A terrifying green light emanated from beneath the mask of the leading knight, his eyes, seemingly capable of seducing the soul, interrogating the very spirit of the soldier before him.
The soldier was so frightened by the green light that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
"It's...it's the Kree! They broke in without a sound! We don't know what happened, there are flames and magic everywhere..."
The soldier covered his ears, lost in the horrific memories of the previous night.
"Oh...right, there's one more!"
The soldier seemed to recall something and described it with exaggerated gestures:
“Their armor had a mark that shone with white light! Like…”
Before the soldier could finish speaking, a lance had already pierced his chest.
The soldier's body was instantly pinned to the ground, blood gushing out, his eyes filled with terror and confusion.
The knight drew his lance, and the soldier's body fell limply to the ground.
"The Holy Knight..."
The knight said coldly.
At this moment, a lieutenant leaned closer to the knight and whispered:
"My lord, why kill him? He might have provided more clues."
The knight snorted coldly:
"The white light marker he mentioned shouldn't be known to more people. These Kree are not simple; anyone who dares to launch such a direct attack here is either a madman or incredibly powerful."
The lieutenant suddenly realized and nodded in agreement.
The knight looked around; the town, ravaged by war, was a scene of devastation, with the acrid smell of gunpowder permeating the ruins.
"Pass down the order to strengthen defenses. Since the Kree dare to invade so openly, they must have a backup plan. At the same time, send someone to report the whereabouts of the Holy Knights."
The knight gave the order, his voice steady and firm.
The soldiers accepted the order in unison and quickly sprang into action.
"Wither Blade, clean it up, and soon we'll be able to meet these Light Vein lackeys..."
…………
The perspective shifts to Linde's side. After marching for a day and a night, Linde finally returned to his camp.
This trip can be described as a very successful one.
Each soldier was laden with all sorts of gold and silver treasures, as well as various valuable materials.
There are plenty of monster materials, enchanting items, and alchemy potions.
And three noblemen from Sassa.
Two viscounts and one baron.
After dumping all these things on the soldiers in the camp, Lind casually cast a cleanse spell and lay down on the bed without moving.
"Nix, I need to rest. If anyone calls for me, just wake me up..."
Nix darted out of Lind's shadow, lay down beside him, and said:
"Yes, Master... Meow?"
Before Nix could finish speaking, Lind was already fast asleep.
Linde has been exhausted these past two days. No matter how much Nix teases him, Linde remains unmoved.
With no other option, Nix had to carry out the task Lind had given her.
"Seriously, meow..."
Nix twirled the dagger in her hand and began to caress the small dagger that Linde had given her.
This is now her second favorite thing after honey and Lind.
…………
Meanwhile, far away on the front lines, in a fortified fortress of the Sass Empire.
The man reading the military newspaper was furious, and the paper in his hand naturally became the target of his anger.
"Bang!"
A form was slammed onto the table.
A middle-aged man dressed in aristocratic attire from Saxony launched into a tirade of profanities:
"These Oak people dare to try and fool me like this, saying they'll come back in half a month, screw them..."
After a string of vulgarities, the middle-aged man finally stopped and began to analyze the current situation.
Just then, there was a knock on the study door.
"Please come in."
A woman dressed in revealing clothing walked in, but whose face was not visible.
"It's you..."
The middle-aged man's words revealed a deep sense of apprehension.
"Don't be so wary, Oberon. That's not how the Crowe family's ancestral teachings are supposed to be..."
The middle-aged man before them was the commander-in-chief of the border of the Sass Empire, and the current Earl of the Crowe family: Oberon Crowe.
The graceful woman slowly walked to Oberon's side and whispered softly in his ear:
“Oberon, I’ve come to give you an opportunity…”
"The Kree are backed by the Holy Knights for this operation. If you can annihilate all of them here, our church will reward you..."
As she spoke, she licked her lips, as if she had already decided to have him completely under her control.
Oberon remained unmoved by this teasing; he knew how ambitious this woman, outwardly flirtatious but inwardly venomous, truly was.
Valeria, nicknamed: The Tomb of Blood.
As her name suggests, countless people have already died at her feet, and he doesn't want to be the next one.
"Alright, when will the Orks support the front line? The Kree here have already started to make moves."
"Oh? I'm all ears."
"Grinburg is currently under siege. Although there aren't many soldiers besieging it, they simply can't spare any more troops at this critical juncture."
"And I suspect this is a trap, designed to lure [The Withering Blade] into a trap..."
The mere mention of this mysterious team sent a chill down Oberon's spine.
Oberon frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said:
"If Greenburg falls, our defenses will be severely compromised, and we must send reinforcements."
But 'The Withering Blade'...they must have made thorough preparations to lure him out; this trap must be guarded against."
Valeria chuckled softly.
“If you dare not touch the ‘Withering Blade,’ what about the Holy Knights? I’ve heard they’re colluding with the Kree. If you can eliminate them, you’ll not only lift the siege of Grinburg, but the Church will also reward you handsomely.”
Oberon's eyes flickered. The Holy Knights were indeed a major threat, but it was too difficult to bring in reinforcements from other places now.
"I need to think about it."
Oberon said. Valeria leaned closer, her fingers lightly tracing his cheek.
"Oberon, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You'll miss it if you don't take it now."
Just then, a soldier rushed into the study.
"My lord, news has come from Grinburg that the enemy's offensive is becoming increasingly fierce, and they may not be able to hold out for much longer!"
Oberon's heart tightened; it seemed there was no time to hesitate any longer.
"Forget it, we can't worry about that now. Let's bring that out. Even though it's just an experiment, it's enough to teach these arrogant Kree a lesson."
At this moment, Valeria frowned and asked hesitantly:
"Isn't it a bit too early to take it out so soon?"
"It doesn't matter."
After making up his mind, Oberon relaxed and said:
"Anyway, it's only a matter of time before it goes into battle, so why not use it now to break the deadlock and let those self-proclaimed righteous Holy Punishment Knights see what they're made of."
"What is judgment!"
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