Share
Chapter 64
"I am overwhelmed by the courage of Michael. 50 is to 1000," Marcus sai
"He is such a baby," Joram of Silver Island commented. Though he knew that it was not war already, he preferred to ramain silent and just followed the old man
"Outnumbered." Marcus smiled from above his seat knowing that victory favored him
His seat in the high place was made of white marble and it was a seat designed like a shell as if the one seating there was the precious pearl everyone dreamed to take possession of
The seat was at the top of a 35 feet hill of white and granite stone with stairs encircling the place. It looked like an a cone with many layers of ice cream been scooped in it with the strawberry designed at the peak. The strawberry was the Captain's sea
On his throne, Marcus could see the whole place of Riverside. His palace, at what he thought was, stood in the middle of the ri
Related chapters
The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 65
"We have a chance to take Boldon"How was their preparation"The wall is as silent as ever. But the gates are close except for the east wall, the guards are very busyThe young man was still holding the scratch that was made the night of their oppression to the Riverside. It didn't really hurt. He was just felt being so foolish why he pretended to take the covenant his fathers and all the hunters took for nothing. The hunters are children of the Mother Mountains and they are brothers and sisters alike and no covenant can bind them because they are already binded by nature.They are free men"But its all part of the plan. Just the start of it." Michael said the night when he was tasked to lead the 50 hunters to give the appetizers of the war. The old man knew too well how hesitant he was in it. "Covenant like that has no power in our bloods. You can betray them then," he assured Rody
The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 66
The night was deep. At ordinary days, at these hours, the farmers were at their rests already having a good sleep. Others might be at ang happy parlours to enjoy the night. But the night was different. It brought neither happiness nor peace to her earsRumbles of heavy gears and armaments roared at the other side of the wall. Her men were shivering not by cold but by fear. Farmers were ordinary folks who preferred simple lifeBut this night was differenFrom a distance, she could see Lloyd standing and commanding orders of defense. Sooner or later, the gate would be broken and the whole Boldon would stand against themA young came to her. Trembling, he said to her, "156 farmers had deserted. We could not make it." With haste, he stood back at his grounds where Lloyd had station him together with the men who had the garrote for arms at the gates opening. When the gates would collapse, they were the fi
The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 67
"This is an entrance"Yes. Josh told me just to follow the pearl. There's no other pearl here"Maybe what if there's a misunderstanding," Elena said"Maybe none. Josh gave me something before we left." Raymond took the leather book which was almost torn by age. "Nothing's wrongProceeding, Elena took the lead"The air is dense here. It feels . . . What do you feel?" Elena asked"Well. Nothing's more okay when I'm with you," he responded which Elena reacted with a smile, "What do you feel"It's uncanny. It feels we are . . .," Elena did not finished her words no longer. When they entered the tiny cave opening, she knew they were in a different world. Her expressions to what she saw were enough for Raymond to understand i"Stones," Raymond uttered"No. It's gems," Elena opposed him
The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 68
Outside the wall, there was a rabble. Inside the wall, there were shrieking and sxreaming Karlo couldn't distinguish to whom belongedFrom where he was standing, the war was audiblOnly few men had remained. Several had been slain by living skeletons just escaped the doomed world of a casket. Several had cowardly deserted the battleground leaving their fellows for their deared life. Most of the men were injured. Only few were capable of fighting more. But their number couldn't guarantee their success over this war. Which war then? Karlo thought. They were torn between forces they hadn't control of that even without the progressing war outside the wall, in the highlands, they couldn't win alread"Brave are we who remains fighting. We don't need anyone to sing our bravery over the nation's. Knowing it ourselves that it is true, that we are brave in these times of turmoils, is enough pride for us to wear as crowns over our
The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 69
"No. Please, don't kill me," the wild bear plead When she was 12, she went with Albert hunting in the woods. She couldn't forget how easy she made the wild pig down. Through the knife straight to its forehead. Be just still. Don't make so much sounds to alert what you hunted. Now, she was standing near the viscous bear with her size multiplied three times She could not kill it by just throwing a knife hitting the forehead. She didn't have a good shot. So, she climbed a tree and waited the bear turned back and she will jump and struck down her blade to its throat where the tubes where the life of breath flowed. It would kill it instantl When they went inside the jungle, it's a good thing that Albert had told her what were the possibilities that they would encounter. First, she didn't believe it exactly. Second, she was horrified upon knowing it was true and a lot of worse that could kill them exactly.
The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 70
A great fire was burning. Dead bodies were burned rather than burie"There wasn't enough space in the cemetery," Jun Bale of the Bronze Island reasone"You must consult us first before you burned them," with fury, Marcus drunkenly punched the young ally in the face. Michael who had just arrived from counting his poll of death stopped him for his another blo"You are insulting the gods," Marcus added as Michael held hiThe highlands practiced burial rights with sacred reverence. In account of the ancient kingdoms, Death is one of the gods and that when a living died, it belonged already to the king. Everything that the ancient gods owned must be reverted as man revered life. Burning was a sacrilege a manifestation that a thing wasn't desired and cremation was seemed a judgement of punishing the dead already. Its as ifa judgment was already proclaimed not by the death king who judged but
The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 71
She looked back on the wooden stairs which spiralled the Great Tree of the Sky Kingdom. This tree stood thousands of years, towering around a thousand miles from the ground. Everything looked like ants down from there and the wind whooshed and howled like a giant storm was coming."You know Rudolf's portals?" Ray, the Siren, asked behind her.Elena did not turned to face him. She knew what he would say and she did not care about it. The Sirens made their way with the gods and there was no point of befriending them if their loyalty could not be trusted"Yes," Elena replied. "Rudolf is a powerful Magician."You should know that he does not make portals before," Mark announced, not moving from where he was standing. "I am a Siren and the making of gates and portals should only be known to Sirens."And yet, Rudolf knows. Is that his mistake that you taught him how to muster the gift?Of course, Elena knew that the late King of the Sky King
The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 72
Heavy clouds blanketed the skies. Strong winds shook ancient trees and there was an eerie movement in the vast forest he was inThunder rolled up the heavens but there wasn't rain as if the rain was afraid of the thunderIt was already daylight when he met Karlo. Such a young man for his status. But, Lloyd, he thought to himself, was much younger than the East Wall general. It was full daylight now but the day casted a gloomy feeling as if the weather knew well the situation he was iHis call to find Elena was very important. Except what loyalty he proclaimed to Sheena, the young lady inside the forest was his friend. His friendship to her was more important to anything he had in mine of deeming in this kind of waHowever, he needed rest. There was so much enough things happened to him for one day and he was deprived of sleep for almost a week since Josh died. Another, things went so much faster to t
Latest chapter
- The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 81
- The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 80
- The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 79
- The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 78
- The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 77
- The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 76
- The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 75
- The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 74
- The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 73
