First Light of a New Age

Chapter 124: A Wrathful Sister

A Men of Stone was seen moving through the streets of the destroyed city. The flames covered all while the bodies of elven guards were scattered around. Only six hours after the invasion of Aqurius had begun and only one hour ago one of the most important cities of the Third Civilization had fallen under the force of the Austronesian. With this, it was the 30th city that fell under the dominion of mankind.

One of those human warriors looked around, searching for some survivor. His lethal magic rifle was aimed at the rubble of a building destroyed long ago.

Belina could barely avoid shivering when she felt the soldier's approach the place where she was hidden. Her staff was broken, she was holding what was left of it. Being an arcanist she could still use magic without needing it. But, nevertheless, she clung to the remains of the charred wood, which had been a gift from her comrades. Now dead trying to buy her time, thinking that she, being able to use fourth level magic, could do something to defeat the enemy.

That's right, her comrades from her team of adventurers, killed by the very same weapons that these humans carried.

Her breath only calmed when the human soldier retired in search of some other place to find enemy forces. The footsteps were lost in the streets, but she did not dare leave her hiding place until that beast that spits fire went away.

Once she made sure no one was left, she left. Her body bemoaned the wounds that splinters of bone and metal fire had caused.

She remembered how Meller, their leader, had been killed by a sword that had tiny bladed teeths that could split entire bodies with ease. His body was split in two by the destructive weapon. Another of her companions was burned alive by one of the flamethrowers. She dried her tears at the thought of them, there was no time to lament for now, she must find a way to escape from here.

Worse of all, she saw how these humans captured some of her surviving members. She had seen how several were burned alive or being shot. She turned to see the entire streets, feeling her heart shrink and lament when she saw hundreds of bodies lying lifelessly on the floor. It was an apocalyptic and terrible sight, she felt nauseous, only trembling every time remembered the carnage.

Not in Aquarius, but in another city nearby where she escaped from the same people, and communication of her close friends in there.

They said that the kingdom responded to the invasion by deploying all the armies in key cities and preparing their special units to carry out direct attacks against the enemy using the flank once they were too busy trying to take the cities.

But they never understood that this strategy was useless from the beginning.

It was like fighting a hurricane, there was no way to stop one, the only option was to hide and wait until the storm passed.

The kingdom was against the armies who approached the nearest city to the border and which had been reinforced with half a thousand elven soldiers.

But neither had been enough.

Under the artillery fire those defenders had been pulverized immediately. The missiles were erasing them from the battlefield, in formations so compact that they were basically delivered on a silver platter to the enemy's artillery. By the time reinforcements had arrived, the flag of the Austronesian Empire was on the city.

This was how city after city fell into the hands of the Austronesian empire. It was in the fourth city where three of their best magic user units had met to try to stop the inexorable invaders, only to be exterminated by strange humans with metal skin.

She had seen first-hand the power of only one of those warriors. Several times they had tried to damage their armor, but it did not suffer any damage, just a few scratches and minor blows. Her hands, able to bend steel with ease and speed that went beyond even a Level 10.