Knight: Becoming King of the World

Henry’s giant battle axe swept in a beautiful arc, accompanied by his deafening roar that seemed to make even heaven and earth tremble.

The heads of five or six soldiers in a row were lopped off in an instant, spraying a horrifying mist of blood.

The enemies clashing with Henry witnessed this, and their hearts were filled with a terror and shock they had never known before.

’Is he even human? What kind of monster is he? Not even the Array-Breaking Warriors of the Northern Lands are capable of this, right?’

A seasoned veteran, clad in Chain Armor and Armored Clothing, trembled all over, his eyes wide as if he had just witnessed the most impossible thing in the world.

’And what is that axe made of? Strength alone shouldn’t be enough to slice through five or six necks at once, right?!’

Henry’s battle axe was caked with blood and gore, but his gaze was unwavering, his resolve unshaken.

The steel fortress of men behind him made the very ground tremble under their feet as they surged toward the enemy like a flood breaking through a dam.

Henry’s own soldiers were not surprised by this display; they were long accustomed to his valor and power.

However, the Heavy Armor Soldiers who hadn’t been trained by Henry, men assigned from the Private Armies of other nobles, had never seen anything like it.

They watched Henry scything through the enemy ranks like a farmer harvesting wheat, and they trembled in shock.

’Damn, I’ve never seen anything like this! What kind of strategy is this?’

But soon, their fear and shock gave way to a strange excitement.

’Look how effortlessly he did that. If Henry himself is this badass, this is a guaranteed win!’

The infantry of the Anti-Henry Alliance tried to form a line of pikes and spears to halt the charge of the enemy army.

But these efforts were futile against the phalanx of Henry’s Heavy Armor Infantry.

From a bird’s-eye view, the Heavy Armor Infantry phalanx shattered the enemy’s line of pikes and spears. The front-rank defenders were as fragile as a farmer’s old rags.

Wielding battle axes, warhammers, steel blades, and Heavy Staves, Henry’s infantrymen sent enemies crashing to the ground. Their superiority in both strength and equipment was on full display.

The soldiers of the Anti-Henry Alliance discovered in horror that their weapons couldn’t even inflict any real damage on the enemy!

And yet, every swing from their opponents could easily steal the life of one of their comrades.

This was how "conventional thinking" cost the nobles of the Anti-Henry Alliance dearly!

According to standard doctrine, they should have started with regular infantry mixed with peasant levies and Auxiliary Soldiers to "heat up" the battle before committing the Heavy Armor Soldiers.

But Henry had no sense of sportsmanship. He immediately launched a full-scale assault with his most elite troops.

What kind of strategy was this?

The Heavy Armor Infantry phalanx was like a precision war machine, mercilessly crushing every enemy that stood in its way as fear spread through the opposing army like a plague.

The most terrifying thing on a battlefield is a collapse of morale.

Once soldiers lose their nerve, fear spreads like a plague, eroding the courage and determination of every single man.

In such a situation, even the bravest Warrior can be conquered by fear, becoming timid and hesitant.

The enemies already locked in combat with Henry and his Heavy Armor Soldiers watched their comrades fall one by one. Hearing the deafening war drums and horrific screams, their hearts filled with despair.

’Will I make it out of this alive? Can we really defeat this invincible enemy?’

’Especially that giant in black armor! Damn it, he kills a whole group of people with just a twitch of his arm!’

"Retreat! Retreat!" some soldiers started to scream, their voices filled with panic and helplessness.

They began to fall back, attempting to flee this deathtrap of a battlefield.

Henry and his Heavy Armor Infantry phalanx did not cheer. Their battle axes, warhammers, steel blades, and Heavy Staves relentlessly reaped the lives of their foes, delivering fear and death to every enemy who tried to flee.

This was the perfect opportunity to strike a routed enemy. All thoughts of rewards for kills and military merit were thrown to the wind.

The only thing that mattered now was cutting down more enemies!

"Don’t fall back! Hold your positions!" The junior and mid-rank officers of the Anti-Henry Alliance reacted quickly, trying to stabilize their men’s morale, but their voices were insignificant amidst the clamor of the battlefield.

Their orders couldn’t stop the soldiers’ panic!

The soldiers of the Anti-Henry Alliance did not want to be the next to have their heads lopped off by an axe.

However, their retreat was blocked by their own comrades, and chaos began to spread through their army.

Henry’s army seized this opportunity and began an all-out offensive!

Edmund and the other commanders had been keeping a close eye on Henry’s side of the battle.

Henry was their vanguard; if he ran into trouble, there would be no point in continuing the fight.

They grew excited when they saw the heroic performance of Henry and his Heavy Armor Infantry phalanx, and the resulting fear and chaos in the enemy ranks.

’We backed the right person! And he’s one tough bastard!’

"It’s time," Edmund said in a low voice, filled with unquestionable resolve.

"Messenger!" he shouted.

"Present, my lord!" a Messenger quickly ran before him.

"Relay my orders to the other nobles. Command the Heavy Cavalry, Light Cavalry, mounted archers, and all reserves to immediately join the central battlefield to support Lord Baron Henry! We are going to punch through the enemy’s lines!"