Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
The defense line is crumbling.
Alicia thought to herself on the battlefield filled with blood and furious war cries as she unleashed more and more spells.
The battle intensified after Duke Brookley personally joined the frontline to tie down the Ascart soldiers. As the fight dragged out longer than expected, the weakness of the Ascarts’ forces started to show, be it their lacking military prowess or the poor coordination between the heretics and the Ascarts’ personal army.
Minor flaws proved to be fatal under a situation of extreme stress, let alone major ones. Alicia finally understood the importance of practical battle experience.
She might know the theories of warfare, but Duke Brookley was a true veteran who had commanded over a hundred battles. His ability to read the tides of battle and adapt accordingly wasn’t something that a newbie like her could match.
Slowly but surely, Alicia could feel herself getting cornered.
We won’t be able to shake off the enemies if we continue fighting. If I summon the demonic beasts here, they might not be able to discriminate between allies and enemies. That might just worsen the situation instead.
What should I do?
The thought that her family’s elite troops might be wiped out in her hands filled her with fright. The immense self-reproach she felt made her eyes redden. Just as she thought she was going to fall into despair, she suddenly noticed that the enemy’s momentum was, for some reason, slowing down.
The Sezes were still advancing on them, but those in the back of the army had slowed their footsteps for some reason. Perplexed, Duke Brookley turned around with a tight frown to see what was happening.
Hm? This is…
All of a sudden, Alicia sensed a familiar mana pulsation that pulled at her heartstring. From a distant mountain, a man on horseback, all alone, was charging across the plain in their direction.
It was a black-haired man.
The Silver-winged Eagle in the sky gave him an overview of the battlefield, allowing him to discern the formations of his enemies and allies.
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