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Chapter 180: Dragon Transformation

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Sieg's eyes were red-rimmed. He drew his sword and slashed several times at the invisible wall in front of him. He then shouted, "Fielding! You are a despicable and shameless Roland person!"

 

Unfortunately, he was at least a thousand paces away from Rody and Fielding. Although he was shouting, his voice could not be heard.

 

That Gray-Robed Saint put down his small bow slowly and descended from the sky slowly. He stood beside Fielding and looked at him before saying, "Your Excellency Fielding, you can go ahead and kill him now. The Elders have given the order to kill the Duke of the Tulip Family."

 

Fielding hesitated as he looked at Rody who was kneeling and trembling on the ground. He then gritted his teeth and replied loudly, "No! I cannot kill him now! This is not the kind of thing I, Fielding, can do!"

 

He then glanced at the Gray-Robe Saint, beside him, and repeated, "A real Paladin will not do this kind of thing!"

 

"You fool!" The Gray-Robe Saint muttered softly. His eyes then grew cold and said, "Well, if you are not going to do it, then I will!"

 

However, he had only taken a step forward when he saw a golden light flash by. A sword then blocked his way.

 

"No!" Fielding said gloomily. "You cannot kill him too!"

 

"What?" The Gray-Robe Saint’s expression immediately changed and he shouted, "Fielding, what do you mean? Do you want to betray the Temple? I can understand if you refuse to follow the Elder’s orders but how dare you stop me from killing him? Are you thinking of protecting this heathen?"

 

Fielding replied coldly, "Of course not! If it was a normal day on the battlefield, I will definitely kill him. However, today, he came out after accepting my challenge. If he is killed here today, how can I still call myself a Knight?"

 

"You fool!" The Gray-Robe Saint stepped forward but Fielding responded by slashing at an empty space. The fierce golden energy from the sword carved a deep hole on the ground right in front of the Gray-Robe Saint.

 

"Please do not step forward anymore." Fielding said sternly, "I do not want to hurt you."

 

"How dare you?" The Gray-Robe Saint stepped back and raised his eyebrows as he glared at Fielding. "How dare you raise your hands against me? Fielding, you are too unbridled! Do you really dare to betray the Temple? Where is your loyalty to the Temple? I will report today’s incident to the Temple! Are you not afraid of their punishment?"

 

Fielding had a gloomy expression, but he persisted. "Do as you wish. You can say whatever you like when you return. However, at this moment, right here, I will not let you kill him!"

 

"Haha haha…" The Gray-Robe Saint suddenly laughed wildly, "Fielding! Your Excellency Paladin! Have you not thought of the consequences? You betray the Temple. You refuse to accept the order of the Temple. You have violated your own faith! How can you still call yourself the Temple's most loyal Paladin?"

 

Fielding trembled. He was at a loss and his hand holding the sword was also trembling. However, he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course, I know! I did not betray my faith! I know that I am a knight. A real knight will not defeat or kill his opponent this way!"

 

The Gray-Robed Saint was furious and his eyes flashed. He wanted to attack Fielding but he knew Fielding was, after all, a Temple Paladin. He would not able to match the strength of a Paladin. Although the Saints were high-ranked sorcerers of the religion, there was only one person in the entire Roland Temple who had achieved the consecrated sorcerer status: the Black Veil Saint, Muse. Only such a consecrated practitioner could compete with a Paladin. He was no match for the Paladin.

 

"Hmph..." The Gray-Robe Saint sneered. He then changed his tone and said slowly, "Fielding, no wonder the Black Veil Saint do not love you. You are simply a fool!"

 

Hearing that, Fielding immediately gave a murderous aura. "What did you say?"

 

The Gray-Robe Saint immediately retreated two steps, His cultivation was lower than the Paladin. Besides that, the close proximity was a disadvantage for a sorcerer, if he were to fight with a Paladin.

 

"Am I wrong? You are too stubborn! Do you think your Knight’s Spirit is more important than the orders of the Temple?" The Gray-Robe Saint slowly retreated.

 

Fielding coldly looked at the Gray-Robe Saint and then replied, "I only said I cannot kill him now… Today, after everything is over, I will challenge him to a duel again! I will kill him personally in a fair fight!"

 

"Pedantic!" The Gray-Robe Saint said coldly before laughing, "Do you think you can stop me from killing the Duke of the Tulip Family just by keeping me away from him?"

