|3rd POV|
The fight between the Southern and Central Nobles reached its peak.
Coming from the north, Alexander Cunningham led the Royal Army on the battlefield.
"Charges!"
Alexander roars as he leads the cavalry into the city after the ram manages to destroy the gate. The cavalry roars and follows him to the gate, where Alexander swings his long sword, killing all the people standing in front of him.
His sword shines with power as he uses his mana to increase the length of his sword and increase its cutting capabilities.
When he arrives in front of a massive shield wall with a long spear pointing at him, Alexander takes a deep breath, roars, and swings his sword,
"RAAAAA!"
A crescent-shaped energy appears from his sword, cuts through the spear, and shields like a hot knife through butter. This action allowed the other cavalry to safely break through the formation without too many casualties and wreak havoc on the enemy’s formation and morale.
"Split! Make a path!"
At his order, the cavalry split into two. Alexander takes the left side while Duke Verqur takes the right side. The cavalry divides the enemy’s army into two and creates a path for the infantry to enter the fight, attacking from the flank of the enemy while they are busy fighting against the cavalry.
It does not take long before Alexander and his army make the enemy retreat and surrender. With the enemy surrender, he looks toward the massive castle in the distance and says.
"Unit One and Two! With me! We will end this battle!"
Alexander takes two hundred men with him to storm the castle before his target manages to run away.
And true to his instinct, they can see the lord preparing to run away when they arrive. Sadly for him, Alexander jumped off his horse and cut down the horse the enemy lord used. He looks at the fat lord in front of him in disgust.
He ignores his plea and attempts to bribe him with all the money he has. He only spits at the fat lord and kicks him in the jaw, strong enough to make the fat lord fall to the ground, unconscious. As much as he wants to kill the lord, killing him here will bring nothing to him.
The fat bastard is still a lord, and if he kills him in battle, he will be known as the lord who died in battle.
However, when he takes him to court, his crime will be known, and no one can claim his land because he is a traitor to the crown. No one wants to claim that you are someone who is close to the traitor to the crown.
At least the king promises him that he will be the one to kill these lords. That promise let him hold back his bloodlust.
He looks at his army for a few seconds. He can see the eager face greet him. He gives them a large grin, raises his sword, and roars.
"Victory is ours!!!"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
The roar of victory spread across the city as the army outside the castle heard the victory cry from the army in the castle grounds.
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Alexander and his army are not the only people who are reaching their peak. Julian and Jonathan also reach the peak of the fight as Julian releases a massive blast of lightning to destroy the wall after the barrier around the city disappears.
Julian and his unit bombard the city using the mages they bring with them, destroying the barrier around the city. When they destroy the barrier, Julian uses his power to destroy the wall by repeatedly releasing a powerful blast of lightning, creating a large hole for him and his unit to climb through the hole he makes.
The army inside the city immediately moves to stand behind the hole Julian creates, but they do not know that it is not the real plan.
In the chaotic battlefield, they do not see that Jonathan and his unit are already taking over the eastern part of the wall, the opposite of the hole Julian created.
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His unit runs through the wall and lands on the ground, searching for the hidden room where the enemy hides the room that contains the lever to open the gate. Twenty people search around the gate while Jonathan and his eighty elite soldiers hold back the enemies.
The ten people stomp the ground, searching for unusual sounds, and when they find them, one of them shouts.
"We found them, boss!"
"Perfect! Open it!"
He nods and uses his hammer to punch through the hidden wooden door. With the help of the others, they rip open the door, and the shielders move first to block the enemies inside the room.
"Twenty of you! Help them! We need to hurry up! We cannot last long. The others already noticed us."
Jonathan and his unit use the chaotic battlefield to their advantage, but the others start to notice them. More and more people charge at him and his unit. Lucky for him and his unit, his men manage to break through the small unit inside the hidden room and open the gate for the others.
Julian grins at the sight of the gate opening and immediately orders his unit to split.
"Units Four and Six! Through the hole! The rest of you! With me! Charges!"
Julian runs toward the gate with a grin on his face as he releases more lightning from his body to enchant his body and fry any opponent standing in his way.
"For our Young Lord! For our Savior! For Duty and Honor! For Shadowfall!"
"RAAAA!"
The others follow his roar and shake the very ground with how loud their roars are. The morale of the people in front of them gets even lower than before. Julian swings his great sword, and each time he swings it, a rain of gore appears around him.
It does not take long before he arrives next to Jonathan, gives him a grin, and says.
"Take you long enough, Jon."
"Bah! They hide the room too well."
"Excuse!"
The two of them move as one, creating a combination of sight that usually only appears in legend and fantasy stories. Julian moves like lightning and tornadoes. He is a force of nature. Each of his swings will spell doom, and each time he moves, the world trembles. Jonathan, on the other hand, is like a dancer. He moves around the battlefield like a dancer, captivating his audience. His dance is the dance of death; each time he moves, he reaps souls.
It does not take long before the two of them kill enough people for the enemies to surrender. When they are surrendered, the two of them immediately start running with all their power to the castle in the distance.
They kill anyone on their path and blast the gate outside the castle and the door to the castle itself. However, as they walk to the throne room, their faces turn to frowns.
In front of them is the dead lord of the castle. Sitting on the ground next to the throne is a knife. Julian grumbles and says.
"Tch. Coward."
He shakes his head and walks to the corpse. He cuts his head and brings it outside the castle, where he can see the others arrive at the castle. He raises the lord’s head and roars.
"Victory!"