Chapter 510 - 483: Occupying Mist City

Chapter 510: Chapter 483: Occupying Mist City

As the Flame Seal Knights unleashed their full combat power, the Noble Alliance Army found themselves facing over twenty Knights of Meteor Level or higher on the front lines at Mist City.

In the chaos of a melee, higher-Level Knights had incredible freedom. They could avoid clashing with tough opponents like Gushan and Ibn, instead turning their blades on weaker Knights.

Even though the Noble Alliance Army had trained to surround and attack powerful foes in squads, a team of five or six was no match for an enemy whose power had reached a certain threshold.

Like wolves in a flock of sheep, they cut through the ranks with ease, slaughtering scores of men in a short time and dealing a heavy blow to the Noble Alliance Army.

Fortunately, Gushan, Ibn, and the other leaders reacted quickly. They crossed the battlefield to confront Ural and the other Silver Moon Level Knights, preventing further losses.

"Ural, if you had this much power, why did you allow the outposts, Watchtower Castle, and Flame Fortress to fall?"

"Heh... If I hadn’t, how would you have entered Mist City so quickly? How else would you have let your guard down instead of calling for more reinforcements?"

Ibn and Ural had clashed many times on the border. Now, as they fought once more, the surrounding soldiers scrambled to get out of the way of their immense, colliding power.

Realization dawned on Ibn. ’So that was his plan all along.’

And based on his knowledge of Ural, this Border Count of the Tricia Kingdom had always harbored ambitions of becoming a Border Marquis, or even a Duke.

Perhaps taking the opportunity to have other nobles’ territories, like Watchtower Castle, wiped out also served his interests.

"Unfortunately for you, the outcome of this battle is far from decided!"

With a stomp of his foot, Ibn was wreathed in the Wind Element. As a Silver Moon Knight who practiced Magic and Martial Dual Cultivation, he had numerous tricks he could employ in battle.

"Look! The dragon is back!"

Huh?

Startled, Ural couldn’t help but look up at the sky, where Carlos’s massive form had reappeared over the main battlefield.

From his position in the sky, it was difficult for Carlos to unleash wide-area attacks. Instead, he manipulated flames into a Flame Rope to bind the Flame Seal Knights, who were covered in markings, allowing the Alliance Army to strike.

Against his Flame Manipulation, even the Golden Level Flame Seal Knights were powerless to resist, and he quickly trapped and killed them.

The aerial Dragon Eagle Knights and the remaining Birdmen of the self-proclaimed Celestial God Race abandoned the Griffins, attempting to gang up on Carlos. But he spat a gout of flame without hesitation, scorching them and sending them plummeting from the sky.

’How can this be...? My master and Catherine failed to trap the Giant Dragon?’

’And where is Ronin?’

In that moment, Ural, who had been so confident of victory, felt his mind fall into disarray.

As the old saying goes, trouble comes when you call its name.

Soon enough, a figure appeared in the sky—it was none other than Ronin, arriving via his Wind Shadow Skill.

At his speed, it took him only a few minutes to get from the West Gate to Mist City’s North Gate.

His Spiritual Power swept across the battlefield, and coupled with his own eyes, he got a grasp of the situation. The losses were heavy.

"My Lord, are you all right?"

Having defeated his opponent—Vina, who possessed Proud Sun Level strength thanks to the Flame Seal—Ridder came to Ronin’s side and asked with concern.

Just as Ronin’s first concern had been the situation at the West Gate, Ridder’s first concern was for Ronin’s safety.

From Ronin’s messy hair and his dust-covered face and clothes, Ridder could tell the enemy’s Trapping Array must have caused him immense trouble.

"Carlos and I have wiped them out."

He saw Garrett being besieged by three Silver Moon Knights. The prince was steadily losing ground; without help, he was at risk of being killed at any moment.

However, whether they were just toying with him or had other concerns, the three assailants hadn’t delivered a killing blow. Instead, they seemed to be trying to capture him alive.

Ronin’s mind raced. ’If I don’t help him, if I just let Garrett be besieged and killed... then wouldn’t His Majesty King Bruno be left without a son?’

’In that case, who in this vast Oduin Kingdom would have the right of succession?’

’Would it be Bruno’s brothers? Princess Sharon’s son? Or perhaps even my own wife, Blanche?’

’In any case, they would all have a legitimate reason to contend for the throne.’

"Marquis Ronin, please aid His Highness!"

