The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 487

Melvin stepped out from behind the serpent and raised his voice,looking at incoming soldiers. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Everyone, pick up the guns from the rubble!" he ordered. "We need them to fight ahead."

The soldiers hesitated for only a moment before rushing forward.

"Soldiers," Melvin continued, his tone firm, "those who have trained with guns or know even a bit about them, quickly advise the others."

The battlefield shifted quickly.

Men began scrambling through broken walls and collapsed buildings. They dug through debris, pulling out rifles, pistols, and scattered ammunition. Hands trembled as they picked up unfamiliar weapons still warm from recent use.

Some soldiers stared at the guns with confusion.

"What the hell is this thing?" one muttered.

Another cursed loudly. "Damn it! I’m pressing the trigger, but it isn’t shooting!"

"It might be empty," someone replied quickly. "Or the safety feature is on. Check it!"

A few soldiers who had seen firearms before stepped in.

"No, like this," one said, slapping the side of a rifle and pulling back a lever. "You need to load it properly."

Gunshots echoed as a few test shots were fired into the air.

BANG! BANG!

Some flinched at the recoil, nearly dropping the weapons.

"Fuck!" a soldier shouted. "This thing kicks like a mule!"

Another laughed nervously. "Better get used to it!"

Others struggled, fumbling with magazines and bullets, cursing as their fingers shook.

"Why won’t it fit?" someone yelled.

"You’re holding it backward, idiot!" another snapped.

Despite the confusion, they learned quickly.

Their hands steadied and the movements became sharper.

"Hurry!" Melvin shouted again. "We don’t have enough time!"

The serpent continued its assault, blasting apart more buildings to clear the path. With each explosion, enemy gunfire weakened. Hiding spots vanished, and the defenders were forced into the open.

Gare led the charge, shouting commands and pointing directions.

"Left flank, move now!"

"Shields up!"

"Cover them while they reload!"

The troops advanced step by step, firing their newly acquired weapons while others provided cover. It was messy and far from perfect, but it worked.

Gunfire echoed in bursts, mixing with sword clashes and magic explosions.

......

The troops hurried forward toward the inner area.

The moment they crossed the broken streets and narrowed alleys, gunfire erupted again. Nightstar soldiers hidden behind inner walls, shattered windows, and half-collapsed towers opened fire without mercy.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bullets tore through the air, smashing stone and ripping into flesh. Sparks flew as shots struck armor and shields. Some soldiers fell instantly, bodies jerking before collapsing onto the blood-soaked ground.

Kael’s side did not retreat.

"Fire back!"

"Cover the left!"

"Push them out!"

Shouts overlapped as soldiers raised their guns and returned fire. Smoke thickened, mixing with dust and the stench of blood. Muzzle flashes lit the streets again and again, brief bursts of light cutting through the growing darkness.

"Fuck, reload!"

"I’m out, cover me!"

A wounded man screamed as he was dragged behind a broken pillar. Another cursed loudly when his gun jammed, smashing it against the wall before forcing it back into action.

Steel boots splashed through puddles of blood. Bodies lay twisted along the streets, some still moving, some completely still. The noise never stopped. Gunshots, screams, explosions, and the dull thud of bodies hitting the ground blended into one endless roar.

It felt less like a battle and more like a slaughterhouse.

The inner city echoed with panic.

Nightstar soldiers shouted orders, trying to hold their positions.

"Hold the line!"

"Don’t let them advance!"

"Kill them all!"

Fear crept into their voices as Kael’s troops kept pushing forward despite the losses. Every step was paid for in blood, but they did not stop.

Evening slowly began to settle.

The sky darkened from gray to deep orange, then to purple. Shadows stretched across ruined streets, and fires burned brighter as the light faded. The city of Creole looked like a dying beast, its insides exposed and burning.

.........

High above, Ariana glanced back from a broken rooftop and saw the troops still advancing.

"The two sides are moving quite well," she said softly, her voice calm despite the chaos below.

Kael wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand and looked ahead.

"This gun fighting really feels out of taste," he said coldly.

Ariana nodded. "It’s messy. And cruel."

Before either of them could say more, a figure landed behind them with a soft thud.

They turned sharply.

The man raised his head and looked toward the sky, where the moon was slowly rising between dark clouds.

"The moon is already coming out," he said grimly. "The ritual might have already started."

His words sent a chill through the air.

The chanting from deeper within the city grew louder. It was low and rhythmic, vibrating through stone and bone. The sound crawled into the ears and refused to leave, making hearts beat faster and breaths grow shallow.

Time was running out.

"We can’t wait anymore," Kael said, his voice firm. "The Duke is stopped outside. We need to sneak in and destroy the ritual. But we also need someone to oversee this battle."

Melvin, standing nearby with dust and blood on his armor, thought for a moment. His eyes moved over the battlefield, then back to Kael.

"I will see through it," he said.

Kael nodded. "Good."

He then turned to Ariana.

"Then we two will sneak in," Kael said.

Ariana met his gaze and nodded without hesitation. "I am ready."

Kael tightened his grip on his sword. His expression hardened, all warmth gone from his eyes.

"Let’s finish this."

Melvin stepped forward and raised his voice, cutting through the noise of battle.

"Go," he said firmly. "I will also try to march inside and provide support as much as possible."

Ariana stepped beside Kael. Light began to gather faintly around her blade, soft yet steady, pushing back the shadows around her.

Below them, the battle continued to rage. Soldiers screamed orders and curses. Guns roared. Blood flowed freely.

Without another word, Kael and Ariana leapt forward.

They vanished into the smoke and darkness, moving fast across rooftops and broken structures, racing toward the heart of Creole.

Behind them, the sound of banging erupted.

Ahead of them, the chanting grew louder.

And above them, the full moon slowly rose, watching silently as the final stage of the battle began.