In the blue sky, Martha's' Tiamat 'element resonated with the artifact. Four pillars of light pierced through the sky, supporting the four corners of Ampere Seale's skyline.
The sky and the sea resonated. Flocks of white birds flew up from the sea, circling the pillars of light under the clear sky, forming a magnificent picture.
That day, from Ampere Seale to Soo, from Gray Harbor to Kanaichi, countless people witnessed this miracle.
However, not everyone under this miracle was in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the sky. In the streets near the north gate of Ampere Seale Port, the Knight officers of the Royal Knight Academy were penetrating and destroying the last line of defense of the Coast Guards in an organized manner.
But the situation was slowly changing.
As one of the few outstanding graduates of the Royal Knight Academy, Hollande was leading a few other Knight officers to break through a temporary barricade set up by the Coast Guards. What he needed to do now was to keep moving forward and create an opening in the Coast Guards' position before the Coast Guards could retreat and form a new line of defense.
Behind him, Meyr's Squad 13 and Eden's Squad 14, who had completed the joint attack with him, would continue to circle around the other lines of defense to complete the pincer attack. The responsibilities of each tactical team were clear. The owner of the Wind Spirit Spiders on their shoulders was clearly coordinating the situation of the entire battlefield through the spiders, and then relaying orders to each of them.
Hollande had never fought a battle like this before, nor had he learned anything about it. But there was no doubt that this was what he had been dreaming of. He could clearly see that his opponents were unable to resist and were in shock and fear. All they needed to do was to move forward, and victory would be within their grasp.
It was as if they were their own arms.
Hollande had always thought that this was just an adjective, but now he realized that this kind of command and execution really existed. The Knight officers on the battlefield had truly gathered together to form a sharp sword, and the person wielding the sword was a peerless swordsman.
What a satisfying battle!
But suddenly, a few Wind Spirit Spiders appeared out of thin air around him. When Hollande saw these sky-blue, translucent insects in the wind, he immediately knew that they were the scouts in his direction.
Something went wrong.
"Cruz's men are already on the move," Brando replied with a serious face as if he had seen it with his own eyes. "There are at least three or more armies moving towards our flanks from the northeast and northwest. They are moving very fast. They have passed by the Avenue of the Golden Fleece, the Twelfth Avenue …"
He suddenly raised his head. "Ah, I think I recognize them. It's the White Lion Legion. This is their old trick of attacking from two sides."
Brando suddenly found it funny. It was actually them.
"They want to outflank us." Maynild coldly replied, "This is a trap."
"Those Northerners are quite brave. They attracted everyone's attention to the Black Blade Squad, but secretly mobilized the White Lion Squad." Brando sneered as he raised his head and looked at the strange phenomenon of the Divine Weapon resonating in the sky. "It's just to satisfy Cruz's demands. He doesn't even feel the slightest bit of heartache."
Everyone's face darkened. The situation now was very clear. The king's eldest son must have used the Lionheart Sword as a bargaining chip to convince the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Otherwise, under the surveillance of the Kirrlutz, the White Lion Legion would not have been able to quietly transfer thousands of people to Ampere Seale.
Not only that, Seifer had openly persuaded Cruz's men to come personally. In fact, whether the Lionheart Sword appeared in Ampere Seale or not, it would belong to the Holy Cathedral of Fire in the future. With the manpower and resources of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, it would be easy to find a sword in the small Erouine.
Not to mention, the other party had several other parts that could resonate with the Lionheart Sword.
But perhaps the other party did not expect Oderfeiss's soul to be in the White Lion Legion all this time. Perhaps this was the so-called "Man proposes, God disposes". The sudden resonance of the Divine Weapon also reminded Brando.
Wood, Wood. Brando could not help but shake his head. He was still too reliant on the judgment of his previous life. That old man Wood was indeed a close friend of Tuman and was also an upright and neutral person. But other than that, he had forgotten that Wood was also a high-ranking member of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, a Kirrlutzian.
The importance of the Flaming Blade Oderfeiss to the Holy Cathedral of Fire was self-evident. More importantly, the Holy War was as important to him as it was to Moros.
Those Northerners were really patient.
But unfortunately, they gave him a last chance.
