All Chapters of Blade of the Fallen Kingdom : Chapter 171
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Chapter 171 – Fire Against the Abyss
The ridge burned.Blue fire rolled like a living tide, spilling over corpses and stone, scorching the armor from Riders who screamed as they fell. Shadows shrieked in defiance, twisting into grotesque forms, only to be devoured in the blaze.At the heart of it stood Isolde, no longer flesh but flame. Her body cracked with every step, fissures glowing brighter, as if she were little more than a vessel that could no longer contain what had been forged inside her.Nira’s chest ached watching her. Every instinct screamed to pull her back, to stop her from unraveling but this was Isolde’s choice, her war. And gods, it was beautiful.The Shadow Rider advanced undeterred, his beast bellowing as it smashed through burning bodies. Shadows poured from his hands, weaving into spears, whips, serpents of pure night that hissed against the fire.And yet, none of it could breach Isolde’s wall. Not yet.“Hold!” Nira roared, voice raw from smoke. “Don’t let them through!”The survivors obeyed, bracing
Chapter 172 – The Fractured Dawn
The first light of dawn bled across the horizon like a wound. Red streaks cut through the gray sky, casting the battlefield below in an eerie glow that looked too much like spilled blood. Smoke still curled from the wreckage of the Riders’ outer watchfires, smudging the air with the scent of charred wood and flesh. Every survivor on Nira’s side felt the heaviness of that air the warning of a day that would not end without cost.Nira stood apart from the others, her boots planted on scorched earth that crunched with blackened ash. The ridge gave her a vantage point, but it also forced her to watch everything. The valley stretched wide below, where the Riders’ forces gathered in disciplined lines, armor flashing like scales of some great beast. She felt the weight of their numbers pressing even from this distance, and yet, her hand rested steady on the curved blade at her hip.Behind her, footsteps broke the silence. It was Kael, his limp more pronounced after the last skirmish. His arm
Chapter 173 – The Shadow Rider’s Gambit
The valley was not a battlefield anymore it was a crucible. The air itself felt molten, heavy with ash, fear, and the heat of Isolde’s blue flame still licking across the charred slope. Every sound carried too far: the clash of steel, the ragged breath of dying men, the guttural cries of Riders as they pressed their endless ranks forward.And yet, for a heartbeat, there was silence. Not peace never peace but the kind of breathless pause when the world itself waits to see which force will break first.Nira felt it in her bones. Her blade dripped black blood, her cloak hung in tatters, but her eyes never wavered from the figure across the valley. The Shadow Rider. Cloaked in a darkness thicker than night, astride a beast that looked half-smoke, half-nightmare. His presence bent the battlefield, every horned helm turning toward him in reverence, every Rider moving with the confidence of soldiers who knew their master was watching.He raised his hand, and the smoke of a hundred burning co
Chapter 174 – The Shadow’s Grasp
The battlefield was no longer a field.It was a wound in the earth smoldering, bleeding, and howling beneath the clash of steel and the cries of the dying. The valley quaked beneath the thunder of hooves, Riders storming in waves that seemed endless. Above it all, the sky churned with fire and smoke, a roiling canopy that turned day into a bruised twilight.Nira’s cloak tore as she ducked beneath a Rider’s axe. Her blade snapped upward, a silver arc that slit the man’s throat before he could swing again. She didn’t pause. She couldn’t. Blood sprayed across her arm, hot and slick, but her eyes never left the center of the storm the figure still waiting beyond the tide.The Shadow Rider.Cloaked in black that seemed woven from night itself, he sat astride a beast with eyes like burning coals. His helm was faceless, his presence heavier than the clash of ten thousand soldiers. He had not yet drawn his sword, and still the earth trembled, as if the battlefield bent to his will.Roran char
Chapter 175 – Into the Maw of Darkness
The world had teeth.That was the only way Nira could describe it as the void closed around them. One heartbeat she was on the battlefield, the clash of steel and the smell of ash filling her lungs; the next, she was being torn into something that wasn’t sky, wasn’t earth something alive, hungry, gnashing.She fell. No, not fell dragged. Her cloak whipped against her face as unseen hands clawed at her, pulling her down into a spiral of black flame and broken whispers. Every oath she’d sworn scraped across her skin like jagged glass, as though the void wanted to strip her of promises, of memory, of self.A cry cut through the howling: Kael’s.“Nira! Hold—hold on!” His voice cracked as he tumbled beside her, his armor rattling uselessly. He reached for her hand, their fingers grazing for a fleeting instant before the shadows pulled him away again, like waves tearing sailors from the wreck.Somewhere above or was it below? Roran roared, his voice a thunder that defied the choking dark. “
