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It was the patriotism of Sophie, the commander of the Mystic Army!
It was the hatred of Sophie, whose family had been slaughtered!
It was also the union of soldiers and martial artists, working together to expel the rebels and uphold justice for the people!
Nicholas quickly realized something was wrong. The soldiers led by Clifford had all taken off their military uniforms, revealing civilian clothes underneath. Embroidered on the fabric was the Spencer family’s crest. They were from the Spencer family!
He realized he had been tricked. It wasn’t Clifford who had arrived, but the Spencer family’s people, along with a group of martial artists.
No matter how skilled Nicholas was, he was trapped and couldn’t even command his troops once Adrian appeared.
However, the rebel army led by Hans was incredibly fierce. They pressed forward, fighting their way from the river to the two main streets. Beyond that was the Royal Street.
Sophie led them toward Royal Street. It was the closest street to the palace, with few civilians, so there wouldn’t be any innocent casualties.
The gates of the noblemen’s estates in the capital were shut tight, their most trusted guards stationed to prevent any rebels from breaching and taking them hostage.
Some brave souls were not afraid of death and had climbed up to the walls to watch the battle. Though terrified and their legs were shaking, they couldn’t help but reassess Mystic Army’s strength.
As it turned out, the Mystic Army was this strong!
Yes, many people in the capital had forgotten just how formidable the Mystic Army once was, especially after a group of idle nobles had made the Garrison Unit a mess. The people had completely lost hope in the so-called Mystic Army.
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On top of that, their commander had even been replaced-it was no longer the Hell Monarch.
Now, they saw it- though this wasn’t the Mystic Army led by the Hell Monarch, it was still just as fierce. Sophie and her subordinates were covered in blood-enemy blood. They all felt conflicted-they had to kill, but it still hurt to do so.
This battle was completely different from the one fought at the Southern Frontier, especially for Sophie. Even though she was filled with hatred, it wasn’t the same as when facing the Sandoria soldiers.
These were people from Starhaven-citizens of the kingdom. They had just been used by the rebels and led astray.
And the price they had to pay for being led astray was death.
Within the palace, the gates were heavily guarded. Messengers continuously entered to report the progress of the battle to Salvador.
At first, when he heard the news that the forces were closing in on Royal Street, his heart sank. He began to doubt Sophie’s ability to handle the situation. But as more reports came in, saying the Mystic Army was closing in on the rebels and victory seemed near, his worried heart eased slightly.
In contrast to his restless pacing, Victoria, who had come specifically to keep him company, remained remarkably calm. She even comforted him.
“There’s no need to worry. With the Mystic Army here, the rebels stand no chance.”
Victoria knew her son was burdened with worries, so she spoke carefully. She didn’t mention the
Pathfinders Guild or Sophie, but emphasized the strength of the Mystic Army.
Either way, the glory of the victory would belong to the one who earned it no one could escape that. This time, Salvador praised, “With Sophie here, I can rest easy.”
Victoria glanced at him, hoping that was truly what he thought.
The rain washed away the bloodstains on the main streets, and the entire capital seemed to carry the scent of blood.
Adrian and Nicholas had clashed, but Nicholas had managed to escape. It took a great deal of effort for Adrian to track him down.
It wasn’t hard for Adrian to kill him, but capturing him alive was more challenging: Nicholas was skilled in evasion, and his Lightfoot Skill was remarkable. He escaped several times, but in the end, he couldn’t get away.
Adrian fired two shots from his six-barreled matchlock, hitting Nicholas in both legs. He could escape no longer.
With Nicholas caught, the Mystic Army rode around shouting, “The rebel prince is captured! Drop your weapons and surrender, and you may still have a chance to survive!”
But Hans was beyond reason, his eyes filled with rage.
With his large blade raised, he shouted, “Charge into the palace and kill the damn king! That’s the only way we’ll have a chance to survive!
Don’t believe their lies! Throughout history, rebels never end well!”
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Under Hans’ command, the private soldiers didn’t retreat. Instead, they fought increasingly harder. They weren’t Yuvan’s soldiers. Over 10,000 of them had been carefully selected by Nicholas over the years, trained through countless battles.
Many of them carried tragic pasts, lives marked by pain and loss. They harbored deep resentment against the world and saw this war as their chance to turn the tide of their fate. As long as someone was leading them, they would not easily surrender.
The Mystic Army would win, but it would not be quick, nor would it be without heavy losses.
Sophie knew that if they didn’t surrender, the bodies would pile up-more lives would be lost with each passing moment. So she chose a team of elite soldiers, including the Meadow Ridge squad, with the mission to take Hans’ head.
Without a commander, the enemy’s forces would be much easier to defeat.
Sophie devised a plan-Bun and Travis would first break through their formation and clear a path. Then, she and Violet would advance swiftly, take the enemy commander’s head, and retreat just as quickly. Taking the enemy general’s head amidst thousands of soldiers was no easy task, especially since the enemy was fighting with bloodlust. A slight hesitation could lead to being overwhelmed by a barrage of strikes.
Hans was a battle-hardened veteran, and he quickly saw through Sophie’s plan. He deliberately exposed a weakness to lure her and Violet in. What he sought was the same as what Sophie wanted to capture the leader to defeat the army.
Sophie wanted to take him out, and he wanted to do the same to her.
Once the opening appeared, he leaped forward with astonishing speed, his blade coming down in a deadly arc.
Sophie and Violet had chosen short-range weapons, designed for close combat. But to use their Lightfoot Skill effectively in this situation, they needed some distance, which gave Hans’ large blade an advantage. In that split second, they moved in perfect synchrony. Violet charged forward, slamming into Hans’ abdomen, diverting his strike. His sword grazed Sophie’s shoulder, while Violet was struck by one of his soldiers.
Bun and Travis arrived just in time. One wielded a meteor hammer, the other a long staff. With a resounding strike, both weapons slammed into Hans’ skull. There was no grunt, no cry of pain-only the sickening splatter of blood and brain matter as he crumpled to the ground.
With Hans dead, the rebel army fell into chaos and began fleeing in all directions.
Sophie, clutching her bleeding shoulder, shouted, “Pursue them!”
These men were driven by madness, their minds clouded by rage. The city gates were locked, but the real fear was that they would seek refuge in the homes of the common people.
The officials of the third rank and above had gathered at the Knowledge Sanctum in the palace. They had known of the planned action, which was why they had entered the palace last night to attend to Salvador. However, Salvador had not called upon them, so they waited in the Knowledge Sanctum, where the Ministry of Defense also provided reports on the situation outside.
Sophie quickly bandaged her wound and took Nicholas into the palace to report on the battle herself. The officials at the Knowledge Sanctum were also summoned then. Upon seeing Nicholas tightly bound, they all sighed in relief.
Salvador gazed at Sophie, who was covered in blood. He couldn’t tell which was hers and which was from the enemy. It was clear that it had been a difficult battle.