Four Split Personalities

During this process, he subtly adjusted the formation, quietly "resetting" the structure of the team through small-scale communication, even if it seemed nothing out of the ordinary. However, those among the five hundred who had a sense of the bigger picture gradually began to notice something amiss...

By increasing the rotation frequency of the Scout Groups and strengthening control over the absolute control zone within conventional visibility, he narrowed the "field of vision" of the entire force.

By issuing acceleration commands twice that seemed appropriate, the originally tight troops became increasingly loose.

By increasing the vigilance of the core area, the formations on the flanks and the rear became thin and vulnerable.

By replacing vanguard units with Professionals in Heavy Armor with stronger defensive power, he greatly reduced the mobility of the team.

A march with no blind spots had strangely become full of holes under the adjustments of the Sin Knight, forcefully creating numerous vulnerabilities that, in the eyes of the Observer, were cumulatively fatal...

It was also a deadly bait in the eyes of the commander.

So, fifteen minutes ago, when the Sin Knight seemed to suddenly realize something and immediately began to widen the team’s field of view, the attackers appeared...

The attackers numbered around three hundred, all Intermediate Professionals, their combined strength slightly weaker than Duke Fossai’s direct force of five hundred, but if the opportunity was seized, they were not without a fighting chance. Moreover, with the latter having an incompetent Commander, there was even a high possibility of achieving an impressive military feat.

Then...

"Left-wing Knights, from ten o’clock counterclockwise to five o’clock; Right-wing Knights, from two o’clock clockwise to seven o’clock, arc charges, avoid battle."

"All Spellcasters move towards the center, you have ten seconds."

"Thief First and Second Squads press left, assassin First and Second Squads press right, provide cross-cover."

"Scout Squads one to three, focus on the red-robed Mage at three o’clock, arrow rain suppression."

"Swordsman Third Squad, all Berserkers, Martial Monk First Squad, move forward, switch positions."

"Shield guards retreat, Knights block off, Spellcasters prepare, three seconds later, cast wide-area damage Spell within the arrow rain suppression zone."

"All Scouts prepare to pull back, switch to longbows, Two-Handed Crossbows."

"assassins, Thieves, disperse."

"Knights reverse pressure, wounded go to nine o’clock direction exchange Shield Warriors enter the fray, Third and Fourth Squads of Martial Monks blockade the route."

"All Spellcasters cease attack, nearby apply defensive enhancement status."

"Swordsman and Berserkers retreat, concentrate fire on Heavy Armor units with the Black Cloak Elf Knight as the center, all Scouts."

"All units disperse, Knights charge."

"Heavily armored Professionals on both flanks intercept, Ice Wall, Earth Barrier, Lightning Cage, Demon’s Gate at four o’clock direction."

"At ten o’clock, Flame Dance, Shadow Arrow Rain, Poisonous Smoke Trap. "

"Periphery, cut off retreat."

"Follow me, execute a strangling maneuver."

...

Then... there was no more then, in just fifteen minutes, everyone under the command of the Sin Knight utterly crushed the enemy.

With the help of the high-level mage specially sent by Duke Fossai for his personal protection, the Sin Knight boldly shattered the enemy while commanding openly through amplification magic, those rebels from Konda territory who had been lurking around for a long time failed to understand why the adversary’s undisguised coordination could succeed time and again, tearing their defensive lines to pieces.

Indeed, it was their defensive lines and not the battle lines, because except for the initial assault that was unbelievably smooth, this rebel army was running ragged trying to cope with the never-ending attacks of the enemy from the very beginning. Not to mention counterattacking, they didn’t even have a moment to catch their breath.

And that’s not the most horrifying part...

As a participant in the previous battle, what terrified Aziva the most was not the great victory, but that under the guidance of the Sin Knight, everyone managed to achieve a perfect win.

That is—zero casualties.

Not a single person died and the entire enemy was annihilated.

[Even if it’s a mastermind against an unsuspecting foe, such a degree is still too unbelievable, even General Galahad... No, now is not the time to think about this...]

