Chapter 216: Act 150 – Dawn (3) (First Update)
The cold air swirled in the night, and the rumbling sound came closer from a distance.
The noble knights in bright armor simultaneously pulled down their metal masks, their cold gleaming lances aligned in formation. The warhorses neighed and galloped out from around the corner of the street.
At that moment, the earth trembled.
But Brendel merely stared coldly at these noble soldiers, his index and middle fingers raised a silver card in his hand and casually tossed it forward, “Unicorn Knight, enter—” Brendel intoned.
The card traced an arc and landed on the ground—
Everyone saw, in that instant, white light interweaving, descending from the night sky; however, behind the light curtain, a maiden knight holding a silver lance slowly stepped through the gate formed by light. Alongside her, the horned warhorse held its head high, and as she brandished her lance in front of her, she appeared in the middle of the street.
Summoner?
The battlefield paused in surprise.
“My lord,” the voice of the silver elf princess was ethereal and lively as she replied softly, “Thank you.”
Brendel knew she was referring to the necklace. He shook his head and replied, “I told you, you should thank your kin for this.”
Medisa smiled gently, placing a hand on her chest: “The process doesn’t matter, my lord; I didn’t achieve it either. So this time, what are your orders for Medisa?”
“Advance forward.”
Brendel answered, gazing ahead.
The noble knights were already within striking distance.
The young wizard apprentice beside him was slightly taken aback. Summoning was based on array magic, but it shared commonalities with ancient magic. The ‘Silver Knight’ in the summoning spell was already a high-level summoning spell, better suited for defense rather than offense.
But just as the young man was about to remind him, he reached out only to freeze, rendered speechless.
Because he saw Brendel calmly raising his sword forward.
The silver knight turned her head back, her light silver-gray pupils reflecting the increasingly close figures of the noble knights—but as she raised her lance, the distance between the two widened as if drawn apart in an instant.
It was an illusion of space and time, the power of the soul solidifying in the air like a physical presence.
Elemental power.
“Thousands of troops—”
“One strike!”
The silver elf princess pulled down her cold metal mask, her voice becoming deep and resonant.
Then she surged forward, one person and one horse transforming into a silver beam that pierced into the cluster of knights, immediately halting the noble cavalry’s advance; Medisa’s momentum erupted entirely, and the power of the golden tier seemed to sweep outwards like a blade.
In an instant, men and horses were thrown into disarray.
Golden tier.
Another one!
Three mercenary leaders, Juliette, Vurn, Crenshia, along with other mercenaries, gasped. The appearance of a golden tier was rare in this remote place; unexpectedly, there were two appearing at once—two golden tiers, and one seemed to be that young man’s summon.
Who exactly is he?
The three could not help but feel relieved that they hadn’t picked the wrong side because, while Baron Grudin’s wanted notice could make them flee for their lives, Brendel’s displayed strength could easily wipe them out one by one; the power of the golden tier, having touched the elemental might, created a chasm between it and silver or black iron.
When Crenshia witnessed this, the silver-haired middle-aged man gritted his teeth, a flash of determination in his light blue eyes. He drew his longsword and waved it forward: “Members of the Rose and Wine, for our fallen comrades, fight!”
“Fight!”
A chorus of agreement came from behind the middle-aged mercenary leader, and the mercenaries pressed forward. Brendel watched as one after another they crossed over him, joining the battle ahead, while the noble cavalry, having suffered a setback, began to stall in the street.
But this was only one location; Brendel believed that Grudin’s men were arriving in droves.
The enemy would want to clarify what was happening.
He glanced back at the silver-haired middle-aged man.
“My lord, the Rose and Wine Mercenary Group fights alongside you here,” Crenshia stated, looking ahead with a low voice. “I hope you can lead us out of this predicament—”
Brendel smiled slightly, noncommittally.
He could see this man’s unwillingness; he had almost forced them onto this path, and how could they willingly accept it? But since he had chosen this desperate road, he must walk it step by step, and he would certainly rely on these mercenaries—but not be constrained by them.
This was just the opening move in this game; the battle had only just begun.
He raised his sword, the tip pointed towards the dark Firburh Castle.
“Mr. Crenshia?”
“What?” The silver-haired middle-aged man seemed confused.
“Once we reach there, we will discuss the next steps—otherwise, we both face the fate of being reduced to ashes. Speaking any further is meaningless,” Brendel said slowly, enunciating each word.
Crenshia was taken aback.
