Pioneer Lord: I Have Conquering System

Therefore, when one’s power could rise no higher, reputation became paramount. This Demon war, large enough to engulf the entire Southern Territory, was the perfect battlefield for earning fame and status.

It wasn’t just Fulina; in this restless era, everyone was desperately seeking a chance to prove themselves.

This war should have drawn the world’s attention, but inexplicably, no news came from the south. As a result, everyone subconsciously assumed Damon had dealt with the Demons and was on his way back. This also conveniently explained why the scouts had never returned.

Only when Andao fell and the Demons arrived before Kolon City did they realize something was wrong.

As a "Duke on Horseback," Fulina possessed a pride that far exceeded that of other Dukes. One could see hints of this in her blatant disregard for the King’s rebukes.

But this didn’t mean she was arrogant or overbearing. On the contrary, she was extremely cautious.

Therefore, she took the Demons—who had managed to completely seal off the White Bone Fortress and prevent any word from getting out—very seriously.

This led to the reinforcements that followed, and the series of letters dispatched with utmost urgency to the Royal City and the other two Dukes, informing the world of the true situation in the south.

If the people in power weren’t complete and utter idiots, then reinforcements from the rear would arrive not long after they reached the White Bone Fortress.

In other words, if everything went as hoped, they were merely the vanguard.

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Inside a cramped corner tower, furnished with nothing more than simple plank beds and an old table, the space served as a temporary lounge and conference room. It wasn’t that the White Bone Fortress lacked spare rooms.

Rather, this location was directly on the fortress walls, allowing for the quickest possible decision-making.

A handsome young man strode toward the figure at the table, stopping just as his shadow was about to fall over him.

"Sir Damon, Sir Lancelot and the others are ready."

The blond man, built like a bear, seemed to be napping. Mudehan knew he had been exhausted for a long time and couldn’t bear to disturb him, but this matter was too important. Everyone had been preparing for a long time; there could be no delays.

"Mm," Damon’s eyes snapped open as if he had merely been in deep thought.

But a closer look revealed an exhaustion in his eyes that he couldn’t hide.

The prolonged battles and frayed nerves had left even the "Highland Golden Lion" unable to conceal his weariness.

As long as they couldn’t close the Space Channel and stop the Demons from reinforcing their ranks at will, this war would never end.

Therefore, they had stopped focusing on closing the Space Channel. Instead, they poured all their strength into finding a way to break out, send out letters detailing the situation, and let the outside world know how grim things had become so that reinforcements would be sent.

But now, the number of Demons had reached an unimaginable level. They had surrounded the White Bone Fortress in layer after layer, sealing it off completely.

If they committed all their elite forces to the breakout, the enemy would surely do everything to bog them down, then conquer the greatly weakened White Bone Fortress before finishing them off.

Thus, planning the right allocation of troops, along with the timing and route for the breakout, was a matter that required careful deliberation.

After a full night of discussion, they decided to break out at the first light of dawn.

They didn’t attempt to break out at night because, for these Demons, the darkness was their element.

When the two of them stepped outside, the sky was still pitch-black, but they could just barely make out the silhouettes of their surroundings. They followed the fortress wall to an open area not far from the gate.

"Sir, you’ve arrived."

A Knight in Golden Armor emerged from around a corner, followed by rows of silent, resolute Knights, fully armed and armored.

They were fully equipped, and beside each stood a Haka Golden Lion, their companions since childhood.

Although these Magical Beasts couldn’t wield Elemental Power, their Power, speed, and size far surpassed that of warhorses. When they charged, their sheer intimidating presence was enough to scare off any rabble.

Even without a Knight’s command, they could kill a yak with a single swipe of their claws or snap the spine of a wild boar with one bite.

They were undoubtedly the elite of the cavalry. Across all the ground Cavalry Corps in Debei, it would be difficult to find their match.

Therefore, it naturally fell to these powerful warriors to draw the bulk of the enemy’s attention in this life-or-death breakout.

If not for the heavy losses they suffered in the battle to storm the Bloody Mountain Range, they would have been confident in breaking out on their own.

But now, with their numbers just over one thousand, they no longer had that capability.

"When the first rays of sunlight fall and make our armor shine once more, that is when we charge." Damon offered no inspiring speech. Everything that needed to be said had been said. The fact that they were standing here at this moment said it all; they had all cast aside thoughts of life and death.

"For glory!"

All the Knights of the Golden Lion Group let out a low roar, raising their longswords high.

Though they weren’t Knights in the truest sense of the word, they still upheld the principles of justice, honor, and the like.

At this moment, this war was no longer fought for any single person, but for all of humanity in Debei.

This was a war between Races!

Damon mounted his own Golden Lion. This beast, much like him, was the king among the Haka Golden Lions.

Its limbs were thick, its body enormous. The dense, magnificent mane on its neck billowed wildly in the wind, and its gaze was one of utter disdain for all it surveyed.

Damon looked toward the eastern gate of the White Bone Fortress. That was where Lancelot, commander of the Griffin Knight Order, was positioned. The two of them would launch their breakout at the same time from different locations.

This would effectively divide the Demons’ attention and force them to split their forces.

But the real breakout force was not them; it was a small squad at the north gate.

Time passed in a flash. The first ray of sunlight fell, brilliantly illuminating the tip of Damon’s raised longsword.

"Charge!"

The gates slowly opened. Thousands of Golden Armor Knights charged out into the dawn light. Like Warriors from a Divine Kingdom, they leveled their lances and roared as they rushed toward the distant Demon camp.

At the same time, to the east, hundreds of Griffin Knights beat their wings and raced eastward.

A fierce wind sent the flags atop the fortress walls whipping and snapping.

Although their purpose was to draw attention, if they saw a chance to break through the encirclement, they would take it without hesitation.

On an inconspicuous section of the White Bone Fortress’s walls, dozens of Holy Knights carrying Giant Swords were gathered.

"Your Highness, Damon and Lancelot have made their move."

A Holy Knight squad leader looked respectfully at the ethereally beautiful young woman before him. Her mere presence made him feel as if the Holy Light itself was watching over him, deepening his piety.

"Little lady, it’s time for us to go." Bodoff tightened his belt. A refined longsword hung at his waist, and he held a Mage’s Magic Staff in his hand.

He had the distinct air of one who practiced Magic and Martial Dual Cultivation.

Although the old man from the Mage Tower was a bona fide Caster, in terms of physique, he was no less imposing than the towering Holy Knights.

Moreover, it was said that Master Bodoff had been a Swordsmanship Master in his youth and had only taken up Magic later in life.

But his Talent proved to be so exceptional that he caught up and even surpassed his peers, becoming just as skilled as Mages of his own age.

From their position, they could only faintly hear the distant sounds of battle and couldn’t see the specifics of the fight.

However, a commotion stirred in the Demon camp on the plains ahead. They could vaguely make out a tide of figures surging toward the source of the battle cries.

Fatir knew this meant Damon and Lancelot’s plan had succeeded. Although it hadn’t drawn away all the Demons from this area, the result was still excellent.

The enemy was no longer focused on their position, and with their small numbers, their chances of breaking through the defensive line were now much higher.

Her lips parted, and the chant was over almost as soon as it began. Before anyone could react, the entire group was blessed with the Holy Light Rapid Movement Technique and a Stealth Skill.

The speed was nearly that of an instant-cast spell.

"Young people are so nimble-tongued these days," Bodoff marveled from the side.

"Let’s move out." Fatir’s expression remained unchanged, as if she only revealed her true nature in front of a certain person.

The group began to sneak out of the city.

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