Amber Sword

But just as they were ready to deliver this powerful blow, they realized that their enemy had transformed into scattered sand before them, then penetrated into their bodies without any obstacles.

For an instant.

The giant’s massive body became his greatest enemy.

The solid defense line seemed to be on the brink of danger in the blink of an eye, and yet no one even understood what exactly had happened.

They will never understand how the officer cadets of the Royal Knight Academy turned the army into scattered sand; according to all common sense, this was a precursor of a military collapse, a suicide, and even Baron Rodu had personally provided the perfect explanation for it just fifteen minutes ago.

But in an instant, the opposing black cavalry completely obliterated this common sense.

They didn’t understand—

Just like they don’t understand the profound, transformative change radio brought to the battlefield after World War One in another world, Brand was using another method to effect the same change.

This wasn’t his achievement.

The players even have more ingenious methods to achieve this.

But for Brand, this was enough.

Intertwined with wind and rain, the blond young man raised his hand high and looked at the Wind Spirit Spider in his hand, then simply attached the note to it, allowing this elf-like creature to disappear into the wind and rain.

He turned around, silently gazing toward the direction where that person was, his heart ablaze.

No one understood better than him what this war in Ambeser was destined to change.

This confrontation lasted less than fifteen minutes.

It is destined to be forever recorded in history.

Foster realized he may have made a mistake when he withdrew his gaze from the map. He looked at his subordinates, those young men from the White Lion Legion, who still wore expressions of disbelief.

"My Lord, how did they manage it?" Even someone was still questioning.

"That’s not the point," Foster interrupted them, somewhat disappointed. He hoped the future of the White Lion Legion would be more calm and insightful: "The point now is that the Harbor Guard is destined to fall, following Rodu’s footsteps in a matter of moments."

The young men were slightly taken aback, then their eyes lit up.

"Alright, it seems you all understand now," Foster nodded at this point: "In accordance with the planned schedule, it is time for the kingdom’s lion to show its claws."

Everyone was solemn.

"Order Owen to return to his position."

"Franz, I want to see you and your knights at the appointed place at the scheduled time, without a fraction of error."

"Conne, put on your cloak, you can prepare for deployment as well."

"The empire’s lion—"

"Unstoppable!" the knights shouted in unison, all standing to attention before solemnly saluting the squad leader then turning to leave.

A young man crossed paths with them.

"Squad Leader, a battalion is passing through Dragon Cabbage Market, approaching the flank of the Harbor Guard."

Silence fell within the tent.

Foster was slightly stunned, he looked back at the large map, "That’s Karen’s area, what battle banner is the opposing force displaying?"

The young man was somewhat embarrassed and did not respond.

"Answer my question, soldier," Foster asked with some severity.

"It’s the White Lion battle banner... My Lord."

Foster was slightly taken aback.

"Which division carries the White Lion battle banner?" He hurriedly asked, almost scolding: "Who acted without my command?"

"It’s..."

"What is it?"

"It’s the White Lion Legion... Imperial Guard," the young man stammered in response.

"Imperial Guard?" Foster was stunned, does the White Lion Legion have that designation?

... It seems they do, it’s the designation of the ’infantry knight’ that followed Former King Ai Ke on expeditions, but after Former King Ai Ke passed away, this designation was permanently vacant. It was in honor of Erune’s ’lion.’

Foster’s expression changed.

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(PS: I spent quite some time pondering, trying to find the right feel all afternoon, listening to countless songs. By the way, from now on, I will prepare some drafts for explosive writing at the end of the month, everyone remember to leave tickets for me, okay?) (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote recommendation tickets, monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)