lpffa Chapter 258 258
Chapter 258 258
However, Prince Absab already knew that the enemy before him was stronger than he was.
Even so, Absab attacked.
Mr. Geminis waved his staff, and dozens of blades of grass glowed and moved swiftly, piercing Prince Absab's body and inflicting several deep, bleeding wounds.
"Prince, I repeat, you are weak. Furthermore, that power isn't even yours; there's no way you can fully master it," said Mr. Geminis.
Prince Absab was bleeding from his abdomen—a very painful wound. He had two wounds on his right thigh that were bleeding profusely, and on his left thigh, one of his bones had been severed by the attack; his arms and other parts of his body also bore serious injuries.
Even so, Prince Absab gripped his halberd tightly and leaped toward Mr. Gemini.
...
Blood continued to flow across the battlefield.
The imperial troops held the upper hand.
At that moment, some soldiers loyal to the Presial Kingdom began burning their mana circles or spiritual cores to use every last ounce of strength so they could hold out until Prince Absab returned.
"Attack!"
"Don't retreat!"
The commanders and deputy commanders of the Presial Kingdom tried to hold their ground.
Crash!
Commander Marzon swung his halberd, facing off with all his might against an imperial commander.
The Imperial commander was a tall, burly man who wore silver armor and wielded a heavy sword; his hair was short and black, and he had a dark gray goatee.
Commander Marzon's hands trembled after clashing several times with the Imperial commander's heavy sword.
"I won't be able to hold out much longer; it's clear that his power surpasses mine," Marzon thought as he took a deep breath and swung his halberd once more.
Boom!
The sword and the halberd clashed, and a shockwave rippled through the surrounding area.
Commander Marzon staggered back; the palms of his hands were sore and bleeding, yet he still held onto his halberd.
"You're strong, but not strong enough," the Imperial commander said to Marzon.
This time, the Imperial commander struck first.
The heavy sword was raised, and with a downward slash, Commander Marzon's left arm was severed. But at that very moment, Marzon ignited his spiritual core and poured all his strength into a surprise attack, driving his halberd through the Imperial commander's face and killing him.
The scene was shocking: the imperial soldiers under that imperial commander's command watched as his head was pierced by the enemy commander's halberd. Yet, despite the unexpected turn of events, it was the deputy commanders of the fallen imperial commander who effectively took charge.
Attack!
The enemy commander is weakened!
"I hope you defeat your enemies, Prince Absab," Commander Marzon thought of his disciple at that moment as he watched the imperial soldiers closing in on him.
The troops under Commander Marzon's command did not hesitate, and many burned through their power reserves to push themselves to the limit and defend their commander to the very end.
From the rear, at the Presial Kingdom's military camp, the demon and vice leader of the "Deep Sleep" guild sent a retreat signal to the demons under his command.
"We don't need to expose ourselves too much; those guys dressed in white and gold seem to be expert demon hunters," Lenquer thought of the apostles who had already killed several demons that day.
In the end, the empire's superiority became increasingly evident; one of the empire's deputy commanders managed to behead Commander Marzon, after which the imperial forces began to massacre the troops under the late Marzon's command.
Faced with this overwhelming disadvantage, many lords allied with the Presial Kingdom began to waver and feel fear in the face of the obvious odds.
"I curse you, Lord Miller," thought Lord Danev, who was directing some of his troops from the rear.
Lord Danev harbored resentment toward Lord Miller because he had initially dragged him into a punishment that caused him to lose a significant portion of his troops; and Lord Danev felt even more resentment now that the empire seemed to be overwhelming them relentlessly and mercilessly, and Lord Miller had fled the camp after that surprise attack on the Imperial camp.
"If the Empire wins today, that rat will surely find a way to save himself from the Empire's wrath," muttered Lord Danev, who was already beginning to consider the possibility of fleeing the battlefield with his remaining troops.
From the rear of the empire's military camp, the Superior Commander continued to watch the battle unfold.
At that moment, he was one of the first to be informed.
"Supreme Commander, you must keep watch over the rear of your army; some of the soldiers who were sleeping have awakened and are causing chaos. Do not let your guard down for a moment," was the message transmitted by a Golden Paladin through a magical communication device.
Although Rasgar Relvin did not fully understand the situation regarding the soldiers who had been sleeping due to that demon's powerful spell, as an experienced commander he did not hesitate to issue the necessary orders to the troops under his direct command to protect the rear of the military camp and to report any irregularities.
...
In a temple now lying in ruins—which just minutes earlier had stood majestic, honoring the "Endless Sky"—Apostle Mitchel and Apostle Alon were locked in a devastating battle.
Since a Golden Paladin and the troops under his command were still in the vicinity, the paladin and his soldiers helped evacuate the people who were in the areas near the temple.
Several minutes later, when the Golden Paladin—who wore a white tunic and a golden cloak—arrived at the scene of the battle, he was stunned to see the two apostles fighting.
"What's going on?" was the question that came to the mind of the paladin with green eyes, tanned skin, and black hair, who appeared to be about 30 years old.
Even so, despite the strong impression the unexpected scene made on him, the Golden Paladin did not hesitate to immediately report what was happening to the Minister of State, Gerard Retriev.