 

Fielding showed a strange expression. Suddenly, he roared and slashed with his sword. A golden light appeared as he fiercely slashed towards the distance. The wave of golden energy struck the invisible wall outside the 'Dragon Break' sorcerer array. The whole sorcerer array only rumbled faintly.

 

"It is useless…" The Gray-Robed Saint slowly raised one of his hands. He then floated further and further away from Fielding. "Have you forgotten? This sorcerer array is created by dozens of sorcerers using the combination of sorcery. Even with your strength of a Paladin, it would not be so easy to destroy this sorcerer array! However, it looks like the Duke of the Tulip Family could no longer hold on for long!"

 

The Saint’s voice grew more distant as he floated up faster and faster. Soon, he had flown far away.

 

Fielding turned around to look at Rody, who was kneeling on the ground. Rody had a hideous facial expression. His mouth was opened as if he was screaming but not a single sound could be heard.

 

Rody’s body shook and struggled as if he was trying to break himself out of some shackles from his body. He stretched his hand towards the arrow stuck in his foot but he could not stretch all the way towards his foot, no matter how hard he tried.

 

That silver arrow pierced through and was stuck into his heel. Bright red blood flowed quickly and tainted the ground under his foot red. Fielding gritted his teeth and said, "Wait. I will help you pull the arrow out."

 

He moved towards Rody and stretched his hand to grab the arrow in Rody's foot. However, before he could touch the arrow, he saw a silver light burst out of Rody's foot. Fielding felt like he was struck by lightning. He was immediately flung out and stumbled on a bit before he stopped. He was surprised and felt a burning pain in his hand. He looked down and saw that his hand was charred black.

 

"Fielding!" The Gray-Robe Saint’s low hoarse voice came from the sky, "You are truly foolish. Do you not understand? The arrow shot from the God Slaying Bow is not something you can just pull out, even if you are a Paladin!"

 

Suddenly, they heard Rody roared. That sound was incomparably mournful as if it was going to break through the sky.

 

"Hahaha…" The Gray-Robe Saint laughed loudly, from the sky, "It is working! Fielding, I have said, he will still die even if I don't get near him. Don't you know how powerful the God Slaying Bow is?"

Fielding was drenched with sweat and rain. He felt heavy after hearing what the Gray-Robe Saint said.

 

Fielding certainly knew how powerful the God Slaying Bow was. As one of the strongest guardians of the Temple, a Paladin, he naturally knew about the secrets of the God Slaying Bow. That was one of the few spiritual artifacts conserved by the Temple of the Roland Continent.

 

According to legends, the God Slaying Bow was a cursed artifact from the era of the Devil. It not only injures the body but also the soul of the victim, as well. Those shot by the God Slaying Bow would have their souls slowly swallowed up by the power of the curse. That was a real death. After the soul was swallowed, it would wither and vanish.

 

At that moment, Rody's voice became more and more hoarse. Suddenly, the arrow at his foot glowed with a silvery color, which soon turned into a silver light and then hid inside Rody's body.

 

The silver light could be faintly seen entering Rody’s wound in his foot before it moved quickly up the leg.

 

Rody’s body trembled even more vigorously and his blue veins could be seen. He wanted to clench his fist but he could not move a single finger. The tearing pain in his soul caused his mind to go blank.

 

"Soon… Very soon…" The Gray-Robe Saint spoke as his body emitted a holy light. His voice was still hoarse but had a very gentle tone. His voice came from far away in the sky but gently rang in Rody's ears. "Do not struggle. No need to struggle against the devouring of your soul. Just relax your body and mind. The pain will end soon. There will no longer be pain or hatred. Everything will be calm. The eternal silence and the eternal end is what you need the most..."

Rody’s body gradually bent forward and seemed to have quietened down. Fielding could not help but step back. He felt guilty. He considered himself a real knight and abided by the Knight’s Spirit. Although he hated the man in front of him, he felt extremely disgraced to let his enemy die like that. That was because his enemy did not die in his own hands.

 

"Damn…" Andy was sweating profusely in the Imperial Palace. His eyes were closed tightly but panic was written all over his face. Sky was beside him and could not help but ask, "What is wrong? Old skeleton, tell me. Quick!"

 

 

Andy suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes looked like the eyes of a dead person. "There is no other way. This is the power of God's Slaying Bow. Ónly someone at the 'Domain Force' level can help Rody overcome… Only you can help Rody pull out the arrow shot by that God Slaying Bow… Right now, there is no other way to save him!"

