Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

Under the baptism of artillery fire, the army of Blue Mirror Territory was under great pressure. With reinforcements from the rear unable to support the front line and the severe losses among Manan’s sons, the knights and armed attendants on the front line could only hold the line with their flesh and blood, defending against the tidal waves of assaults from the Hesse Territory’s army.

The reason Baron Grant and the high-ranking officials of Blue Mirror Territory were still gritting their teeth and holding on was to wait for the Hesse Territory’s army to be fully committed, so they could catch them all in one sweep.

However, the main commander and generals of Hesse Territory were perfect Sun Goddess Knights, always maintaining a calm mind. As long as the vanguard could gain the upper hand, they would not foolishly throw all their troops into a meat grinder.

This is an essential quality of a qualified general, who would definitely divide the army into battle units and reserve units, always keeping a usable force outside the battle to respond to potential changes.

Amidst the bombardment, Baron Grant’s face had turned from pale to livid, and finally into a deathly ash. The Manan’s sons he had high hopes for not only failed to turn the tide but also became sitting targets under the enemy’s precise and terrifying gunfire! The chaos they caused even indirectly helped Hesse Territory clear some of the defensive obstacles within the city!

"Lord! We can’t hold it! The city gates... the city gates won’t last much longer!" An officer covered in blood crawled to Grant’s side, his helmet long gone, his face smeared with blood and despair, "We must use it now! Or else all is lost!"

Claude also rushed over again, his blade already curled, his armor covered in dents and cracks, roaring: "Baron! There’s no time to hesitate! The target is on the cliff! They’re watching us perish! Use ’Sea God’s Fury’! Or Rapids Castle will fall today!"

Baron Grant suddenly closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently. The ultimate trump card he meticulously prepared to assassinate the enemy’s commander or Divine General, was it really going to be wasted against ordinary soldiers and... cannon positions? The enormous unwillingness gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake. Yet the heavy, hell-like pounding from the city gates below, along with the increasingly close sounds of battle, completely shattered his last shred of illusion.

"Enough!" Baron Grant suddenly opened his eyes, filled only with mad resolve and a desperate gamble, "Manan bear witness! Let the desecrators taste the true wrath of the deep sea! Activate ’Sea God’s Fury’! Target—the cliffside camp! Blast those damn dwarven artillery and that arrogant lord off the cliff for me!"

In a secluded structure deep within the main fortress of Rapids Castle, reinforced with thick rock and enchanted metal. Several fanatical followers of Manan, wearing special deep-sea priest robes, with gill and scale-like features appearing on parts of their bodies (obviously the result of excessive sacrifice or contact with forbidden forces), received the order.

With fanatical zeal and sacrificial piety on their faces, they began to chant madly around a distorted pool of seawater and blood-red leech-like creatures. Under this obscure and insane chanting, the seawater boiled instantly, and the already decayed leeches also wriggled like living organisms, exuding a pungent salty and rotten stench.

Beneath this pool of seawater, deeply embedded in the mountain, is connected to the roaring Brionne River through an underground channel.

The reason the above-ground structures of Rapids Castle weren’t tall enough for the dwarves and Yurik Knights to charge down in one go is that Blue Mirror Territory expended too much effort on this underground altar. They hollowed out the underground mountain, opened the underground waterways, letting the seawater and abyss leeches on the altar connect with the Brionne River.

This is their greatest trump card against the Divine Generals of Hesse Territory!

As the priests’ piercing chants reached a peak, the river water was being frantically drawn, compressed, and infused into this altar and the distorted abyss leech.

On this monster, an intensely condensed, highly compressed deep blue water ball, emitting terrifying energy fluctuations, was rapidly forming. It was not ordinary water but a liquid energy bomb containing deep-sea high pressure, corrosion, and Manan’s violent divine power! The air around it twisted due to the intense energy, hissing as if the very space was being corroded.

At this moment, Su Li, Hilude, and others, who had been keeping a close watch on Rapids Castle, especially in the direction of the Manan Divine Hall, simultaneously felt a heart-stopping, seemingly abyssal terrifying energy surge from the depths of the main fortress. Su Li’s perception, far surpassing that of ordinary people, immediately caught the lethal threat!

Hilude’s pupils contracted sharply; being closer to Rapids Castle today, her perception of divine power was even clearer. She immediately grasped her rare-level longsword, saying, fully alert: "It’s that horrifying divine grace wave again! This divine power is too strong, unbelievably strong. How could Blue Mirror Territory have such capabilities?"

Demster almost wanted to cry: "What’s going on? Since I joined the territory, I haven’t seen many ordinary battles. Compared to this, battles with Crawling Spiders and Fear Beasts were light work."

Oerstein also gripped his warhammer tight, his brows furrowing, his gaze locked onto the Manan Divine Hall below, where the blue divine grace was nearly exploding: "It seems that after all these years, Baron Grant has indeed dug up something remarkable from Blue Mirror Lake."