Knight: Becoming King of the World

Ratifa was truly stunned. She had never seen someone kill living creatures as easily as mowing down weeds!

What Henry was doing on the battlefield could no longer be called "killing the enemy." It was a one-sided slaughter.

The enemy’s weapons struck his triple-layered heavy armor and his warhorse’s barding as if they were just tickling him.

Iron hooves trampled the enemies’ bodies, smashing through their formation at will. Henry and his warhorse were already stained blood-red.

Ratifa lowered her spyglass, her heart filled with complex emotions.

She was proud of Henry’s strength, for she considered him a friend.

But at the same time, she was terrified by his cruelty. This kind of power Henry possessed could also bring annihilation.

The battle raged on, and Henry’s charge showed no sign of stopping.

Ratifa’s voice trembled slightly as she looked toward Bain and the others. "When are we entering the battlefield?"

Bain and the others exchanged glances but didn’t answer.

Henry hadn’t given the order, so they wouldn’t act rashly. If their interference distracted the enemy and prevented Henry from killing to his heart’s content, they couldn’t bear that responsibility.

Henry’s warhorse weaved through the enemy ranks, and every fall of its hooves was accompanied by the wails of an Inferior Horned Beast.

He wasn’t wearing his signature black armor or wielding that terrifying great axe that struck fear into all who heard of it, but to him, the enemies before him were like fish on a chopping block, his for the slaughter.

’So this is a Life Level of two? Awesome!’

’This is the power of a Comprehensive Power stat of thirty-three? Awesome!’

’Before, killing enemies was like snapping dry twigs. Now, it’s like slicing melons and chopping vegetables!’

Bain and the others stood at the edge of the battlefield, their eyes fixed on Henry’s figure.

They weren’t worried about Henry’s safety, for in their eyes, Henry was omnipotent. His Martial Arts, his strength, his Wisdom—they worshiped and trusted them all.

Even without that armor and great axe, Henry could still handle the enemies before him with ease.

To Henry, the enemy’s attacks were nothing more than insignificant distractions.

The marks their weapons left on Henry’s heavy armor were like a child’s scribbles, incapable of causing him any real harm.

Bain and the others watched Henry’s heroic display on the battlefield. As long as Henry was there, they had nothing to fear.

Ratifa sighed and drew the noble’s Long Sword from her waist.

No matter how powerful Henry was, he was still flesh and blood, and his warhorse wasn’t made of iron.

On the battlefield, even the mightiest Warrior has moments of exhaustion.

Once Henry’s warhorse tired and slowed, the enemies would pounce on him like starving wolves and devour him piece by piece.

She could no longer stand by and watch. Ratifa took a deep breath and drew her noble’s sidearm, its edge glinting coldly in the sunlight.

She turned to her Personal Guard and gave the order to advance.

"Personal Guard, advance!"

Eight hundred Heavy Armor Infantry moved as one, slowly pushing forward. Their armor reflected a dazzling light under the sun, showcasing the military discipline expected of the Count’s Personal Guard.

Watching Ratifa lead her Personal Guard toward the battlefield, Leon couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

He turned to Bain and the others, asking, "Shouldn’t we advance a little, too?"

It wasn’t that Leon didn’t trust Henry. It was just that an outsider like Ratifa was already leading her troops into battle, while they, Henry’s Attendants and subordinates, were just watching from the sidelines.

’Doesn’t that look a little bad?’

Bain and Selas exchanged a look. After a brief, unspoken understanding, Bain gave the order: "All troops, advance one hundred paces. Maintain formation.

Send out all the Grassland Warriors. Circle around to the rear of the enemy’s line. If the enemy tries to flee, herd them back like sheep."

The army immediately began to move. The infantry advanced steadily, while the Grassland Warriors moved as fast as the wind. On horseback, they nimbly bypassed the main battlefield and swept around to flank the enemy’s rear.

The thin layer of snow couldn’t impede the speed of the Grassland Warriors at all!

The situation on the battlefield began to change. Although Henry’s lone charge was still ferocious, the enemy had started to notice the threat from their rear.

They grew distracted, and their formation began to waver.

They were already unable to withstand Henry alone. If other enemies joined the battle, how were they supposed to fight?

It was true that they were not afraid of death and would not retreat. But not fearing death didn’t mean they could win.

Meanwhile, Ratifa’s Personal Guard and the army commanded by Bain were like a pair of pincers, slowly closing in to completely surround the enemy.

Henry sensed the change on the battlefield. He knew it was time to end this one-sided slaughter.

Overall, he had now fully grasped what he was currently capable of.

’I wouldn’t say I’m invincible, but to be a little humble, I can at least come and go as I please throughout the entire empire. No army can stop my advance.’

He brandished his long-handled Yanyue Saber and let out a heaven-shaking war cry. It was his final ultimatum to the enemy and a signal to his army.

Ratifa and her Personal Guard quickened their pace, their heavy armor clanging on the battlefield. The army commanded by Bain and Selas also began to accelerate, and the Grassland Warriors formed an encirclement behind the enemy.

The battle entered its final stage. Henry’s army began an all-out assault, completely overwhelming them!