The trembling got milder and milder until it vanished, causing Aquilia to be even more confused. She was sure there was a tremor coming from the north a while ago but it mysteriously stopped.
Just as she was about to turn her head toward the walls of Hebron, silhouettes appeared at the horizon.
“What’s that?”
Aquilia knit her eyebrows.
Rumble!
Lightning struck, revealing the visage of 100 King Swordsmen, two BloodBlades, and their lord, clad in his usual thick coat that had white fur padding at the shoulder. He was the only one who did not wear a helmet.
But his warmount, which looked bigger and more muscular than the mounts of the others, made him more eye-catching. They and their mounts were soaked by the heavy downpour but their soaring aura wasn’t drowned by it.
“Cavarly!”
Aquilia’s eyes trembled.
“It’s the count’s men!” One of her bodyguards exclaimed.
“No… It can’t be.”
Seeing the cavalry proudly standing at the horizon, watching the battle like it was some play, Claude felt his heart grow several folds heavier.
None of them could identify Asher’s troops because of the ferocious warmounts and exquisite armor, while Asher was too far for them to recognize his face.
Shing!
Asher unsheathed his sword from the scabbard and pointed it toward the alliance army. Upon seeing this, Bozrah led the Tyre Shieldbearers and the Silver-ranked mace wielders toward the north. They swiftly built a shield wall with Bozrah at the forefront.
“It’s just 100 cavaliers. My troop is built for them.” He grinned and slammed his shield against the ground. The moment he did that, his skin transformed and matched the color of his shield. Not only did his skin transform but even his clothing turned to steel!
He grinned, revealing his steel teeth.
“March!”
Boom!
The shieldbearers took a step forward. They were built to crush other units in battle and just 100 cavaliers wasn’t enough to bring down 1000 shieldbearers and 200 iron hammer wielders.
“Advance!”
Arnon pointed at the walls of Hebron. The scarlet’s were almost making it to the top of the wall; it was their turn to breach the gate. 1000 bull warriors and their captains dashed toward Hebron, ignoring the cavaliers that were on the horizon.
After all, 100 cavaliers could not change anything in a battle of thousands of heavy infantry.
Asher’s horse began to walk and from walking it began to jog and not long after it began to gallop. Right beside him were the BloodBlades and behind him were the King Swordsmen.
“Spears!”
Asher heard Bozrah bellow and a thousand heavy shieldbearers tilted their spears toward them.
Asher brandished his sword.
400 yards
300 yards
200 yards
100 yards
50 yards
Asher and his troop collided with the Tyre shieldbearers. The King Swordsmen didn’t even bother swinging their swords as their gold-ranked horses clashed with the 10-centimeter-thick shields and sent both them and their bearers tossing and tumbling. Their shields crumpled!
Instantly, the metal wall was broken. The force of the impact with the Centraks took the lives of hundreds even before the King Swordmen unsheathed their swords and began to reap lives like they were cutting down grass.
It was a painful thing to clash bronze and silver-ranked soldiers clad in iron or bronze-ranked armor against gold-ranked knights fully clad in gold-ranked armor.
Bozrah was also slammed away but his shield only had holes. He spat out dirt and got to his feet. After shaking his head, he looked at Asher. Asher, who first slammed him, pulled out a javelin and launched it toward him.
Bozrah was fast enough to raise his shield but he could have never known about Asher’s absurd strength and the speed of Bezerk.
Puchi!
The javelin pierced through the 15-centimeter-thick shield and pierced into his chest, right through his chestplate.
Instantly, a commander was down!
Bozrah fell to his knees but before he could fall face flat, Asher pulled out his javelin and placed it back into the box. As he swung his sword, a crimson crescent radiance, which was his battle force, would fly out of the sword, cutting through the 10-centimeter-thick shields and reaping lives.
The 200 iron hammer wielders prepared their iron hammers when they saw that the shieldbearers had fallen. Unfortunately, the King Swordsmen were too fast. Before they knew it, they had clashed.
They faced 10 King Swordsmen. The King Swordsmen sliced through the iron hammers and killed the soldiers before they could react to the scene of their thick iron hammers being divided like it was butter.
The rest of the troop followed Asher as they made a U-turn, heading back for the Tyre troop.
Aquilia’s eyes flashed with fury and she muttered the same spell. Icicles fell from the sky but Asher’s men cut through them and the divided icicles fell on her father’s men!
“Lord Claude, they’re fighting for us!”
Claude turned to look and saw the remains of the Tyre army fleeing for their lives. In a short amount of time, over a thousand men had been reduced to dozens!
Such overpowering might have caused Claude to tremble.
All of a sudden, Aquilia began to cast a spell with a loud voice. Her face grew paler as she lifted up her hands, muttering unknown words while her eyes flickered with deadly lights.
The water droplets began to merge together and transform into living creatures!
Transparent water cobras!
These serpents were 2 meters long and they lunged toward Asher and his men. Alex leaped from his horse, landed in the midst of the water snakes and plunged his nightmare sword into the ground.
The edges unleashed a bright glow and his fiery battle force blasted out in full force. It was like fiery tendrils that extended from him. Each one of them was about 3 meters long!
Instantaneously, all the water cobras burst into mist, causing Aquilia’s eyes to tremble.
“How… in the world… Was that possible?”
She stuttered.
She had drained all her magi force to cast that spell, a spell that would even bring down Hebron and yet one man vanquished it.
Clip Clop!
As Asher and the King Swordsmen rode toward her, she finally recognized his face!