 

Rody felt the strength of his whole body...no, not the strength, it was his life, seem to gradually disappear. He was swallowed by a kind of void. He could even feel the beating of his heart gradually slow down.

 

He heard the gentle voice of his opponent. The voice was filled with a strange temptation. "It's the end... eternal silence, eternal end."

 

Eternal... end?

 

His vast mind felt like it was pricked by a needle. A familiar and gentle voice then spoke. "Everything goes through a cycle. The stars come after total darkness.The moon rises after every sunset. Flowers wither after they blossomed. Spring arrives after every winter. The cycle will come through. This is the law."

 

The Gray-Robed Saint, who was floating in the sky, and Fielding, who was standing not far from him, were shocked by what they saw next.

 

Rody had turned weak and stopped struggling. Suddenly, he started to shake again. As his body shook, he tried to straighten and eventually stood up.

 

"Arh! Arh! Arh! Arh..." Rody raised his head as he roared again and again. Finally, he tightly clenched his fists. His pale golden fighting energy, that had almost died, suddenly started to burst out again.

 

"He… How could… What is this?" The Gray-Robed Saint cried out in alarm.

 

Rody’s golden fighting energy suddenly changed. His blonde hair grew like summer weeds. His golden fighting energy had a tinge... a tinge of black.

 

Although he was not restrained by any physical chains, others could clearly hear those chains being broken.

 

The flame that surrounded Rody’s body rose several meters high. Suddenly, the flame began to shrink and became an extremely dazzling dot.

 

"Not good!" Fielding was alarmed. He instinctively grabbed his sword and fiercely plunged it into the ground. He grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand and held the other hand in front of his face.

 

The dazzling light dot flashed violently, twice.

 

The soldiers on the wall of the Thunder City, Sieg together with his thousands of soldiers who were waiting outside the city wall, the Gray-Robed Saint floating in the sky and the soldiers in the distant Roland army’s barracks, all saw the scene at the same time.

 

Just like inflating a balloon, the bright dot instantly swelled into a huge ball of light.

 

The wave of energy on the ground spread out in all directions. Boom! Countless sparks flew. Rody stood still with both his hands open. Finally, the huge ball of light exploded. After numerous crisp crackling sounds, something seemed to break like glass. The invisible wall in front of Sieg broke apart like a crystal.

 

The sorcerers who were casting their spells in the sky could not dodge in time. One after another, they spat blood and fell.

 

The Gray-Robed Saint placed both his hands on his chest. He wrapped his body with a holy light to protect himself.

 

The huge waves of energy threw Sieg and the others off their feet. The violent wind thrashed the leaves everywhere. Even Rody’s horse, Garros, ran far away long before that. It was tossed and rolled out by the violent waves of energy.

 

Fielding was nearest to Rody. With the wind pulling violently on his cloak, he tried to stand up. His body trembled gently.

 

The rain in the dark sky had long stopped, but the dark clouds were getting lower and lower. Finally, after a whistling sound, a tornado descended from the sky and wrapped around Rody and Fielding ...

 

The people on the city wall and at the barracks were stunned. Tiger, the commander of the Roland coalition army, watched with his eyes wide and his mouth agape as he looked at the distant gigantic black tornado. He then murmured in a voice only he could hear, "That guy… he is not human!"

 

"Disperse!"

 

After a loud resounding roar, Rody opened up his hands. The tornado surrounding him suddenly turned into a black fog and quickly dissipated!

 

The dark clouds in the sky had dissipated. The sun shone confidently, changing from an incomparable gloom to brilliant sunshine in an instant. Everybody felt like they had just witnessed a miracle. Sieg and his subordinates had been thrown around all over by the wind. Some had fallen and were slightly injured. This moment they were all sprawled on the ground. After the surroundings had gradually quietened down, they raised their heads slowly.

 

Rody was already standing there. The picture of the dragon on his chest seemed to have disappeared. Rody was standing straight and seemed to be at a loss. He stretched out one of his hands and looked at it carefully. After that, he clenched his fist.

 

"This feeling... seems a little strange…" Rody muttered to himself, "It feels different."

 

Fielding also finally stood up. He was startled to see Rody nearby, with his back to himself. The wound on his foot, not knowing when had already been completely healed. Rody's golden hair had grown to his waist and was even long enough to drape behind him.

