Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 438 Ghost Eater

Perum Fortress.

Count Randolph Makar stood solemnly on the city wall tower, sword in hand, looking deeply towards the northeast of the fortress.

His body was wrapped in a layer of pale light armor with scarlet lines wrapped around the surface. The entire body fit tightly to the body like an insect's exoskeleton. Although it was difficult to distinguish the material at a glance, one could easily sense the evil spirit contained in the armor.

This was Count Makar's favorite set of armor, but it was the first time he dared to wear it in public.

Under the visor engraved with a red ghost mask pattern is a pale and dry face of a middle-aged man. Compared with those heroes who are strong and vigorous, Count Makar looks really weak, but anyone who knows him and the Makar family well will not doubt the terrible power hidden in this body.

Ghost Eater - this is the name passed down from generation to generation in the Makar family.

Its origin even predates the birth of the Golden Dynasty. Long before the former King Gefulei rose from the wilderness and when Kalia and the Storm Dynasty were still the protagonists of human forces in the border area, the Makar family was already a powerful and prominent family. It is said that they have passed down the secret method of killing evildoers from generation to generation, and can devour the blood of the killed targets for their own use.

If this alone were not surprising, similar methods would have been common throughout the long history of the border area, whether they were rumors or real events.

What is truly terrifying is that despite possessing such nearly evil abilities and a reputation, the Makar family was able to remain unscathed in the chaotic times of the late Resurgence Era, and despite being subjected to external winds and rains, they always maintained their reputation for justice.

This is very intriguing. Who can guarantee that the "ghost" they are talking about will always be the ghost recognized by the world, and that the "ghost eater" holding a butcher knife will always be able to stand on the side of judgment?
But during these three hundred years, the Makar family did it.

It is rumored that they once helped the Storm Dynasty to wipe out the bloodthirsty bandits who plundered the coast, helped Kalia hunt down the evil wizards who sacrificed living people, and even confronted the Queen of Death and her followers head-on when they were wreaking havoc on the world. Some versions of the story claim that the decline of the Makar family over the past three generations was due to a bloody battle with the Apostles of the Divine Skin seventy years ago.

As the protagonist of all the rumors, the Makar family has never admitted or denied them, but has maintained its reputation as a ghost eater, and in every era, they choose to support those they think are worthy of help.

At this time, they undoubtedly chose the Golden Dynasty.

The previous head of the Makar family refused the opportunity to be promoted to the title of nobility, and was only willing to remain at the level of earl in the aristocratic system so that he could face the battlefield at any time, in order to prove his worth in the war of unification.

Now they have done it. At this moment when the Ancient Dragon Temple is fleeing southwards and the eyes of most of the border areas are focused here, the current Count Makar and the Perum Fortress that he has managed for many years have once again become the focus of everyone's attention. It is also the last barrier to block the "heretics".

The Demon Eaters are still on the right side, and the ancient dragon faith, which once made a covenant with the Golden Tree and preached freely on the land of Yatan, has now been openly declared a heresy.

In other words, the Ancient Dragon Temple and the members of the Ahara caravan under their protection are the "ghosts" that Count Makar wants to devour this time.

"Head of the family--" A young attendant climbed up to the top of the city wall and came to the earl. Unlike other nobles who were addressed by their titles, the Makar family still retained the ancient title for the patriarch.

"The Ghost Blood Knights are all ready to go. The reply from Earl Marley of the Northern Sunshade City has also arrived. Although His Majesty did not recruit them this time, Earl Marley expressed his willingness to use only his private army to cooperate with us throughout the battle and jointly intercept the Ancient Dragon Temple from moving south."

"Oh, that sickly fellow," Count Makar sneered, "he thinks that as long as he holds that executioner sword, he is no different from his father. He doesn't even realize what kind of occasion this is. Just relying on those useless people in Sunshade City who can't even lift a knife, do they think they deserve a share of the spoils?" "The Marley family has been rising for less than 30 years, so naturally they are not as well-established as ours," the attendant bowed his head and responded humbly, "Your weapons are all ready. I wish the head of the family a successful start and that he can use the corpse of Folsanks to reach the peak that our ancestors have never reached."

Count Makar waved his hands proudly, coughed twice in excitement, and said: "I am not traveling north for personal achievements, but to bring you all to embrace glory. Do you remember our secret ancestral motto, 'Anyone who bathes in dragon blood'——"

He suddenly stopped talking because the attendant, who had been so respectful and proper, suddenly began to tremble violently, his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and he looked behind him with fear in his eyes.

Makar froze for a moment, then suddenly drew his sword and slashed it horizontally behind him. The sword was so fast that it created a terrifying sonic boom in the air!

boom--

The violent shock wave surged wildly, and the majestic city wall towers were like sand castles destroyed by a storm, turning into countless bricks and rubble that flew everywhere. The attendants who had been standing on the top of the city wall were blown into pieces and turned into a bloody mist!
Makar's neck was like an axle without oil, turning behind him inch by inch with difficulty.

In his peripheral vision, a silver longsword that was only half an inch out of its sheath easily blocked the giant sword that he was slashing down with anger. The gorgeous patterns on the longsword flowed like flames, and a scorching breath filled the surrounding space, which made his heart feel cold.

A long history is sometimes not only a help, but also a cruel curse.

Just at this moment, the giant sword was shaking constantly. Count Makar, who had a very deep family heritage, recognized the sword and the man holding the sword at the first time.

"'Twin Moon' Lailana, you actually came back from there. Rumor has it that you, ah——"

Makar suddenly let out a scream. The flaming sword that was half an inch out of its sheath seemed to cut through time and space. It was not until the giant sword flew into the sky and his vision was filled with blood that the severe pain slowly surged into his mind.

In a flash, the sword had cut off his arm!

boom!
Laelana's body spun, and her star-blue cape fluttered like a blooming ephemeral flower. Her long legs wrapped in moon-silver armor kicked Makar away and smashed through the castle opposite like a meteor!
"All you keep talking about are rumors. Do I have to chop off a few snake heads and bring them back to shut up your stinky mouths of spreading rumors?"

She brandished her sword, and under her lapis lazuli-adorned visor, her starry eyes looked at the huge figure flickering in the dust. She tilted her head slightly and said with interest, "Hey, hey, hey, you caught such a big fish with just one net? I'll chop off the heads of your entire family. Will that kid have to add an extra zero to the engagement gift for my Lani?"

The dust gradually cleared, and Randolph Makar's figure reappeared in the field of vision.

But this time, the pale armor expanded to five meters away along with his body. Scarlet lines crawled all over his body like blood vessels. The arm that had just been severed had grown back, and large patches of pale dragon scales and jagged bone spurs protruded from the surface of his exposed skin.

"Roar--"

Makar roared towards the sky, making a roar that sounded like it came from a dragon or a human.

(End of this chapter)