Six catapults, along with two large field trebuchets, unleashed massive boulders in conjunction with the White Horse Lord's charge, viciously hurling huge rocks at the rebel forces of the David Felesev Empire. The question was no longer whether reinforcements would arrive; it was that they were about to be defeated and taken prisoner by the White Horse Lord!

The subsequent 750 support troops will require time to arrive!

This is also the key reason why David Felesev sought peace with Lord Su Yue of the White Horse, because they needed to buy time... but judging from the current situation... they might not be able to wait for further reinforcements!

David Felesev looked up at the sky in disbelief.

"Sir, be careful!!"

His personal guards immediately protected the gloomy, cloaked old man.

"boom!!!"

Huge boulders kicked up dust outside the woods, and over 30 bodies, blown to pieces, lay scattered. Pebbles grazed David Felesev's face. Blood dripping from his face and the pale light filtering through the dense forest seemed to outline a pallor on his features. That pallor symbolized despair.

"We're going to lose...we're going to lose!!!"

David Felesev's trachea was strangely open and closed.

He is a seasoned veteran.

But he never expected to encounter someone like the White Horse Lord.

"My lord, pull yourself together!"

A deafening roar, accompanied by the exploding sounds of eight catapults, drowned out the cries for advice. They had never anticipated defeat would come so swiftly, so suddenly… but the fact remained, they were about to be defeated. The formation of 300 peasant archers was thrown into complete chaos, with countless archers switching to swords to fight.

Morale had already begun to waver when the enemy was attacked from the side.

The explosion of the catapult at that moment turned the commotion into a rout.

The white flag was raised high in the air.

This is not a problem that can be solved by simply increasing the number of troops; it is a rout—David Felesev's troops have begun a massive rout!

"My lord, let's retreat!"

"The White Horse Lord is invincible... If we go and meet up with Lord Osborne Heywood, there's still a chance."

David Felesev's eyes were red as he led his troops in a retreat. But the question was: would the White Horse Lord, with his superior force of eight Tier 5 Griffins, allow them to withdraw from the battlefield so easily? Under such overwhelming superiority, and with both tactics and strategy failing, David Felesev knew that even a retreat required him to be mindful of the White Horse Lord's wishes!

How tragic!

"How terrifying!!"

The former was describing himself, while the latter was evaluating the White Horse Lord's tactical prowess and strategic abilities... Whether it was using low-tier troops as high-tier troops, his formidable morale, or the boost his command provided to his subordinates; these were all factors related to ability. What terrified David Felesev the most was the opponent's ability to see through tactical intentions.

All his tactics were figured out.

Even the delusion of waiting for reinforcements was shattered by the rapid infiltration and pincer attack on the right flank... At this moment, the White Horse Lord seemed to have become a god in his eyes. David Felesev was not a believer in any sect, and he had not joined either the Franciscan Church or the Holy See.

Otherwise, faith would be his greatest comfort at this moment.

...

Of the ten cavalrymen led by Walter Lawrence, only two remained by his side.

The bloodied fifth-tier noble knight commander watched as the second-tier infantry regiment at the front was routed head-on, as if being gutted by hyenas, and was ambushed and infiltrated by the swarming White Horse Lord's dwarf soldiers... falling into a state of chaos and lack of command.

The deafening roar of a massive catapult reached Walter Lawrence's ears; he was covered in blood.

Blood was dripping from behind his ears and on his forehead...

A cavalryman beside him looked at him tremblingly: "My lord... I, I choose to fight to the last moment..." The horse neighed, and the body fell to the right.

The white horse lord before him seemed to be in a nightmare, watching with great interest the cavalrymen of Walter Lawrence who had charged towards him.

"May I have your name?"

Lord White Horse asked.

He was extremely handsome, with a typical Eastern face, and accompanied by a female lieutenant with long chestnut hair, wearing silver armor and a gray shirt. In addition, there was a hideous creature with a pale, frog-like face, so ugly that it could give ordinary people nightmares and could play the role of a demon or ghost from hell at night.

This was Walter Lawrence's first impression of General White Horse.

"Walter Lawrence..."

The White Horse Lord walked towards him calmly.

A brilliant light appeared in Walter Lawrence's eyes...

"Do you want to assassinate him?" the White Horse Lord asked.

Meanwhile, Walter Lawrence was already showing signs of fatigue, exhaustion, and serious injury. Humans are not tireless machines; the forced march of a large army requires physical exertion, even involving the abandonment of supplies and provisions. The Imperial rebels were not actually fully prepared; they had previously engaged in carnage and fighting within the human Empire's territory.

Walter Lawrence raised his longsword, his vision already blurred by blood, his eyelids like two iron gates trying to close.

The tinnitus caused by being bombarded by large field catapults made it difficult for him to hear the sounds around him.

It sounded like a faint sound coming from a very distant place.

"Clang!"

Su Yue casually flicked his wrist.

Walter Lawrence's longsword flew out and landed on the horse carcass beside him...

"I'm giving you a chance: pledge your allegiance to me... or die on the battlefield with your comrades."

