Apocalypse Knights 3: A LitRPG Fantasy by DB King

Author:DB King [King, DB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-06-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Flora was waiting for Max in the command tent when he returned.

“Max,” she said, getting up from her chair. The Defender wore a grim expression on her face. “I have some bad news.”

“What is it?” Max asked.

“Well, objectively speaking, it isn’t bad for the Apocalypse Knights. It could even be good news, in fact.” Flora sighed and shuffled her feet nervously. “But I know you aren’t going to like it.”

“Just tell me what it is, Flora,” Max said, pulling up a chair and gesturing for her to sit back down.

“Prince Irvin Vaustika is here. He wants to help the Apocalypse Knights,” Flora said. “But he wants to speak to you first.”

“Damn it.” Max sighed and leaned back in his chair, feeling fatigue weigh heavily in every fiber of his being. Corvis had gone back to his family the moment they emerged from the Hisktown Warp Dais, while Sava had gone back to their tent to rest and wash up ahead of Max. The last thing Max wanted to do right now was bandy words with the man who’d betrayed him and hung him out to dry. He took a deep breath to calm himself before speaking again.

“Alright, Flora. Be straight with me here,” he said. “How bad will it be if I tell Vaustika to eat shit?”

“If he does not offer his direct support to the Apocalypse Knights, my family will take away the command table,” Flora said. “We can also expect fewer storefronts in base camp, which will affect our resupplying and purchasing capabilities. That’s what we stand to lose.”

“What do we stand to gain?” Max asked.

“Remember those Hunnite soldiers who were also Knights-Errant? Vaustika has brought along their Valerisen equivalent,” Flora said. “He’s been gathering and cultivating a military corps of Knights-Errant loyal only to him for several years now, apparently, and he’s pledging their might to our cause. Two hundred new recruits for the Apocalypse Knights. They’re all around Level 2 though, with a few Level 3 individuals mixed in.”

“How kind of him. Two hundred Apocalypse Knights who answer to him keeping the rest of us in line,” Max said sarcastically, before shaking his head. “Sorry, Flora. You weren’t done yet. I interrupted you. Please, go on.”

“He’s also brought along another five hundred seventeen year-old volunteers whose birthdays will all fall within this week,” Flora said, wringing her hands. “I know, Max. I know. Children have no place here, but...”

“We might get some Knights-Errant out of that lot with new Classifications,” Max said, rubbing his jaw. “That’s some good thinking. I hate Vaustika’s guts, you know that, but he’s definitely no idiot. Fine. I’ll go talk to him. Where is he?”

“Right here, Max.” A tall, slender man stepped into the tent. He was clad in fluted plate armor of ornate design as befitting his status of an Oligarchic Prince upon the battlefield. A short cape of red velvet hung from his gold-trimmed pauldrons, and a jeweled saber sat upon his hip. His features were aquiline, sporting a well-groomed mustache and goatee.

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