 

Rody looked at his fist and then slowly opened it again. He whispered, "It seems to be like this?"

 

Rody voluntarily held out one of his hands, only to hear a rustling sound. The Dragon Fang Sword, which was dropped on the ground some distance away, quickly flew towards him. Rody then caught hold of the hilt of the sword.

 

Rody then took a deep breath and finally turned around to look at Fielding.

 

"You are… alright?" Fielding could not help but exclaim. "That is the God Slaying Bow. By right, you cannot undo that spell!"

 

Rody shook his head. "Indeed, it cannot be undone… I did not undo that arrow… Perhaps, it is God’s will."

 

Fielding was stunned.

 

God’s will?

 

He stared at the Duke of the Tulip Family and sensed that something was wrong. However, besides Rody’s hair growth, there did not seem to be any difference in him or his power. But … Why … Why do I feel something is wrong?

 

"Maybe there are really rules…" Rody spoke to himself, "I became the Duke of the Tulip Family. Master Autumn gave me a seed of power. I absorbed a dragon. Now, I relied on these to escape today's catastrophe. Is it really God’s will?"

 

Rody could not help but look up at the sky. In the sky, the mass of white light wielded by Gray-Robed Saint had been retrieved. He was also looking down intently at Rody, on the ground.

 

"Hey!" Rody suddenly shouted, "Were you the one who schemed against me, just now?"

 

Before the Gray-Robed Saint could reply, Rody continued and said coldly, "That phrase, ‘eternal silence and eternal end’. You said that! Am I right?"

 

Rody then said loudly, "You are wrong! There is no eternal end in this world!"

 

"You… What are you talking about? What is it?" Gray-Robed Saint asked.

 

Rody smiled coldly and replied, "Even if such a thing as eternal end exists, I can personally crush it!"

 

Rody suddenly raised his hand holding the sword.

 

A sharp golden arrow pierced through the sky and the Saint’s body shook. Rody’s Dragon Fang Sword savagely punched into his body. The Gray-Robed Saint was surprised to see the sword stuck in his chest. It was as if he was looking at the world’s most incredible thing. Blood slowly foamed from his mouth as he muttered, "How... How can this be possible?"

 

A tiny black flame suddenly emerged from the sword. The black flame spread along the blade to the Gray-Robed Saint's body, envelope it, and burned away. It was a fire from hell. Within a short moment, the Saint was burned into ashes... No... There were no ashes left even … The whole body had completely disappeared.


 

Only the Dragon Fang Sword remained in the sky. The sword then fell down and slammed into the ground between Rody and Fielding.

 

Fielding was stunned to see the sword stuck in the ground in front of him. He then instinctively looked towards the empty sky.

 

There was nothing left!

 

There was nothing… Not even a little bit of ashes, dust or slag were left!

 

"You… You have killed him?" Fielding seemed to squeeze out those words from his throat.

 

Rody looked coldly at Fielding. He raised his chin slightly and squinted as he looked at Fielding with a murderous aura.

 

Fielding instinctively stepped back.

 

"I hate people scheming against me! It is really disgusting!" Rody spoke as he looked at Fielding.

 

In the Imperial Palace, Andy suddenly sat down. His body seemed to be completely relaxed... Perhaps, cannot say relaxed. He simply felt soft and weak. Andy's face was pale and he had cold sweat on his forehead. He looked somber and his breathing was rapid.

 

Next to him was the anxious Sky. He could not help but jump over and shouted, "Old skeleton, quickly tell me what you saw. I am very worried." Sky then rudely kicked Andy after saying that.

 

Andy opened his eyes and looked sideways at Sky. He then sighed. His expression was a mixture of surprise, worry, and a few other emotions.

 

"What the hell! When did you suddenly become taciturn?" Sky was extremely anxious and could not wait to grab Andy’s neck and force him to talk.

 

Andy gave a forced smile and said, "Well, that boy is fine...for the time being, he is fine."

 

"Oh?"

 

Andy nodded his head and continued, "He is really fine. This time, the dragon in his body saved him."

 

Andy paused for a while and showed a strange expression as he continued, "The dragon on his chest has disappeared. In other words, this is the real integration with the dragon… Fatty…"

 

Andy then showed a weird smile. "Do you know what I just saw? No… I should say experienced... Do you know what I experienced? It was a really rare scene, for thousands of years…"

 

Sky wanted to rush up but when he saw Andy’s serious expression, he stopped and frowned, "What is it, actually?"

