Both armies collided; King Swordsmen, who were on the frontline, clashed with the heavy cavalry on Slade’s side.
The difference became clear as not one King Swordsman fell off his horse, but over a hundred heavy cavaliers were slain!
Sparks flew as weapons clashed. Some could handle a few bouts while some were slain instantly. Nero and Alex were nightmares. Having learned the output, each swing of the sword took the lives of three or four men. Some meters ahead of them was Asher, swinging Euodias with amazing precision and control. Blue and crimson light left his sword with each slash. This was called the sword arc. Output was a way of producing sword arcs that can be fueled through Battle Force!
A cavalier jumped off his horse, raising his sword high as he closed in on Asher. To his shock, Asher cut down a soldier and still had time to look at him.
Easily supporting his entire body with one arm, Asher slammed his foot against the cavalier’s face, causing a shockwave and launching him through the ranks of other troops behind.
Pulling out a javelin, Asher made Bezerk dash forward. He easily located the excellent soldiers and threw the javelins, pinning them to the ground.
By the time he held the last Shura bolt, almost every significant knight on the battlefield knew of his terror. Slade was causing mayhem on the Ashbourne troops, but he alone wasn’t able to cause as much damage as the commanders of House Ashbourne. Sofia’s eyes became slits as she watched the commanders; their extraordinary feats on the battlefield outmatched that of her commanders with a large gap.
Lambert and his troop were terribly destructive, but their kill counts weren’t close to that of the Stormbringer Markswomen and Goshen Longbow Archers.
Looking at the battle from her high vantage point, she could see the Desolate Wolves moving forward as one, their tower shields stained with the blood of her men.
Tall and overbearing, they thrust through whatever troop they faced, leaving corpses in their wake. While they advanced slowly but left none alive, the Ashkelon knights were light and fast. Although they worked together, it wasn’t as cohesive as the Desolate Wolves. Albeit, their armor was of higher quality, and the swings of their swords were precise.
They faced the Tigris fourth unit and were easily cutting them down. With Adam spearheading the onslaught, Sofia lost hope in that unit.
She turned again and found the mages blasting spells that took lives in droves. Her forces were failing.
Clenching her teeth tightly, she slammed the bulwark. “Ah!” Sofia screamed out of anger. “Where are Levi’s men?” As the second son of Count William and a warrior from birth, Levi naturally had his own troop, which was almost 10,000 strong!
Levi was renowned for leading the Saber-Tooth Cavalry, an elite troop that rode on a northern big cat known as the ‘Obsidian Mountain Cat’.
“Levi has withdrawn his men and left the city through the back gate last night.” Sofia’s eyes widened. “What?! How was I not informed of this?!” Viscount Syria lowered his head, his eyes flickering, but he couldn’t come up with an answer.
He looked at the clutch on his left hand. This was the result of his warning, which they deemed disrespectful, causing Sofia’s bodyguard to damage one of his legs.
He finally realized. House Tigris wasn’t at peace internally, and a house that was internally divided was doomed to one day fall.
There was a difference between a natural competition for the top position and outright war against each other.
‘The Count made a mistake electing this prideful woman as regent. Beauty can never replace a strategic mind.’ A sharp gleam shot past his eyes.
“Modret.” Sofia looked at the cloaked man who stood by her side. He was her bodyguard, but unlike the traditional knights, he was a mage.
The man nodded.
Their clothes and hair fluttered as he looked at the sky, chanting inaudibly.
Swish! Thud!
Asher flicked off the blood from Euodias and then spun his horse in a different direction as all the soldiers around him were dead. Only he, Nero, and Alex were alive. All of a sudden, a commander charged toward them with a 400 behind him. A strange current traveled through Asher’s body into Bezerk, causing it to lift up its forelegs and slam the ground.
Boom!
A crimson light blasted out in ring-like fashion. Empyrean Sigil Stomp!
The sigil of House Ashbourne appeared on the ground, as if drawn by flames! It covered a span of 200 yards, and half of the commander’s men went down.
“What kind of monster is that!” A soldier lost his composure. Shing!
Euodias let off a piercing hum as Asher pointed it toward them. All of a sudden, he sensed a huge amount of mana gathering in the sky. Tracing the source, Asher found Modret levitating. In the next moment, sharp bursts of wind hurtled downward, but before they touched the soldiers, a barrier would appear above them.
Sometimes it would shatter the barrier and destroy the squadron below, while sometimes the barrier would negate it.
While these winds were being hurled down, Asher could see Modret wanted to form a tornado that would start from behind his troops!
He turned his head to the left part of the battlefield and saw Aquila fighting hundreds of men inside a giant water serpent.
Swiftly, he turned to the other side and found Eritrea galloping with her sisters. “Eritrea!!”
His voice echoed, like a storm it struck her ears, causing her to turn.
Asher pointed at Modret. The moment Eritrea saw him, her Battle Force burst out. It danced around her like a never-ending cloak and a pillar of flames.
The runes on her ‘Great Thunder bow’ lit up. She nocked an arrow and drew it until her arms trembled softly.
A large amount of lightning crackled on the bow, slowly spreading until the entire bow and arrow were almost consumed by lightning.
Swoosh!
Like a missile, the arrows tore through the air. All Sofia saw was Modret being electrocuted and falling from the sky, leaving trails of smoke.
Meanwhile, Eritrea was launched backward by the impact, slamming several times on the ground, causing her to groan.
While Liya screamed out in shock, her mother’s face became more gloomy. Suddenly, her expression grew light, and it wasn’t too long before Asher knew why, as a bright blue light flashed behind him, along with it came the crackling of lightning and great destruction!
“Eritrea!!”
It was Slade!
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A/N: Author here, I apologise for the haphazard upload and missing two days so far this month. I’ve been feeling weak and slight pains in my joints for weeks now but I’ll try my best to get back to uploading at the right time.
Also… I really want to know what you think about this ongoing title: Wall Of Tiberias