211: The Mischievous King

The Mischievous King

After everything had been taken care of, everyone gathered in front of the makeshift gate and was ready to walk out except the Anemone family. Malcolm had them stay near the building to cover their backs... Five would stay in the base to protect it, while Serzen would stay at the roof all the time. Mercer hadn't been seen ever since he left, so that left a little more than forty of them.1

"I will take the lead, and we will walk in 8 in a row. Miles and Merlin are behind me, and behind the two you will create 6 rows. Marcela in the first row with different elemental abilities to make her use her abilities to its finest." Malcolm ordered and they got into positions. No one was careless at the moment and even listless Marcela looked sharp in her armor. She was holding a thin sword that looked as sharp as it could be.

Merlin approached Miles and they started to move. Miles was wearing an alloy armor. Malcolm already gave him two orbs and he didn't ask for more. Normally he never needed an orb armor because he had the best G-Tier could offer, but because it was identified with Marooner, he couldn't wear it in that situation. Instead, he put on a not-so-bad alloy armor.

Miles was holding the bow with an arrow nocked and ready to be fired. He was supported in this expedition and needed to fight from distance only. He was carrying more than hundreds of arrows on his back and some soldiers were carrying more for him.

After walking a few minutes, they encountered a couple of companies of walking dead. Because this was far away from the colosseum, the walking dead around here weren't that powerful. Malcolm let soldiers warm up and kill them while he watched over them. Miles also fired a few arrows, and after making sure that his targets were dead —dead enough to stay down—, he approached them and removed the arrows from their bodies to use later.

"Sir, there is a battalion coming to your destination. ETA, two minutes." Serzen's voice was heard from Malcolm's wristwatch. Malcolm turned his sight to where Serzen pointed on the map, where more than a thousand figures were slowly walking to their destination. A frown appeared on his face.

"That is not the destination of the Coliseum," Miles said as he looked at the flock.

"Yeah." Malcolm nodded. "They are pretty organized and walking directly towards us."

"Another awakened dead or some means we don't know yet?" He muttered.

"Let's clear them for now," Malcolm ordered as they got into positions. Five rows got into half-crescent while Marcela and Miles were in the middle. Miles grabbed an arrow and nocked it on the bow waiting for the walking dead to approach.

When they were only hundreds of meters away, Marcela started the attack. Rainbow-like colors flew around her, and she chose two of them in between. Purple merged with crimson and gushed into her body. The next second, purplish fiery fire condensed in her hand and like a bolt of lightning and fiery ball of fire, shot towards the walking dead. As soon as it landed it exploded into a giant cloud of fire with lightning still sparking amidst.

"BOOM!"

The sheer sound of the explosion was enough to injure regular humans while many walking dead blasted back and at least fifty of them were torn into pieces. These kinda loud attacks were taboo when battling in the dead world lest to alert others, but they had already passed that point, so Marcela's attack wasn't inappropriate at all.

With that explosion as a start, others started to attack as well. Attacks of all elements started to fly in the air. Miles also started to fire arrows one after the other. Most of the arrows were only alloys, but there were a few with elements. Also because the bow was fire elemental, even regular arrows flew like shooting stars.

Miles combined elements to its finest. He merged lightning with water or fire, poison with the wind to increase its effect. When he was using the piercing elemental arrows, he aimed a few walking dead in a row to kill multiple with one arrow.

"Make a way," Merlin shouted and all soldiers opened the path. A giant wave of darkness washed over the battlefield and pushed the walking dead back like a giant broom clearing the street. When darkness vanished, all Miles could see were clean streets and some moving figures at the far end of the street. Miles looked at Merlin with a dumbfounded expression. "What the hell was that?"

"A power of a buddy of mine. I thought it would come in handy against walking dead. Neat right?" Merlin smugly boasted.

"Stop boasting and keep on killing. More are coming." Serzen's voice came from Miles and Merlin's wristwatches. They looked at the end of the street and saw at least twice the first crowd. More and more walking dead were approaching. Both stopped fooling around and looked at the approaching crowd of walking dead.

"I will take care of this one, let's see who is behind this." Malcolm who was watching from the start said, as he jumped into the air. A formless figure formed behind him and merged with his body. A crown appeared on top of his head with a red cape on his back, in his hand he was holding a magical staff.

"Oh, dad activated his ultimate. Watch closely." Merlin smirked as he looked at Malcolm in the air.

"Grab my stick, you shitheads!" Malcolm smirked as he threw the wand in the air. Staff got bigger as it landed and made the walking dead merge with the ground, then he landed among them and grabbed the wand. He had a mischievous smile on his lips. This was the first time Miles had seen Malcolm like that.

"What is his ultimate?" Miles couldn't help but ask.

"He is the Mischievous King. More he trolls his enemies, the stronger he becomes." Merlin smirked as he watched Malcolm.

"Grab it." Malcolm reached out the wand for the walking dead to hold onto it, just when the walking dead was about to claw the wand, Malcolm stabbed it forward and the walking dead rolled back.. While Malcolm was laughing like a mad man, the rest were rolling their eyes.

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