The resonance of the Divine Weapon had exposed his position, but it also exposed the other party's intentions. Brando could not help but be sarcastic. The Holy Cathedral of Fire still did not understand that the battlefield was already under his control.
Soon, the other party would regret it. He turned around.
"Maynild, please order the army to turn around. This is our last chance."
The female Knight looked up and glanced at him.
She nodded silently.
The sound of a horn could be heard.
Hollande tightened his grip on the reins. He could already hear the sound of the horn echoing in the air. This was not an attack, but a retreat. But now, he had no choice. He saw the soldiers in grayish-white armor pouring out from the alleys in front and behind him.
The Kingdom's White Lion Legion!
Hollande felt his heart tighten, but he reacted quickly. "It's an ambush. Go into that alley!" At this time, the five NCOs and Knights displayed exquisite coordination. They pulled on the reins at the same time, turned around, and clamped on the horse's belly at the same time. Then, they turned around and jumped into the side of the alley.
"Faster! Faster! Don't stop! " But soon, Hollande saw the same soldiers appear at the other end of the alley. They seemed to be heavy infantry, and there were two rows of about ten of them. He immediately shouted, "The White Lion Legion is infantry. Speed up, charge through them!"
But the White Lion Legion reacted quickly. As soon as they appeared at the entrance of the alley, they set up tower shields in front and spears in the back.
The spears they were using were the special equipment of the White Lion Legion. They were modified from the Wind Elves' Dragon-slaying Spears, and were very effective against cavalry.
Hollande's heart sank. The enemy's tactics were too good. He wished he was riding on Cruz's dragon. Only the dragon's armor plate, which was more than seven millimeters thick, could withstand a blow from the White Lion Legion's spears.
He turned around and saw the White Lion Legion charging into the alley. The one leading the charge was a White Lion Legion with a heavy shield in one hand and a battle axe in the other. The White Lion Legion's light infantry had already raised their longbows. Hollande finally realized that the rain had stopped, and the projectile weapons were finally put to use.
This was one disaster after another.
Hollande turned around and squinted his eyes. The rows of White Lion Legion's spears were getting closer and closer. The patterns on the spears were clear, but they were slightly different from the ones he saw in the north.
Did the White Lion Legion improve their weapons again?
The White Lion Legion was indeed the best in the kingdom. But they were not inferior to the White Lion Legion in any way. It was just that they were at a great disadvantage.
Let's make a last stand.
Hollande tightened his grip on his sword. The White Lion Light Infantry behind him had already let go of their bowstrings. The sharp sound of arrows piercing through the air could be heard from afar. Then, Hollande felt a few heavy impacts on his back.
It hurt a little, but fortunately, he did not wear it. But his aim was terrible. He was glad that the White Lion Legion was not known for their long-range attacks. Hollande had regretted this more than once, but now that the White Lion Legion was on his opposite side, he was glad that he did not jinx it.
But the spears were getting closer and closer.
"Put in more effort, brothers!" He suddenly raised the sword in his hand and roared with all his remaining strength.
"For Erouine, forward!" The Knight beside him roared.
But at that moment, Hollande heard a faint voice shouting, "Split up! Split up! "Split up what? He was stunned. Suddenly, he saw the White Lion Legion's light infantry moving to the sides, creating a gap in the middle.
Chance!
Hollande was like a drowning man who had found a straw. He immediately screamed like the Knight who had charged at the enemy during the Battle of Grinoires, "Charge! Charge! "
No one wanted to die if they could. The officers were the same. Although they did not understand why the White Lion Legion had given them a chance, they had no other choice.
The five warhorses and the Knight on their backs passed through the White Lion Legion's spear formation in an instant. Hollande turned around and saw the spear formation closing up behind them.
Then, he saw the White Lion Legion's light infantry on the other side of the alley. They were drawing their bows again and releasing arrows. When he saw the sharp arrows leave the bowstrings, he suddenly realized something.
It was not that the White Lion Legion's aim was bad. They were aiming at the White Lion Legion's light infantry.
What was going on? Had the White Lion Legion split up?
Hollande's mind was in a mess. Then, he heard a voice calling out to him. "Hollande!" He turned around and saw a large group of students from the Royal Cavalry Academy gathered together, forming a torrent of cavalry.
