The Duke's Passion

Chapter 882  This was a dilemma, for sure.

Meanwhile…

Heliot's lips curved down, displeased at the situation he was in. Because of Claude, Heliot couldn't hurt the monsters attacking him from all directions. The only way he could survive through all this was by unleashing power, and this didn't sit well with him.

Fighting with the intention of killing was easier. After all, Heliot's ability was destructive enough to wipe out an entire town in one swoop. However, the situation right now didn't require bloodshed. Controlling his power took a lot of energy. Hence, Heliot was growing irritated with every passing second. As Heliot was creating little dust devils to control the undead coming at them, a light suddenly appeared above one of the whirlwinds. Heliot narrowed his eyes, almost shutting them as the light turned blinding until it exploded upon landing in the whirlwind. Everyone on the ground halted from fighting and defending as the light immobilized them for a moment. Even the undead were affected. 'That light…' Heliot peeked through one of his eyes, only to catch another small light appearing above another whirlwind. Just like a moment ago, that small light turned bigger and then exploded. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As far as Heliot could remember, Claude didn't detail everything. The young Lord simply told Heliot what he needed to do, and that was to rescue as many survivors as possible, all the while using the back of their swords. Since Heliot was the person creating the dust devils, he could feel that the undead trapped in them that were struck by the light were unconscious. Thus, after the first wave of light, he let go of the dust devil. The undead didn't move even when they landed.

The lights appeared one after another, immobilizing those on the ground, as they had no other choice but to stop. When the last light struck the last whirlwind, Heliot looked around.

'I have my guess…' he thought, thinking he was familiar with this light's aura. When Heliot caught a figure standing on top of a tower from a distance, he confirmed his guess.

Rufus.

"I see," Heliot murmured, rocking his head in understanding. "So that is their plan."

As far as Heliot could remember, Claude didn't detail everything. The young Lord simply told Heliot what he needed to do, and that was to rescue as many survivors as possible, all the while using the back of their swords. Heliot already found a few citizens, taking shelter anywhere, even if it was unsafe. They had already ransacked three towns, and they already saved around thirty people. Rescuing these people wasn't his problem, but it was hard to continue the more their group grow bigger. They had to protect them whilst fighting the undead. Leaving the survivors in a shelter wasn't also an option. Everything in this land was falling apart. The survivors might survive the undead, but they wouldn't survive the debris.

It was a dilemma. Heliot narrowed his eyes, watching Rufus leap from roof to roof like a bolt of lightning. The latter then stopped on top of another establishment, swinging his sword up until a small light orb appeared on the tip of his sword. 'Ahh… so that was the lights I kept seeing,' he figured, shutting his eyes to save them from the large-scale purification. It took an entire minute before Heliot opened his eyes. He looked around, pleased at Rufus's help. All the undead in the vicinity were now on the ground, unconscious. "What…" the knights, who had recovered from the series of lights beaming at them, looked around, confused. Just moments ago, advancing had been a challenge, as they had to protect the survivors and fight the aggressive influx of undead. If not for Heliot, the soldiers were certain they wouldn't be able to advance this fast with the strategy they were all following.

Deep lines appeared between their brows, looking at each other with genuine wonder in their eyes. Even the survivors were terrified and confused. Although the light didn't hurt them, they were just too terrified to be optimistic. Their confusion didn't last long when Rufus landed several steps from Heliot. The soldiers instinctively raised their weapons, gazing at Rufus warily. Was this man a foe? Or a friend?

With all that had happened tonight, trusting someone so blindly would be a mistake. It could cost them their lives. "He's not an enemy." Heliot raised a hand while keeping his gaze on Rufus. The soldiers stared at Heliot a little longer before warily lowering their weapons. However, they didn't dare lower their guards. "I will not speak in a roundabout manner," said Heliot monotonously. "I need help."

Heliot glanced over his shoulder at where the survivors were. "Take them with you."

Rufus glanced at the group behind Heliot, sighing discreetly. He didn't need to ask for details about who these people were. It was obvious. The fear, confusion, and trauma in their eyes were far too clear to wonder. "I'm afraid you have to keep them with you," said Rufus, setting his eyes back to Heliot. "As you can see, I am purifying all districts I can. By the looks of it, the Divine Order had also arrived and was already helping out."

"Are you telling me to keep all of them safe whilst fighting without shedding blood?"

Rufus's lips were drawn into a thin line. "That is impossible." Even though Rufus didn't answer, his silence was already an answer for Heliot. "I have already followed through with your plans. However, I can't keep putting my men's lives at risk. If they must, they will wield their swords and end those who stand in our way."

"Take these people with you and find them proper shelter if you want me to stick to the plan. Otherwise, I'd have no choice but to retaliate," Heliot added solemnly. "What would it be, Sir Knight?"

Rufus kept his gaze on Heliot, pondering about it. He knew Heliot and what sort of man he was. They were once in-laws, after all. Thus, Rufus was certain Heliot was dead serious. The problem was, if Rufus agreed to take the survivors while Heliot look for more, Rufus had to put off his task.

This was a dilemma, for sure.

"Rufus!!!" While Rufus pondered on how to compromise, they heard a faint voice. "Brother!!"

Deep lines appeared between everyone's brows, turning their head to see who was shouting so loud. After a few seconds, all they saw was a young boy dashing in their direction. "Law?" Rufus furrowed his brows. "How did he get in here? Wasn't he with Lilou?"