 

"Dragon God Transformation!" Andy said briefly, "It is the Dragon God Transformation! This is not the fake Dragon Transformation like what that huge snake did... It is the real Dragon God Transformation! The Mystic Dragon’s Dragon God Transformation!"

 

Andy sighed and then continued, "The boy had actually gone through the first Dragon God Transformation. Is this a good or bad thing?"

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Chapter 181: Comprehension

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"I hate people who scheme against me! It is really disgusting!" Rody spoke as he looked at Fielding.

 

Fielding started to have cold sweat.

 

Dead? Did he die just like that? The Gray-Robed Saint of the Temple was so easily killed? Even if that other guy was a Sacred Swordsman and therefore stronger than the Gray-Robed Saint, the difference in strength between the two should not have been that large.

 

The black flames burnt until nothing was left. Fielding’s heart felt heavy watching the sword fall to the ground.

 

"Shit! The God Slaying Bow!" Fielding suddenly exclaimed and jumped up. He went over ten meters high and looked but there was nothing in the sky. He could not find the God Slaying Bow.

 

"Are you looking for this?" Rody looked at Fielding, who was still searching in the sky. A burst of flame appeared in his hands. He slowly stretched out his hand. The short bow was wrapped in a black flame. However, the beautiful silver color of the bow had dimmed inside the black fla

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Chapter 182: Rody Can Scheme Too

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was the tenth day of the war.

 

"What the h*ll!" Sieg groaned as he stepped back. He had just cut down a knight but he was also slashed at by the enemy. If he had not dodged fast enough or if he had not worn such a solid armor, he would have died.

 

After fighting for so many days, both armies were exhausted.

 

Earlier, a group of knights had rushed at the city wall. These people were significantly stronger than the other soldiers from the Roland army. They looked like the elite Holy Knights. Sieg led his Wolf Fang soldiers to fight against them. Hundreds of men from both sides perished before the Roland army was finally repelled.

 

Rody had fought a fierce battle against the Paladin in the morning. In the end, Rody managed to slash Fielding. Several Roland Holy Knights then appeared to fight against Rody before they managed to drag Fielding away to save his life.

 

Rody felt a little dizzy. He was powerful and ordinary opponents would not be able to hurt him. However, he was exhausted because was not a god.

 

Besides fighting against Fielding on the city wall, Rody had also fought against the enemy sorcerers that morning. Now, he was only taking a breather in the city.

 

Rody could not remember the number of people he had killed. His body was covered in blood and his clothes were soaked in blood too under his armor. His armor was full of traces of being slashed by swords. He was just slashed at by Fielding and he was injured a little. Although he was strong, he was still injured by the Paladin's attack. Fielding had used all of his strength and destroyed the shoulder part of the armor. Rody’s was injured but Fielding also spat out blood. Rody had confidence in his own strength. He believed that his attack was enough to make sure Fielding could not appear for half a month.

 

Rody removed a broken arm which had landed on his shoulder. As he watched the Roland army retreat like the tide, he felt more and more somber.

 

The past few days their opponents had become more aggressive with their attacks. Although Rody did not know the exact number he was certain the enemy lost at least one hundred thousand soldiers. More than a hundred thousand of the Roland army soldiers perished below the wall of Thunder City.

 

The whole wall looked like it had been washed with blood. The original blackish green wall had been stained a dark red color.

 

The number of soldiers around him started to reduce. Some familiar faces disappeared forever after a day.

 

An even more terrifying thing had happened the previous evening. The Roland people had brought in another group of sorcerers. The rank of those sorcerers seemed to be a lot higher. During that day's battle, the combination of large-scale sorcery that they used was even more amazing. They had summoned a fireball. Under the ferocious explosion of that fireball, a corner of the city wall had cracked.

 

If it was not because of the joint defense by the Empire's magicians, the opponent's second fireball would probably have blown up the wall.

 

In the final crucial moment, Rody charged to the sky alone with his sword. He fiercely collided against the fireball, created by the opponent's sorcerers. Rody killed two of the sorcerers before descending from the sky.

 

Before he could rest he had to rush out again to battle against Fielding who had arrived at the city. At that moment, Rody felt that he was completely drained of energy and he could feel a tearing pain in his lungs.