Chapter 176 – The Blackened Host
The void screamed.The shriek came not from one throat but a thousand, the sound of broken oaths and shattered souls, echoing so violently Nira thought her skull would crack apart. Then came the first impact an armored boot slamming into the nothingness beneath them, sending ripples of black fire outwards.The knights had come.They were no mere illusions. Each was forged from shadow and flame, their armor glistening as if wet with blood, their visors hollow yet burning with hate. Swords long, jagged, impossibly heavy howled with every movement, as if they despised even being wielded.The first wave struck.Kael met them head-on. His blade, though chipped and stained, roared to life with his fury. Sparks and shadows exploded as he parried, the force driving him back a step, two but he did not fall. He roared right back at them, defiance burning brighter than any steel.“Come on, then! Let’s see what you’ve got!”Three knights descended on him. Their blades moved unnaturally fast, unna
Chapter 177 – The Champion of Chains
The void shook as the champion raised its blade.It wasn’t just steel it was a slab of night, forged from obsidian and fire, heavy enough to crush mountains. The air screamed with its descent.Nira shoved Kael back, planted her feet, and raised her daggers. Too small. Too light. But she raised them anyway.Not today. Not while any of us breathe.The champion’s sword slammed downAnd fire split the void.Isolde’s frost-flame erupted in a storm, latching onto the massive blade before it struck. The entire weapon froze mid-air, cracking under the pressure. The champion bellowed, wrenching against the ice, but Isolde held her ground, frost racing up her arms until her skin shimmered like crystal.She screamed, not in pain but in defiance, her voice echoing across the void:“You will not have them!”Nira surged forward. She darted along the frozen blade itself, boots striking shards of ice, until she reached the champion’s arm. With a cry, she drove both daggers deep into the gaps of its a
Chapter 178 – The Tide of Shadows
The void quaked. From every fissure, black fire spilled, and from that fire rose more knights— faceless, armored husks, their blades glinting with death. Not a dozen. Not a hundred. Thousands. An army without breath, without fear, without end.Nira staggered back, chest heaving, daggers slick with her own blood and the champion’s shadow ichor. Her body screamed for rest, but her eyes—sharp, feral—refused to yield. She counted the figures as they emerged, but the count broke apart in her mind. Too many. An ocean.Kael spat blood into the void, dragging himself upright. His ribs jutted through torn armor, but his grip on his sword was steady. “We can’t kill them all.” His voice was steady, resigned, but there was no surrender in it.Isolde leaned heavily on her blade, frost-fire flickering weakly around her hand. She was pale as bone, silver hair plastered to her face with sweat and blood. Yet her gaze burned brighter than ever. “Numbers don’t matter.” Her voice was cracked, hoarse, but
Chapter 179 – Ashes Against the Shadow
The valley burned.The Riders’ advance had blackened the horizon, their ranks spilling like oil across stone and grass alike, torches flaring against the dawn. But the Oath-sworn met them head-on. Steel struck steel; fire split shadow. And amid the chaos, Nira felt the weight of every heartbeat stretch into forever.Her curved blade sang through the throat of a Rider, sparks flying as his armor split. She pivoted, cloak whipping wide, carving through another who lunged from her left. The press of bodies, the stench of blood, the thunder of war drums—they became one endless storm.“Hold the line!” Kael’s roar carried above the din. His greatshield, battered but unbroken, slammed into a charging Rider. The impact rattled the ground. With his one good arm, he bashed forward, breaking a path for the younger fighters to follow. His blood had not dried since dawn, yet he fought like a wolf that refused to die.Behind him, Roran carved arcs of destruction with his massive sword. Every swing
Chapter 180 – The Broken Sky
The battlefield was no longer earth, but ruin. Where once grass and soil stretched in quiet valleys, now only torn craters and shattered steel marked the ground. Smoke rose in jagged columns, black and choking, painting the horizon like a scar across the dawn.Nira stood amidst it all, her breath ragged, her cloak torn to ribbons. The ash clung to her skin like second flesh, gray streaks cutting across the crimson of her wounds. Around her, the oath-sworn survivors struggled to regroup, their lines thinning with every passing hour.But it was the sky that broke her heart.Above, the air split with stormfire. Clouds, thick and burning, cracked open under the weight of unnatural power. Each flash illuminated the Riders’ ranks as they advanced, shields clattering, voices rising like one endless roar. And at their head moved a shadow darker than stormclouds the Shadow Rider himself. His horse, a beast wrought from smoke and bone, left no prints upon the earth. His eyes, twin coals in an e