“Do you truly want to kill him, my lord?” He felt a dryness in his throat, unable to help but clear it, “Grudin is a noble of the kingdom, and the son of Count Rendener; I think teaching him a lesson is… enough…”
Brendel glanced at him.
He shook his head, thinking that in the rigid hierarchy of Erluin, even someone as seasoned and cunning as Crenshia could not help but be naive in such matters.
“It’s not that I want to kill him, Mr. Crenshia,” the young man smiled slightly, “but those who commit injustices—will inevitably meet demise.”
The silver-haired middle-aged man was stunned. He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists.
Behind them, red-haired mercenary leader Juliette watched this scene with her bright green eyes. She turned to the fire earth group leader Vurn beside her and said with interest, “That guy Crenshia is serious about following through this time; it’s rather rare.”
“Hmph,” the tall man snorted coldly, looking disdainfully at that side: “Just a fox.”
The battle continued.
It seemed that Baron Grudin’s reinforcements were arriving from all directions; the sound of hooves began to echo in the distance down the street.
A glint flashed in Juliette’s eyes as she pointed at the tall man, saying, “Vurn, you stay here. I will go support that lord; as for the western gate, leave it to me and my people—”
“Why should I stay behind?” Vurn frowned, taken aback. “The fire earth group’s combat strength is no weaker than any of you.”
The red-haired woman smiled slightly: “What, do you want to fight with me, a weak woman? Vurn, I’ve heard you used to be a knight; shouldn’t knights be courteous?”
The tall man snorted lightly, turning his back and ignoring her. He plunged his giant sword into the ground with a crash, and Vurn looked up, scanning every member of the fire earth group and the other people present before loudly commanding, “Before dawn, no undead may enter the city. Anyone who dares to retreat a single step, beware; I’ll crush his eggs—!”
With that, he raised his right fist.
A moment later.
The response to him was a sea of raised weapons, silent yet formidable—
Victorious delight blossomed on Juliette’s face as she smiled slightly, but her expression quickly turned solemn. When she turned around, her beautiful face was now ice-cold.
The red-haired mercenary leader gazed at her people, extending her hand to the right: “My people, follow me—”
Her voice was as sharp as a blade carrying a chill.
Vurn silently glanced back at the red-haired mercenary leader. The courtesy of knights wasn’t meant for women and children to join in battle, but this time he chose not to refuse because he knew that Juliette’s only sister had perished in the slaughter earlier that morning.
To ensure the mercenary group’s survival, they all chose silence. Though anger for vengeance burned in their hearts, they turned away—not facing this dark world. That young man had forced them to this point, but it also represented their choice, allowing them to face everything directly.
To confront their true selves, and this raging fire.
Vurn turned back to gaze at the endless night, inexplicably letting out a sigh.
Dawn.
Only with the first rays of light can there be a dawn.
But where is the light?
……
If the battlefield is a giant chessboard, then in that moment, this chessboard became vibrant and alive.
The noble cavalry could not stop Brendel’s pace, and the crossbowmen quickly moved into attacking positions from behind. These heavily armored crossbowmen were the core component of the noble private army. Under the command, they raised their four-pointed crossbows high, drawing the bowstrings and preparing their steel bolts.
Then, with a command, the locusts flew like rain.
The black shower of arrows came pouring down. The mercenaries at the front immediately fell as a row.
The silver-haired middle-aged mercenary leader swept away the bolts shot toward him with his sword, and upon seeing his comrades’ casualties, his face darkened with teeth clenched.
However, as the bolts flew past Brendel, the young man protected Funiya with one hand and, with a stroke of his right hand, the White Crow Sword Technique whipped up a wind pressure that made the steel bolts seem to experience a storm, flying back to strike the walls.
He pressed his sword forward, and Medisa had already surged ahead.
The second line of defense that the city’s guards had painstakingly organized immediately became precarious. The noble private soldiers could rely on two silver-tier knights—but unfortunately, they hadn’t realized that their opponents were not merely a single golden-tier strongman.
But a true silver elf knight.
Having honed her combat skills over several centuries, the silver elf maiden’s keen sensitivity in battle surpassed that of ordinary people. She dodged the longspears held by the two knights like a breeze, and with a thrust, knocked both of them off their horses.
In an instant.
The heavily armored noble crossbowmen, who had been moving steadily, found themselves facing a terrifying unicorn knight, with no trace of obstacles left between them.
Medisa let go of her lance with one hand, her silver eyes freezing—
The guards collapsed.
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