a past Gregori had no reaction to him just because it was Ancient and made up of materials that wouldn\'t ruin him.
What was special about the Fall Queen\'s weapons?
Why did they have the capacity to destroy the Legion?
Who was the mysterious blacksmith who forged them?
His wife confessed that the winged serpent had felt her spectre flying with their Legion high up in the air, spying on them.
The monster even opened its eyes and met her gaze, making her flinch and forcing her consciousness to return to reality.
It must be a coincidence since the president hadn\'t mentioned anything to Apollyon about meeting Luna\'s spectre.
Good.
They could still use soul travel to their advantage as long as no one will found out.
It had prepared them for their adversaries when it was too far and blurry to make out their shapes and too small for their vampire sight to see.
The Autumn Militia grew more confident and moved forward with Apollyon in the same firing line. They continued their assault to wipe out the harpy vulture demons and the president.
These sinister creatures were capable flyers, able to move with great speed and stealth, but there was beauty in their raw, loud screeches echoing in the Fall Courts as they fell to the ground one by one.
Apollyon, Queen Morgan and her troops had witnessed the feathered dragon serpent\'s scales turned from bluish-purple to orange-red, appearing like it had bathed its feathers, body and forelimbs in Hellfire in just a span of seconds.
Its serpentine form had generated intense heat—hot enough to melt metals like iron and incinerate anything it touched.
Eyes wide, everyone held their breath for a moment when the president arced his outstretched wings and catapulted his entire body to break through Queen Morgan\'s barriers.
The winged dragon-serpent roared.
Along with it was his dragon breath,? reacting with the ambient air and generating blue volatile flames.
It felt like he was close to invading the Kingdom despite all the silver arrows stabbing him into his scales.
He had incredible physical strength and it felt like he could overpower Queen Morgan\'s Fae magic through sheer brute force until he was able to smash a hole with its head in the defences large enough for the rest of the Legion to pass through.