Chapter 242 - 8: Intervention_2
Komer mused silently, feeling caught off guard by the rapid deterioration of the situation. The Homer army would reach Mandu in a week at most, and the number of rioters still exceeded thirty thousand, ten times the invading Homer’s forces. The ferocious and brutal behavior of the Homer army in Banassia had terrified the rioters, their morale was low. If there had been any escape, they would have already resumed their flight. To now defeat this enemy, it was first essential to bolster the morale of the rioting forces, then use their overwhelming numerical advantage to crush the Homer army. Of course, this would involve disrupting the enemy’s formation and breaking their spirit, which would require the assistance of the mages and Dark Knights standing by his side.
"Maha Gummi, contact their chiefs immediately and have them hand over all command to me. We will take responsibility for directing this battle." Although Komer knew this might risk exposing their side, he couldn’t care less. If they did not intervene, this rabble would undoubtedly collapse without a doubt. Not only would the Homer army potentially advance into Caucasus after stabilizing the situation in Leon, but the surge of fleeing slaves would also serve as a perfect excuse for the Homer army to march into Caucasus.
"No problem, they’ve lost their direction and are now hoping for us to take over. I’ll contact them right away." Maha Gummi’s face beamed with excitement, clearly hoping for Caucasus to take charge. To sit by and watch those detestable aristocratic mine owners swagger about the land once more was something Maha Gummi would not stand for either.
When Komer and his party appeared before a group of riot leaders, these so-called leaders immediately felt the pressure emanating from the newcomers. This pressure was so intense that they momentarily felt suffocated. They looked at the party in awe and promptly stepped forward with the utmost respectful etiquette to greet the guests. Any previous doubts had vanished without a trace.
The number of rioters holed up in the Mandu region totaled more than thirty-six thousand, making up the largest riot force in the entire Leon Region. The majority were Half-Beastmen and those with Half-Beastmen ancestry, and of course, there was also a significant portion of Mortals.
Komer’s gaze slowly swept over the faces of those standing before him. Both the Half-Beastmen and Mortals felt a chill in their hearts. This man, with only his eyes visible beneath a scarf covering his face, exuded an aura that clearly denoted his natural nobility. This made the riot leaders, who were accustomed to feeling inferior before mortal nobility, fight the urge to kneel. His companions, shrouded just as tightly in scarves, had no regard for anyone present. Their disdainful gazes were even more unbearable than that of the noble guest’s.