Aziva shook his head vigorously, refocused, and moved rapidly along the route that the Sin Knight had arranged for him, constantly monitoring the surroundings without missing the slightest rustle.

"Hmm?"

The next moment, he suddenly and silently dropped from the treetop, crouched on the ground, and squinted his eyes to examine the somewhat unnaturally skewed weeds in front of him. In just a few seconds, his figure swiftly vanished, disappearing tracelessly into the shadowy forest.

...

Game Time PM 15:47

"Surrender and resist no more; it was never His Majesty’s wish for the Empire’s warriors to shed blood."

Behind the mask, those black eyes slightly narrowed as the Sin Knight standing before the last resisting officer heaved a sigh and said in a deep voice, "Surrender, and then tell me how you knew we would pass through here. I guarantee on my honor that I will not..."

"In your dreams!"

The battle-scarred Lizardman Knight roared in anger, and his greatsword suddenly rose in a slash, aiming a crimson-bladed swipe at the seemingly unguarded young Noble in front of him.

Aziwa, who was the first to react, was about to rush forward to block the blow for the Sin Knight, but hesitated for a split second before using Shadow Step - and it was this half a second that made it too late for him to stop the heavy slash after appearing beside Motan.

Clang!

Barely blocking the strike with his sword, the Sin Knight’s hand burst open with blood, and his weapon was sent flying high into the air. Staggering, he fell to the ground.

Thud, thud, thud!!!

The next instant, three weapons penetrated the Lizardman’s body from different angles. The latter struggled to lunge forward half a step, about to land another blow on the young man who decimated his entire troop, when he was hit head-on by a massive Flame Explosion, incinerating and reducing him to char in the surging flames.

"My Lord!"

The high-level mage sent by Fossai for Motan’s protection quickly stooped to lift him up and tore a costly Divine Arts scroll to heal his wounds, apologetically saying, "My inattentiveness, please punish me as you see fit, my Lord!"

"You jest, if there was any carelessness, it was mine."

Mo slightly shook his head, looking regretfully at the charred remains in front of him, he turned and smiled at Aziwa, who stood dumbfounded to his left front: "Would you please call Lady Veronia and Sir Varez for me?"

"Yes."

Aziwa immediately nodded in response and quickly left to fetch the two.

High Ranger Veronia and High-Level Knight Varez, both temporarily appointed as commanders before the Sin Knight, were also quite prestigious figures among these five hundred men. They were also two of the individuals ’entrusted’ by Duke Fossai, so upon being summoned, they rapidly appeared before Motan.

"Lord Sin Knight."

Both saluted simultaneously, their demeanor respectful yet neither overly humble nor arrogant.

"No need for formalities."

Motan casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "I am not one for beating around the bush. The reason I’ve asked for you both is straightforward; I simply wish to understand your opinion on how the rebels could so swiftly grasp our movements..."

Veronia and Varez, who each harbored their own guilty consciences, both started, having instinctively pondered whether they had exposed the Duke’s intentions, but didn’t expect to be asked such a question.

"It’s highly unlikely that the rebels sent out a scout of an epic standard; we can rule that out."

Quick to respond, Veronia first casually offered a platitude, then gathered her thoughts and spoke gravely, "Could it be an inside job?"

Before Motan could speak, Varez quickly shook his head and said, "Impossible, everyone here is one of our own. I refuse to believe anyone would betray our movements to the rebels."

"But..."

As Veronia was about to add more, she was gently stopped by a raise of the hand from the Sin Knight in front of her.

"I trust Mr. Varez’s judgment, and I believe, Lady Veronia, you too would rather not suspect any person present of disloyalty to the Duke and His Majesty."

Motan exhaled softly, then broke into a wry smile...

"I do have a guess; do you both remember the small town we passed at noon before?"

"What do you mean?"

"Although it’s merely my personal conjecture, I feel... the townspeople’s loyalty to His Majesty may not be as pure as they portrayed..."

Chapter 594: The End