 

The combination of sorcery they used was too powerful!

 

 

Rody saw for himself the combined forces of the dozen opponent's high-ranking sorcerers. Although the Empire’s magicians were also defending desperately, there were two magicians who were burnt to death. Those two magicians were Grade 4 magicians.

 

Even Rody almost spat out blood after a serious fight with the opponent. That was the first time Rody felt like that ever since he integrated with the Mystic Dragon’s power in the Imperial Capital.

 

Rody dare not imagine. If the enemy were to convene a few more higher-ranked sorcerers and if they were to launch their sorcery together, then the city wall would definitely be destroyed.

 

If they encounter such power, even Rody himself would not be able to hold out.

 

After all, he is not an immortal.

 

Only that abnormal fellow, Sky, could take such an attack. However, if the sorcerers were to join forces with several Saints, even Sky, who had obtained 'Domain Force' may not be able to hold off.

 

Damn! How did the sorcerers of the Roland Continent suddenly become so powerful? How did their combination of sorcery inexplicably enhance their power by so many folds?

 

Before that, if someone asked Rody whether one plus one equaled two, Rody would have nodded. But after seeing the combination of sorcery and the multiplied effect, Rody was no longer sure that he would answer that earlier question as confidently as before.

 

Rody took a deep breath and went to Sieg’s side. He looked at Sieg’s injury and smiled wryly. "How is it?"

 

Sieg shook his head and looked at the flesh and blood on Rody’s shoulder. "Your Excellency the Duke, are you also injured?"

 

Rody nodded his head and replied, "That Fielding is really worthy to be called a Paladin.

 

The two men sat down with the support of their subordinates. The subordinates then left to find a healer. The healer was also exhausted and pale after using too much magic to heal the wounded soldiers. However, the magician can still cast a few spells. After treating Rody, the magician looked at Sieg and frowned, "Your Honor, Sieg. This is the third time you are injured. It is not suitable to heal this with magic. Please see a military doctor! Although magical treatment can heal your injury in a short time, it has a side effect on your body. To apply magical treatment multiple times in a short period, would be like an overdraft of your life. Although the wounds can be healed, the loss of blood cannot be replaced. You need a military doctor!"

 

Sieg laughed and loudly said, "Nonsense! Quickly treat me! The after effects are future issues. altogether. Right now, just treat this wound! Damn, it is still bleeding. Do you know how painful it is?"

 

The magician glanced at Rody. Rody shook his head and lightly said, "Well, just ignore him. Go and get a military doctor."

 

Rody then looked at Sieg, who was about to speak and said, "Your Excellency, Sieg. Do you want to throw away your life? The magical treatment is a short-term method used to accelerate the healing of wounds. It is also an overdraft on your life. If used frequently, your body would not be able to hold on.

 

Sieg sighed and said, "The battle is more important. Any after effects are a thing of the future. If we lose the battle, we would die and there would be no future anyway. Do you think I am a weak and fragile person like Milo?"

 

Rody shook his head. Before he could speak, they heard Milo’s cold voice from behind. "Your Honor, Sieg. What did you say about me?"

 

Milo walked over as he tried to straighten his waist. With every step he took, the pain at his waist showed on his face. He was slashed at the waist and almost died the day before. The one who slashed Milo was a big knight from the Roland Continent. Sieg later assisted Milo and they both killed that knight. However, Milo was seriously injured.

 

"Your Excellency, Sieg. Although you saved my life yesterday, I will still fight you if you humiliate me." Milo gritted his teeth, as cold sweat rolled down his forehead... painfully.

 

Rody looked at Milo’s waist and frowned. "Your Excellency, Milo. Did you also get the magician to heal you? Didn't they say that it is better for you to stop using magical treatment, now?"

 

Milo coldly replied, "Seth, do you think other people are like you, can survive all the slashes without injury? Right now, from commanders to soldiers, who is without any injury?"

 

Rody gave a wry smile and did not seem to pay any attention to Milo’s thorny words.

 

Although the conflicts between Milo's and Rody's families had given Rody a tough time, Rody had to admit that Milo was a real man. Although Milo had used his family’s influence to rise to the position of a Regiment Commander, he was actually quite strong. He was a valiant warrior in battle and did not have any of those bad noble habits. Due to the grudges between them, they would occasionally attack each other with words. However, after fighting in the same camp for so many days, Rody had long been accustomed to Milo’s cold words.

