The First Legendary Beast Master

The Bomgon fleet turned when they were five kilometres offshore of the city, and spread out in a wide line, two rows deep.

"They're lining up on the docks." Karl noted.

The demon beside him, who Karl was nearly certain was a prostitute with a baseball bat, nodded grimly.

"They do that. Because they're undead, they can just charge the docks. Water Magic won't slow them down, and they don't rely on the wind."

She took her ridiculously high heels off and carefully placed them on the porch of the Dock Master's warehouse. Then she equipped a patchwork set of stiffened leather armour and a wide brimmed hat with a large purple feather in the hatband.

Remi looked over at her. {That's a pretty good hat.}

The Demoness smiled at her. "Thank you. I'm quite proud of this hat. I don't know what possessed me to volunteer for the Militia instead of running, but if there is such a thing as a perfect time for a good hat, this is it."

Rae gained a great insight from this odd Demoness. She was right, today was a great day for hats.

Unfortunately, she hadn't made custom hats. She would have to fix that for next time.

That was when Karl realized they might have an issue.

"Are there any Plague Demons in the crowd? My team uses a lot of area effects that are Holy or Healing based. Deadly lethal to the Undead, but also to the Plague Demons." Karl asked the Demoness.

She shook her head. "They won't come across the river, so they're all at the north docks. You can feel free to use your area effects, none of the rest of us should suffer from them.

Well, some might, if you cast a Consecration spell, but that's just based on their personality."

The ships weren't slowing at all as they approached the docks, and Karl realized that was part of the strategy. The front row was planning to run aground and use the momentum to throw an army of Wights into the defenders.

The other defenders had realized that as well, and they were backing up while raising a pike line to impale the first wave of bodies. The pikes glowed with golden energy as Tessa cast a [Holy Weapon] enchantment over the entire militia.

It wouldn't last forever, but it would make a difference at the start of the battle when the odds were at their worst.

The second rank of ships abruptly slowed, as the first rammed into the shore, hurling agile undead into the air with blades at the ready.

Dana stepped up into the air to engage the undead while they couldn't do anything but continue flying past, enabling her to slice them apart from above while they were mostly helpless.

Karl looked left to see Tessa glowing with red light as she sat on Thor, marking the attention of the God of War on this conflict. If that was the case, this should be a serious battle, and he might as well go all out.

Karl took out the Sword of Champions, then quickly created a half dozen Ghostfire imbued [Hellstorm] vortexes along the shore as the Wights flew over. Then, when they managed to partially dissipate them, he cast six more, and another six to cover all three docks in their section of the shore.

Hundreds of other spells flew from the defenders, while the Wights hurled black balls and arcs of magical power in return.

But the vortexes had the desired result, and the undead did not fly over the pike line, but landed on it or between it and the vortexes.

The entire deck of the ships had been covered in undead when they hit the beach, and more were pouring out of the lower levels of the ships now, along with the occupants of the second rank of vessels.

One after another, the larger vortexes were destroyed by the more powerful Undead on the ships, but the smaller ones lingered until they too were destroyed by skills from the Undead Horde.

But massive damage had been done, and the Epic Guard was practically glowing with power.

Or more correctly, the Haint Claw that it was equipped with was glowing with soul power siphoned from dozens of sacrificed undead in the immediate vicinity.

Karl created repeated waves of the vortexes, forcing the enemy leaders to focus on getting rid of them before they duplicated. It also pulled the undead off balance with the suction of the vortex, and the front line of pikes pushed forward, driving the Undead back into the wall of swirling flames.

But the Wights didn't care.

They hacked and slashed at the pikes, cutting them to pieces as they pushed forward.

The battle was quickly turning into a melee battle, and Karl could see dozens of Golems, including Rae and Dana's being ordered into the fight.

The timing of this attack was immaculate. Even if the army won the battle offshore right now, they still wouldn't be able to make it back to the port for well over an hour, giving the undead fleet more than enough time to battle the defenders who had been left behind.

Magic crackled and clashed all over the battlefield, with Demonic spell casters and undead competing for superiority. Few spells were completely forming at this point, only those by the strongest Monarchs and Overlords could force their way through before being collapsed by contact with a hostile spell effect.

That too was part of the undead fleet's battle strategy. If the target was not a group of physically powerful Demons and Monsters, but humans or another species, they would be largely defenceless without the ability to activate ranged attacks. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

The Undead were beginning to push a breach on his right, at the southern dock of their section. So, Karl shifted to push into the surging mass of bodies with the Blade of Champions in his hands, and his Darklight Host tabard glowing around the edges with golden light.

Tessa and Thor were right behind him, as was the Epic Guard, while Rae had gone to the north edge by the river to hunt, and the others were holding position by the barbecue pit with Dana overhead among the flying Demons with ranged magic.

Karl's blade flashed with fire as it cleanly hacked through the armour and bodies of the undead, and then the souls were grabbed by the Haint Claw and forcibly ripped from their eternal prisons.

From one of the rear boats, a massive roar of rage sounded, and a Demonic bellow replied from the Castle, as the City's Governor took action, along with the Lord of Drodh.

Hopefully, they could all fly. Because the city wouldn't fare well in a battle between the two groups' leaders.