Walter Lawrence's vision blurred, everything turned deathly white, and he knelt on one knee...

"You, an imperial rebel, have been burning, killing, and looting under that guy's name again? What's his name again? Da something?"

The perfectly groomed, chestnut-haired female adjutant said, "David Felesev..."

Lord White Horse laughed, "Alright, Europa, I understand, David Felesev. These people's names are really hard to remember... Send someone to capture him, don't let him escape."

"clear."

Walter Lawrence looked up, his eyes filled with defeat, his face splattered with mud.

In contrast, the white horse lord's body was clean and holy.

"Do you want to live?"

"Sir, his ears have been blown off."

"I see."

"Do you want to live?" Su Yue thought that since he had made a mistake, he would try again. He bent down and asked Walter Lawrence in the midst of the chaotic battlefield.

Walter Lawrence's Adam's apple bobbed... and he nodded.

"Then pledge your allegiance to me."

"Aren't knights supposed to fight for their masters? If you pledge your loyalty to me, your life should be spared, right?"

Walter Lawrence knelt on the ground and looked up at Su Yue.

He slowly lowered his once noble head, that of a knight-noble. At this moment, before this white-horse general, there were no so-called noble knight leaders, no fifth-tier heroes; there was only a defeated man bowing his head to the victor, setting aside all pride and glory.

"Take him back to our territory and prepare to deal with the remaining troops. We're leaving."

Ragnar, the diving scout from Innsmouth, had already informed Su Yue of all the intelligence regarding the reinforcements; he now had only a little over 400 men left. Continuing the fight was certainly an option, but Su Yue still planned to return to his territory and observe the situation.

The main reason was that the soldiers under his command were exhausted.

Moreover, he needs to transport all eight catapults back as soon as possible... If even one is destroyed in battle, Su Yue's mentality will probably collapse.

"We can't take the bodies back...too many people have died..."

“Let Abraham do it himself.”

Su Yue pondered.

He didn't care about Walter Lawrence's character or morality at all when he chose to bring him under his command. Su Yue felt absolutely no psychological pressure in accepting this ruthless and wicked leader of the imperial rebel cavalry—what kind of monsters were living in his territory?

Followers of the Devil Cult, second-stage moneylenders, slave traders, gamblers, and bankrupts within the Devil Cult.

evil?

Excuse me, but Abraham was a real devil!

He is afraid of everything except the involvement and erosion of evil forces.

Trying to outdo me in evil?

Who is more evil than Cthulhu and the Great Old Ones? Who is more terrifying than the evil gods in the Cthulhu Mythos? In his view, no matter how brutal and ruthless Walter Lawrence was, he couldn't possibly be more troublesome than Abraham. He could even control Abraham, a genuine great devil, so why couldn't he control a mere leader of an Imperial rebel cavalry?

At this moment, Su Yue was looking at the lord's log information!

"Congratulations, player! You have achieved an epic victory in this glorious battle! You have defeated over 1000 Legions: Human Empire rebel forces, and obtained: 640,000 gold units, 2441 lumber, 520 Tier 1 weapons, 202 Tier 2 armor pieces, 46 Tier 3 weapons, and 14 Tier 4 armor pieces..."

"Because of your outstanding performance, the title of 'White Horse Lord' has begun to circulate throughout the human empire."

"Your scout, Ragnar of Innsmouth, has successfully conducted a counter-reconnaissance mission. The dwarven scout force witnessed the entire course of your battle. Your dwarven reputation +1."

“Abraham stole battlefield souls, your battlefield soul count -500.”

"???"

Su Yue suddenly saw a message in the lord's log.

Damn it, a huge group of merchants, farmers, and refugees following behind Abraham all rushed over and began frantically collecting gold, silver, treasures, weapons, and armor from the corpse. Su Yue had been wondering why the looting was happening so fast, since the battle required players to collect their own equipment.

"That sixth brother!"

Abraham's distinctive upturned mustache was very distinctive. He looked at Su Yue with a smile and said, "Great master, you have won another great victory! I didn't expect to capture a hero of the human empire... Although his soul is not pure and he has some malice, those are minor issues, aren't they?"

"...What the hell have you been doing in my territory again?"

Abraham laughed and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing... Great master, your fame as Lord of the White Horse has spread far and wide, and as your subject, I am also honored."

"..."

"Speak, what do you want?"

Abraham whispered something to Su Yue, and Su Yue was speechless at what the first member of the territory council said.

"Beggar monks? A monastic order from the Holy See?"

Abraham said, “You must do me justice! Their Holy Order’s church is going too far! They’ve actually come to our Devil’s Church’s territory to preach… and they’re even trying to recruit refugees to their church for baptism, to join their so-called holy and bright faith? My lord, this isn’t just a slap in my face, it’s a slap in yours!”

"..."

Su Yue frowned slightly. He was unaware of the reactions from Europa and the Holy Alliance before, but now it seemed that the establishment of the Devil's Sect had attracted the attention of the local Vatican.

Abraham laughed, “We also captured two Chosen One players.”

"oh?"