Amber Sword

Although this command sounds somewhat inexplicable, it was the best way that Caglis could think of.

And it was the most effective.

The young men from Tonyger, once they abandoned their defense, immediately no longer appeared so flustered. They seemed to return to the vast Black Forest, facing those fearsome monsters once more. They no longer needed to be confused, just gather all their courage like that day and charge forward.

That’s enough.

Caglis and his White Lion Guard let out a furious roar, raising their Lion Swords to begin the assault. In that moment, the hardships they endured in the Black Forest began to show effect, their sharp swords swung towards the enemies in front of them—

At that moment.

Karen understood that the failure so close at hand had arrived.

That sword stroke, dazzling and radiant.

The dense Qi Blades unleashed by the White Crow Swordsmanship gathered together, passing through the rain like waves, bringing up a misty white spray, making one realize—why it was named White Crow.

Because they were like gray-white birds spreading their wings and flying.

They passed through the crowd.

Blood fell like rain.

Karen almost broke into tears, not understanding why he came here, shouldn’t their enemies have been the Cruz people? Yet he brought his subordinates here, causing them to lose their lives and all their glory.

But just at this final moment, the entire Kingdom White Lion Legion’s Fourth Division erupted with the greatest courage. They no longer retreated, nor did they defend, but completely entangled with Caglis’ men in a fierce battle—the battlefield could hardly even be called a confrontation, the soldiers of the Kingdom White Lion Legion sought nothing but death.

Even Caglis couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

"Enough!"

"Stop—!" he roared in the pouring rain, like a Lion with a mane standing on end: "Everyone stop for me!"

In fact, he didn’t need to command, the young men from Tonyger had already started stopping one by one. Then the soldiers from the Kingdom White Lion Legion also stopped, many of whom had turned into people of blood, still breathing heavily, staring at their enemies, tightly clutching their weapons.

The street was a sea of red.

Both sides stood on this street, a moment of silence between them.

"I don’t know who you are," Caglis said, breathing heavily in the rain, his voice echoing in the downpour: "the commander on the opposite side, but I hope you give us a path... this slaughter should not continue any longer."

"The White Lion Legion will never retreat, even if it means dying to the last man." Karen looked at the commander of the ’White Lion Legion’ on the other side, clad in heavy armor. He too was breathing heavily, disheartened, yet steadfast as ever.

Caglis took a gentle breath.

"This is not a retreat," he closed his eyes, "but is it so that the White Lion Legion of the kingdom will also push forward against the Eruein people? Is this where your honor lies? Why did you come here? Answer me? Just for power and profit?"

"No, this shouldn’t be what the White Lion Legion pursues!"

"Is this what you yearn for?"

"When you joined under this glorious name on that day, swore an oath towards that banner, is this what you yearn for?"

"Open your eyes and look carefully!" Caglis almost roared, clenching his fists: "Look at your battle banner, it has been stained red with blood! Look at this harbor, it has been drenched in blood!"

"But it’s all the blood of Eruein people..."

"Listen to this, the sound of roaring flames, the dying groan of the kingdom, haven’t you heard it?"

"Is this what you swore to protect? This vast territory, everything to be guarded even by putting life at stake in your oaths, the homeland sheltered by ancient glory."

He stared at them, word by word.

"We are killing our kingdom."

"So, please step aside... alright?"

With a clanging sound, the sword in Karen’s hand fell to the ground. He saw it, saw the blood-stained battle banner that Caglis pointed to, the white Lion, yet stained with the blood of the Eruein people themselves.

Is that truly what they pursued?

In the wind and rain, this knight of the White Lion Legion knelt on the ground, crying bitterly.

...(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)