City of Fallen Souls: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 3) Jez Cajiao (best color ebook reader txt) 📖

anything else. I said. I had to stop myself from adding that we’d deal with that prick Nimon later, anyway. Now wasn’t the time.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, before slowly moving back into his customary position of flanking Lydia.

“I’m just glad you’re all alive,” I said grinning as I started walking again. “Anyone know where Romanus or Mal are?” I asked, hoping I’d gotten the Legion Prefect’s name right.

“They’re in the Battleship,” Augustus replied, gesturing towards a set of doors on the side with a ramp leading up to them.

“Oh joy. Let’s go meet up, then, see where we’re up to,” I said, and we started off walking, We’d cleared maybe a dozen meters before I felt a sudden pain in my head, and I fell to the floor, my right hand coming up instinctually, even as my left practically clobbered me with my own naginata.

I blinked, pain rendering my vision blurry as screams rose around us.

I looked at the stump of my right hand muzzily and saw the blood that coated it, even as I heard a Lightning bolt, then another, and the ‘whoosh’ of ‘Magic Missiles’ blasting through the air nearby.

“It’s all right, Jax.” I heard Augustus’ voice, and felt something being forced into my mouth. “Just swallow…” he said, and my brain finally kicked in, verifying that it was a glass vial he held to my mouth, and not his dick.

Once I was sure of that, I knocked it back and immediately felt the world growing dark as I fell forward. Lydia caught me as Augustus held his shield overhead.

“Get him inside!” I heard someone calling as screams rose in the distance and the world vanished.

Epilogue

“Advance!” screamed Sergeant Belladonna, and Thomas sprinted forward. He and his brothers and sisters closed the distance quickly to the wall, even as arrows and crossbow bolts flew at them. The Legion had taken control of the Airfield and were firing everything they had to keep them back as Airship after Airship took off, moving to join the huge Battleship as it powered out to sea.

Arrows slammed into his shield, and he grunted in pain at the impact. Splinters of wood flew everywhere and one passed close enough to his eye that he actually saw it before it fell behind him.

Thomas looked to the side, delighted at finding his friend, Coran. Grinning at each other, they both focused ahead again. His breath rasped in his helmet as he pounded away. Coran and he were barely keeping up with Belladonna and Turk, the Sergeant’s right-hand orc, man… whatever.

“They’re falling back!” someone shouted. Turk bellowed in fury as an arrow hammered into his shoulder, and he activated a ‘Taunt’ ability. A few of the Legion fighters on the wall had been dropping back, when they were caught in its effect and returned to the wall to fire again. Flight after flight of arrows from the church archers behind Thomas thundered through the air towards them in response to their defensive volleys.

“I’ll kill more than you do!” Coran shouted to Thomas gleefully, and Thomas shook his head.

“No chance, you old fucker!” he called back, as Belladonna shouted again.

“Thomas! ‘Missile’ that asshole!” she screamed, pointing as she opened up the distance from the rest of the squad, her long legs blurring.

“Aye!” he shouted in confirmation. His fingers, wrapped around the hilt of his mace and gripping the handle on the back of his shield, began weaving the required patterns almost of their own accord; he’d cast the spell so many times now over the years. The words dropped from his lips as he felt the strain on his damaged mana-channels.

Whatever he’d done to them, they still weren’t healed, but as the wave of ‘Magic Missiles’ erupted into being, whooshing off into the air and slamming down into one of the two Legionnaires on the wall in full view of his Sergeant. He grinned at the feeling. His magic was still there; it might be weaker than it had ever been, but he still had it, and that was all that mattered.

The Legionnaire shouted in pain as the missiles hammered into him, a pair of holes opening in his upper left arm. First, the overlapping Scalemail armor shattered, then the bolts reached flesh and bone underneath. The third missile slammed into his shield and was stopped, but he’d achieved what Belladonna wanted. He’d stopped their retreat, and he’d even injured one of them!

Belladonna ran at the fifteen-foot wall, hitting the recessed section where the tower and the wall met. She leapt, kicking off one side with one foot, then the other on the opposite side, before backflipping up to land on the wall, gesturing for them to leap forward to attack the pair of retreating Legionnaires.

Thomas grinned as a memory of Jackie Chan came to mind, and he decided on the spur of the moment that the next points he got were going into Agility. He was gonna be able to do that if it killed him. His Sergeant had vanished from sight, but the men and women of her squad continued to rush to the wall as quickly as they could.

Turk was the first to make it, and he planted his arms and legs firmly, bracing against the wall as Coran made it to him, clambering up onto his shoulders to stand firm in the same way. Thomas was next, making them both grunt as he clambered up them. His heavily armed and armored weight made them swear, but in seconds, he jumped from Coran’s shoulders, making it over the wall and pulling a rope from his new storage belt.

“Can’t be an adventurer without rope…” he grunted to himself as he looped it around his back and braced his legs against the wall, flipping the ends over the side.

He felt people take up the rope, one on either side, and start climbing. It was harder this way, and once one let go, it became a nightmare to hold on, but if you could