War of Retaliation V – Heats up

Following the combat of the vanguards, the sun rose for the second time and was directly overhead.

Veus commanded Voran's entire army. He was smack dab in the middle of the line. They built a formation out of nearly 60,000 men.

Those soldiers made a beautiful, majestic formation. The cavalry were on two sides, while the infantry were in the centre.

Nobles filled some of the vulnerable portions of the formation, particularly the left, upon closer scrutiny.

The left wing had fewer infantry than the other two flanks, but was compensated by the presence of more Cavalry. The disparity is very pronounced and has a significant influence. It was as if that side was begging to be attacked.

The cavalrymen stationed on that flank were more like feeders, sent there to mask a weakness. The archers sat in the rear of the room.

Both sides blasted trumpets and pounded their drums to signal the men to march. Larsson and Voran were in the middle of the troop formation. He grabbed his sword from his belt.

The hilt of this weapon is etched in the shape of a dragon's head. Voran attempted to attract Natural Energy as well. He also unleashed the energy he already possessed, and his body was bathed in a red glow.

Selek Valaunter, on the other hand, created a column formation and, having seen enemy troop movement, began to retaliate by deploying two columns of troops to his right and left.

He also sent commands to his troops in the center, which were not far away. Selek Valaunter synchronizes the movement of the entire army. Neither side is in a bad mood when they move.

"Their cavalry remained still on the flanks of the formation. The infantry has been shifted. This time, archers won't have much of an impact. I have to hold on to the cavalry until they release go of the cavalry. "Do they want it to end with a single hit or do they want it to go on longer?"

While manipulating the reins of his horse, Selek Valaunter observed the scenario. He had a clear perspective of the entire scene.

In his vision, he saw two large troop formations. The warriors marched in lockstep, causing the earth to tremble, their shields to create solid walls, and their spears to pierce the sky.

As the space between them drew shorter, the soldiers stiffened up on both sides. The air became even more condensed as the stress increased. They didn't laugh, instead looking at each other with fear, excitement, and murderous purpose slowly leaking out.

The war drums began to beat louder and louder. They drew their spears and lifted their shields. They moved in lockstep and brought their shields together, giving the impression of a mobile fortress.

Selek Valaunter orders his special unit to be dispatched by the signaler. One of the talented cultivator-based troops.

At the 1-0 stage, they have the advantage. Even though they are few in number, they can pose a threat that should not be overlooked, especially in potentially chaotic conditions.

"There isn't any other movement. Even though their strength was far behind that of the right side, their left side advanced and became a spear. What exactly do they hope to achieve by sending the weakest side to stab my formation?" Selek Valaunter frowned his brows as he observed the enemy troops' maneuver, which was not what he had expected.

The Salauster Kingdom's nobility couldn't believe they were forced to embrace such a tough and life-threatening conflict. The entire noble army, led by Swaster Merran, was drawn into the midst of a fierce conflict. Hundreds of troops tried to kill him, and the spear in his hand pierced and cut them.

"Can you tell me what happened? Whoa!!" Swaster Merran slashed his spear and decapitated a soldier, the flames on his spear continuing to burn around him while the blood of the enemy warriors smeared his face.

"How can he send us to the most vulnerable and deadly side? What was he thinking when he dispatched us to this side? Wasn't he the one who said we'd get the easier side? Why are we now in the most precarious position?"

Swaster Merran watched as people he knew were slain and torn apart by the ferociously attacking soldiers one by one. Several nobles in the area were assassinated as well.

Even though they attempted to avoid the spears, they were penetrated. Swaster Merran grumbled angrily as his condition deteriorated. He had previously assumed that his position would be more secure.

The situation in front of him, on the other hand, was absolutely harrowing. Countless warriors were killed, their heads hacked off and their bodies ripped apart by the spears that slashed at them mercilessly.

To stay alive, Swaster Merran had to summon all of his might and deploy his best abilities. As the military formation unfolded, the situation worsened, and the battle became much crazier.

Veus took notice of the situation and instantly despatched cavalry to defend his formation's left flank while attacking the opponent's right flank. To protect Voran and Larsson, he maintained a line of troops.

He had no doubt that Voran's safety was his number one priority. This war was not at all what he had anticipated. They weren't hiding or attacking at a leisurely rate, and they were visibly moving.

After the appearance of a group of soldiers with various auras, the situation on the left flank became increasingly precarious.

Swaster Merran sensed danger approaching him, and the feeling got stronger and more powerful as his gaze landed on the gang of men riding towards him.

He was familiar with the group and knew how deadly they were. He hadn't expected them to appear so quickly.

"They were serious from the start, and they gave it their best. Even if you want help, this side is no longer safe. When confronted by the 'Seven White Spears,' it was tough to keep on. Even if it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to face them, I can't risk my life. They have incredible teamwork and individual abilities that should not be overlooked; facing them alone would be suicide!"

Swaster Merran recognized the seven of them posing a threat. They complemented the black horse's coat of armor, which was likewise black.

They swept across the battlefield like the seven gods of death. Every soldier who tried to get in his way was sliced, their skulls were slashed, and they were rammed with horses and trampled until they were no longer alive.

"The 'Seven White Spears' arrived on the scene. Every soldier in front of you is attacked and killed by the entire army. Slash them without hesitation. Come with us!!"

