The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

If he could achieve an unparalleled feat, such as helping the "Orthodox" Jelock Your Majesty reclaim the throne, his pursuit of justice might forge a new legend, making him a hero in that brand-new epic, and thereby breakthrough the bottleneck of his soul.

Unfortunately, it seems the Divine did not acknowledge his nobility, and he ultimately perished in that destined calamity.

On the other end of the battlefield, the flank battle also ignited simultaneously.

The Campbell breastplate cavalry, composed of commoners, successfully outflanked the noble alliance forces under the destructive suppression of their own cannons.

Without protection from the Trident Knights, the hastily armed flank phalanx of peasants posed no real threat.

Some cavalry fell amidst the gunfire, but it was far from enough to halt their charge, nor could it extinguish their resolve to fight for the Grand Duke Your Majesty!

"For the Grand Duke Your Majesty —!"

"For Campbell!"

"Charge!"

The galloping centurions shouted the familiar slogans, causing the peasants on the other side who also heard the cries to be momentarily disoriented.

They believed themselves to be the sacred side, so why is the opposing force also shouting for Your Majesty and for Campbell?

No matter whether they were charging or being charged at, neither side had the time to contemplate where they stood on the chessboard.

As the well-trained breastplate cavalry sliced into the phalanx, already thrown into chaos from artillery fire like a sharp blade, the rebel army's flank position instantly shattered like an avalanche!

The centurion fighting for Earl Derek widened his blood-red eyes.

He brandished his saber, reprimanding the fleeing peasants, trying to salvage the collapsing situation, but was pierced through the throat by a charging riding spear.

Soon, the breastplate cavalry that crushed the rebel flanks did not linger in battle, but instead, followed the sound of cannon fire straight to the rebel artillery positions, overturning the mortars and smoothbore cannons.

Seeing the rebel flank and rear collapse, the young commanding officer Sir Wesley did not miss the opportunity of war, decisively ordered his subordinates to sound the attack horn.

"Advance—!"

The Grand Duke's army began to press forward, a war line over ten kilometers wide moving like an overturned bowl, closing in on the noble alliance army, which had three times their number.

Conversely, the noble alliance's battle line twisted amidst the resounding gunfire, chaos spreading from the flank to the center!

The destruction of the Trident Knights especially caught the noble alliance off guard, leaving them stunned on the spot.

They had never witnessed such staggering firepower, nor did they anticipate their Grand Duke's ruthless decisiveness, annihilating the Campbell Duchy's elite forces without leaving a trace.

Noble wars differ from peasant uprisings, although equally cruel to peasants, nobles traditionally show leniency.

Even if they captured Campbell Castle, they would not harass Edward's family like the Green Forest Army, perhaps merely find an isolated island in the Vortex Sea to confine them.

Ultimately, Earl Derek and the Northern Vassals were not seeking to usurp the duchy's title, only to change the duchy's ruler, who would still be a direct heir of the Campbell family.

If they were unfortunate to fail, their families most likely wouldn't lose their fief, merely replaced by a Royal Family designated heir.

Even with Ryan Royal Family's mediation, it was negotiable, for the duchy, though independent of the Royal Court, couldn't act recklessly.

But now—

Witnessing the Trident Knights reduced to dust, those medium and small nobles allied with Earl Derek suddenly became uncertain whether this remained a "glorious war."

They didn't care if the soldiers had gone mad from the killing.

But their Grand Duke Your Majesty evidently had gone mad from the killing...

Amidst everyone's hesitation, the scale of victory was already tilting towards the resolute side.

The noble alliance's central battle line tore open a massive gap, as the breastplate cavalry, having shattered the artillery positions, turned once more to target the reserve units behind the central forces.

There were phalanxes not fully deployed, recruits tensely awaiting battle orders, yet they were first greeted with the enemy's hooves.

Centurions hastily commanded soldiers to ready their firepower, yet behind the whistling cavalry was the backs of their own front-line soldiers.

Panic spread like a plague across the ten-kilometer-wide battle line, and the ultimately distorted line began to collapse backward.

The recruits scattered like black powder blown by the wind, fleeing in all directions as the cavalry shattered them!

"Maintain formation—!"

"Everyone heed the order, hold your position, no retreat!"

General Hanor, commander of the alliance forces, was furious.

Riding ahead of the retreating soldiers, he slashed down a departing officer, holding his head aloft as he roared at the fearful soldiers.

"Retreat, and die!"

Hanor was an old general who followed Aaron Campbell, the last valorous emblem left from the golden era. He was a genuine Platinum Level powerhouse; his prestige and prowess were the alliance's final stabilizing force.

He knew very well.

Even if the soldiers stood still to be slain by the enemy, fewer would die than if they fled in chaos. A few hundred breastplate cavalry were far from capable of piercing his battle line; their long spears could withstand at most two charges, even with backup spears totaling only three.

And the continuous roar of gunfire...

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