The booming voice cut through the din of the battlefield, shattering Ronin’s train of thought. He instinctively looked over.

He recognized the man. He’d seen him before in the Golden Feather Palace; the man with the scar on his face was Garrett’s personal guard. ’His name was Geman, I think?’

That shout, empowered by his Fighting Qi, gave his opponent the opening he needed. A sharp blade slashed across the man’s neck, taking his life in a spray of blood.

However, the shout, amplified by Fighting Qi, carried across the area, and now everyone knew that Ronin had returned.

"Ridder, go help Garrett."

Ronin could no longer stand by and do nothing. He glanced at the fallen Geman, then unleashed a Fire Flash that instantly killed the Golden Level Flame Seal Knight who had struck him down.

’I suppose that counts as avenging the loyal Knight.’

"Kill!"

The flames that erupted from his Flowing Flame Sword reignited the army’s suppressed morale.

With two Proud Sun Knights, Ronin and Ridder, throwing themselves back into the fray, the scales of the battle instantly tipped away from Mist City and in favor of the Noble Alliance Army.

"Haha, you’ve failed, Ural!"

Ibn and the others, their confidence bolstered, no longer held back any strength for a potential retreat and began to fight with everything they had.

Ronin didn’t go after Ural. He focused on taking down the Flame Seal Knights and the aerial Birdmen, capturing a few Dragon Eagles along the way for Carlos to restrain.

With the three Proud Sun Level leaders—Grand General Aluba, Catherine, and Vina—gone, cleaning up the rest was only a matter of time.

Then, as the noble armies from the East and West Gates arrived to reinforce the North Gate from within the city, the Mist City forces were surrounded on three sides. After a brief, brutal clash, the survivors threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground in surrender.

"We won!"

"We won!"

After the brutal battle, the Knights of the Noble Alliance Army were bathed in blood, but their faces were alight with excitement.

They had taken Mist City.

This place, long known as the shame of the Kingdom, had finally been reclaimed.

It was an unprecedented honor, something they could boast about for the rest of their lives!

But while some celebrated, others were utterly dejected.

First were the Knights from Black Jade Bay. Their lord, Viscount Willis, had been killed in action.

Ronin thought of Willis, who, before the battle, had wanted to arrange a marriage between his granddaughter and Bretton. For a moment, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of melancholy.

If he had only been gravely wounded, Elron could have saved him. But unfortunately, he was injured too early; by the time Ronin arrived on the battlefield, the man had already breathed his last.

Besides those from Black Jade Bay, the men from Double Peaks Ridge, as well as Gushan and the others, felt both the joy of victory and the sorrow of losing their trusted War Generals.

In this one battle, the Meteor Knights and Golden Knights under their command had suffered heavy casualties.

Although they could replenish their ranks with new blood after the war, the fallen were all seasoned veterans who had served under them for years. They couldn’t be so easily replaced.

Of course, the most grief-stricken and dejected of all was His Highness Garrett.

For one, he had been left in a sorry state by his three assailants. His Golden Armor was covered in countless marks, and his body bore several wounds.

If Ridder hadn’t intervened and killed those three Silver Moon Knights, Garrett felt he would have shared Willis’s fate.

Beyond his own sorry state, the Knights who followed him—Yuge, Geman, Mika, and Dino—had all been killed in action. Yuge, in particular, was his only Silver Moon Knight.

Most importantly, the battle had dealt Garrett a severe psychological blow.

Watching everyone gather around Ronin, thanking him for the rescue, while he could only lie to the side and lick his wounds—the contrast only deepened his resentment.

Just then, the piercing cry of a Griffin echoed from the distant sky.

Everyone turned to look and saw a Royal Griffin Knight Squad flying in from the direction of Red Pine Castle.

"It’s Broel."

As the Leader of the Royal Griffin Knight Order, Ibn was very familiar with Broel, who was his Vice Leader.

"A pity he’s late. Otherwise, he would’ve had a chance to join such a fierce battle."

But Garrett’s face instantly drained of all color, becoming deathly pale.

Broel’s arrival meant his father’s, the King’s, orders had arrived.

Although they had won the battle for Mist City, it wasn’t the landslide victory Garrett had envisioned.

Moreover, when all was said and done, the enormous losses in this war were his responsibility—a result of his rash advance and his failure to grasp Mist City’s true strength.

He feared a victory like this would hardly be enough to win him any favor with Bruno.