One of the 'Seven White Spears' yelled angrily, encouraging the warriors to keep fighting and summoning their might to kill. They charged and smashed the enemy soldiers' shields. Their spears raced and danced furiously, like rain.

Voran viewed the scenario through the perspective of a layperson, determining whether the entire situation favored the opposing side. He had not anticipated that the right side would be held to a draw while the left side would be oppressed.

He wanted the left side to fall apart, but that didn't mean he enjoyed being in this scenario. He gasped as his gaze landed on the action of the seven riders, who swung their spears violently but gracefully over their mounts.

"They are quite deadly! Their powers are superior to those of the warriors. It can only be handled by Brigadiers or Major-Generals. It's a pity about my left side. Wait a minute, that side includes Swaster Merran and a number of other notable aristocrats. They should have kept it to themselves. Well… My nobility, I wish they can only sacrifice their lives for this battle." Voran gave a frigid smile as he turned to his left.

"Larrson, will our left side be able to withstand the onslaught?"

"You can rest easy, Your Majesty. The nobles are not as helpless as you may believe. They have a lot of talent, and some of them are already 2-0."

"Is that high? So, why aren't they in the military or the government?"

The more he learned about the nobility' influence, the more he realized they were dangerous. Some were in the military, but just a few of them matched Gri

Larsson remained unmoved, his view unclouded. "They are more concerned with their family and share their authority in different ways," he said as he watched the battlefield. "In many sectors, they want to be deeply entrenched in the kingdom. So that if they find the kingdom in a bad situation, they won't be at a disadvantage because they have the chips to bargain with!"

Larsson's statements made Voran uncomfortable. The aristocrats he knew were never beyond getting involved in royal politics or the military.

The Nobles of Larsson's realm, on the other hand, were more motivated to root themselves in the kingdom by various means in various fields, according to Larsson.

While watching his warriors being crushed and scraped by the 'Seven White Spears,' he pondered it. Their ability to impose great pressure and impact on enemy forces' attacks on the left is well beyond normal.

Voran felt compelled to act and take retaliation. However, he kept his cool in the face of the situation.

"You must protect the line, Swaster Merran. The formation is impenetrable. For me, you and the others are shields. Be the strongest shield and hold them back; I know you can do it. If you disappoint me, my wrath will be far greater than you can imagine!"

Voran sat straight on his horse. He swept his sight across the entire battleground. On every side, he saw changes. The stench of blood was growing stronger and filling the room.

Voran noticed seven bright lights surrounding the horsemen approaching his left flank from afar.

The color that appears and envelops the bodies of cultivators is not always the color of the power within the body; it can be come from the cultivator's method or nature. As a result, the hue of each cultivator may be the same or different.

"Seven terrifying riders! Their talents are perilous, but to what extent are they dangerous? We'll see what happens; if they succeed, my circumstances will be safer and better."

Voran continued to assess the combat situation and spoke for himself. He gave Veus permission to assume command. He hadn't had much real-world experience, so this was his chance to learn about it as well as assess the conflict.

He envisaged various tactics, but none of them were definitely the best for this fight.

With the arrival of the 'Seven White Spears,' the enemy soldiers on the left flank could no longer withstand their ferocious attacks.

The seven men noticed several warriors dressed in gleaming armor who appeared to be more reclusive than the other soldiers.

They hesitated for a time before stopping their horses and allowing their auras and energy to wrap their bodies and the spears they were wielding. They dashed forward towards Swaster Merran, who was swinging his spear as well.

Several nobles near Swaster Merran's position, as well as the 'Seven White Spears,' rose from their positions and ran towards Swaster Merran to assist him in dealing with the seven of them.

Many nobles believed that if Swaster Merran was still alive, their prospects of survival would improve. As a result, despite their reservations, they ran towards him.

"Don't let Lord Merran fall to their vengeance! Quickly! Quickly! We must aide him!"

"Be quiet! I understand. Oh, no! Why am I obligated to stand on this side? Huh!! What are your thoughts, Your Majesty? He made a huge mistake by sending us here. It should be the most powerful warriors who are here, not us!"

"If you don't survive, your complaints are pointless. We have to live to get this done with Your Majesty. Opportunity will come as long as we live, and Lord Merran is the key to seizing it. Our history is over if we lose him!"

The old noble who had an appearance filled with white hair and sharp eyes joined in with his argument.

Despite the fact that his sword is constantly swinging and slashing at multiple troops that approach him.

"He's the Head of the highest Noble Family in the kingdom and the most influential," he added as he sprinted towards Swaster Merran and broke through the soldiers. " we lose him, the nobility' authority will be considerably diminished. Remember that there are only a few high-ranking nobles, and the most of them lack Swaster Merran's expertise! Our fate is inextricably linked to his life!"

"The majority of the troops on this side are from him, including those who killed in the previous battle. If we survive and he stays alive, I'm confident. Your Majesty would be suppressed, and he would seek compensation for the loss. I am convinced of this, and he is the only person who has the power to influence the government!"

The nobles did not ride horses and instead ran as quickly as they could. It was an odd sight, but there was a reason for it.

After the battle became more heated, they lost control of their horses. They surrounded Swaster Merran and formed a formation to guard him as soon as they arrived close him.