The female Knight on horseback stared at him and shouted, "Hollande, get back to the team! We don't have time to talk, we have to break through to the south! "
"Bess? What's going on here? "
Hollande looked back at the White Lion Legion's light infantry. They were fighting with their comrades, but to his surprise, the White Lion Legion's light infantry were no match for the light infantry that had appeared later.
When he saw the White Lion Infantrymen blocking the entrance of the alleyway, he couldn't help but change his expression. "White Raven Swordsmanship? Could it be that these are the royal guards? "
"No, I don't know!" Bess shook her head. "They're here to help us, but I don't know what's going on!"
She tilted her head. "If you have any questions, you can ask the commander."
"Commander?"
Hollande turned around on his horse and immediately saw a slender figure standing upright on a warhorse. He could not help but look in that direction with reverence. "Is that also the commander's army?"
"It seems so."
"But how can he command the White Lion Legion?"
"No, Hollande. They're not the White Lion Legion. In fact, they're … "
"Hmm?"
"The White Lion Legion …"
The half-elf princess froze in place. She watched as the army walked out of the heavy rain and arrived in front of her. They then passed through her troops and entered the front line of the battlefield.
Her fingertips had turned white and were even trembling slightly.
Countless times, she had heard her father talk about this army in bedtime stories. They wore pure white armor and fought alongside the late king in the plains, mountains, and forests of Erouine. They defeated all their enemies and expanded their territory. They walked with virtue and valor. They were the strongest army that truly belonged to Erouine.
The White Lion Legion.
Countless times, she saw the shining flag in her dreams. Under the lead of her Knight, it came to her. And that glorious army seemed to have returned to Erouine and returned to the flag.
Countless times, she even thought that her father was still alive in this world and could see her achieve everything with his own eyes.
Countless times, she believed that she could succeed.
Until her father, who had always supported her, left her. Until the Royal Faction parted ways with her ideals. But today, her dreams had become reality.
The flag was right in front of her.
Behind Brando.
That army was currently walking under the flag. They were clad in pure white armor, and golden battle flags were engraved on their armor. There was not the slightest difference. When she saw that the army had defeated the White Lion Legion's attack, the half Fairy Princess could not help but look up at the sky.
At that moment, she seemed to have seen the wise eyes that had transcended time.
Brando did not expect that the army he had built with his own hands would have such a great impact on the princess. But how could he not be the same? Recreating this army was one of his dreams. But when he saw the birth of this army with his own eyes, he realized that his efforts had not been in vain.
The ancient army had returned. It was as if the king had personally handed it to him. Only Erouine's people could understand the meaning behind it.
But Brando knew that this was not the time to be sentimental. The White Lion Legion was still preparing to complete the encirclement. He only had one chance. He had to break out of the encirclement.
He had to take everyone with him.
He glanced around. The Knight Academy students had already gathered. These young people did not suffer any losses in the battle against the Coast Guards. But when the White Lion Legion attacked, almost one-tenth of them would be forever left on the battlefield.
They were still too young.
Brando's heart ached so much that he could barely speak. Fortunately, most of the heroes in history were fine. Only a few of them were slightly injured. The funniest thing was that Enrique actually fell off his horse when he broke through the Whitelion Legion's blockade and was crushed to death. If not for his companions who came to his rescue, he would probably have become a captive.
Thank goodness.
Brando turned around and gave Carglise a look. The current commander of the new White Lion Legion immediately nodded. Brando wanted the new White Lion Legion to protect the students on both sides. This did not mean that he did not care about the lives of the new White Lion Legion. It was because he believed that there was no possibility of these young people from Tónigel dying.
Everything was arranged properly. The new White Lion Legion and the Royal Cavalry Academy's cadets were indeed Aouine's most outstanding troops in this era. It took less than a quarter of an hour for the two armies to merge and turn around.
Brando raised his sword.
He looked proudly at the White Lion Legion in the distance. Finally, his battle plan was going to be realized. He would let the White Lion Legion be the first test subject.
Although it was not complete, it was enough to give some people a hard time.
Everyone looked up at the Halran Gaia that was pointed to the sky. At that moment, a golden halo spread out from Brando's body.
Conflict Halo.
Brando put down his sword and pointed forward.
"Charge!"
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