 

Sieg also pretended not to hear Milo's words. He reluctantly stood up and looked at the Roland barracks in the distance. He then sighed and said, "These Roland soldiers are really good at risking their lives. Your Excellency the Duke, we have four hundred thousand soldiers. Why did we not mobilize all of them from Thunder City? If we charge and fight with them, below the city wall, I believe that our army…" He looked at Milo and then continued, "And with the strength of the Northern Legion, we would not lose even if they have twice our number of soldiers."

 

Rody shook his head. He sighed and pointed at the distance as he said, "There are several kilometers from Thunder City to the ocean. Commander Sieg. If we were to really mobilize all our soldiers from the Northern Legion, and fight with them, we will definitely not lose. By virtue of our army's strength, we have a good chance of winning. But…" Rody continued pointing to the distance and said, "Can you see? They have twice our number of people. Even if they were defeated, and only have a hundred thousand soldiers remaining, with a formation of that size in that position we would not be able to charge at them. This is because we would be within the range of their warship's artillery. What I want is not to kill several hundred thousand of their soldiers. I want to get rid of their entire army!"

 

He turned to look at Sieg and Milo and lightly said, "I believe they will have reinforcements. By that time, I am afraid they will have more than eight hundred thousand soldiers."

 

"Hmph... Are the Roland people crazy?" Sieg sneered. "Are they trying to send everyone from their continent over? With so many troops, they would collapse due to the lack of supplies!"

"In your dreams!" Milo coldly said, "Collapse? They have a huge fleet in the ocean. They can continuously transport supplies from the Roland mainland by the ocean. Drag them down? Your Honor, Sieg, haven’t you personally seen their fleets?"

 

Sieg sighed. He shook his head when he recalled the huge naval fleet of the Roland army.

 

Rody pondered for a moment and lightly said, "The time is almost right... We have intercepted them for ten days. It's almost time for us to withdraw. Let's give them, Thunder City."

 

Sieg and Milo frowned. Sieg could not help but ask, "You Excellency the Duke, do you still insist on doing this? Is it really alright to give Thunder City to them?"

 

Rody sighed and replied, "It would be impossible to kill all the eight hundred thousand or even more than a million soldiers, at the beach below Thunder City. We can only lure them inside. Once they enter our territory... however powerful their huge Navy may be, they still cannot come ashore. Once their army has gone inland, their navy cannot transport supplies to them anymore. The land is our advantage! In the past ten days, the people from the Northern Legion must have already completed the preparations I requested."

 

Milo coldly said, "This you can rest assured. My men are personally trained by me!"

 

"Ah!" Rody nodded. He was aware of the strength of the Northern Legion: they were very strong.

 

In the past few days' performance on the battlefield, the strength of Milo's Northern Legion far exceeded the strength of the Northwest Legion during the time Rody went to the Northwest. If one did not look at Milo's character, he was indeed an outstanding general.

 

"Then let us withdraw!" Rody gritted his teeth. "Our losses in the past few days are also quite severe. We have lost half of the fifty thousand heavy-armor infantries. Although the Lightning God's Whip did not participate in defending the walls, they have also lost a lot of soldiers on the battlefield. Right now, the Lightning God's Whip only has about several tens of thousands of soldiers remaining. They cannot be lost here."

 

Milo raised his eyebrows and did not speak. He was confident of his own soldiers but he still must admit that the fifty thousand Lightning God’s Whip were amongst the most elite soldiers of the Empire. As a cavalry, they are definitely the strongest cavalry in the Empire.

 

Sieg thought for a moment. "Duke. In that case, who would guard the rear when we retreat? The Lightning God’s Whip or the Northern Legion?"

 

Rody suddenly laughed. Sieg and Milo were surprised to hear him laugh. His laugh sounded somewhat evil.

 

Evil?

 

Rody had laughed evilly.

 

"The ones guarding the rear?" Rody lightly said, "Let the Flame Warrior Regiment do it. To begin with, this is a battle of faith. Let the devout believers put in more effort!"

 

Naturally, Rody also added something else in his heart but did not say it out. Didn’t the God’s religion have some kind of God’s Vanquish spell? We fought so hard against the sorcerers but why did they not use that spell? Hmph. Hiding and evading, that's what they wish!

 

Perhaps, Rody has really changed.





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