The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Jack Mason was filled with envy at Komer’s performance. Deep down, he actually preferred that his rival was sharper and more acerbic, as it would bring some balance to his own feelings.

Having Tracy plucked away by that guy was like a thorn stuck in his heart. Even though knightly honor forbade him from stooping to petty actions, the fact that the guy had risen so rapidly in the Caucasus to become one of the most powerful people in The Kingdom of Nicosia, even trampling Philip underfoot, was something he had to admire.

Komer’s magnanimity left him speechless. When Vladimir Koff sought him out, he had never thought about pledging loyalty to anyone. The concept of the Black Flame Knights, while appealing, didn’t hold much allure for Jack. The only reason he had dragged Morssen and Peter into this was to see what kind of performance the self-proclaimed Liberator of Nicosia, Komer, would put on when faced with an assassin like himself. However, his rival’s demeanor had thoroughly deflated him. Facing such a formidable opponent, Jack knew he had no power to retaliate.

Watching the somewhat despondent retreat of the three Fallen Knights, Komer couldn’t help but smirk. The leading Fallen Knight acted as if he bore a deep grudge over a wife stolen, like a porcupine with its quills standing on end, ready to explode at a touch. It was amusing. The actions dictated by fealty were not worth pursuing. As for the Black Flame Knights being joined by these individuals, it was a significant first step. After all, the capabilities of these three individuals could still be considered top-notch.

All was ready, it was just a matter of starting the show. Komer cast his gaze into the distance, full of anticipation. He was eager to see how the Galleian would counter the beastmen’s provocation. Once this step was taken, there would be no turning back, and he too would have to join the dance.

The Berserker Warriors were starting to buckle under the relentless, brutal assaults of the Nirvana Knights.

It was clearly a trap, one that had been meticulously designed.

The Wolf Cavalry and the Deer Cavalry were firmly held at bay by the resilient defensive lines constructed by the Galle Infantry. No matter how fiercely the Wolf Cavalry charged and cut their way through, the Galle Infantry, at great cost, stubbornly kept them outside the enclosing circle. At this time, the Deer Cavalry also exerted all their effort to attempt a flanking maneuver to break through the Galle Infantry’s defensive line, but the pre-positioned Mobile Chain Cars crippled their mobility advantage. No matter where they went, those stacked chain cars, linked by iron chains, formed a moving blockade line. The Deer Cavalry charged left and right to no avail, while the encircled Berserker Warriors faced a baptism like a torrential downpour.

The Galle Mage Group erupted with their mightiest fighting force, perfectly combining Thunder Magic and Earth Magic Array. A sweeping thunderstorm battered the Berserker Warriors overhead. Despite a brief initiation through magical baptism, when faced with such wild thunderstorm strikes, the Berserker Warriors were thrown into disarray, their originally tight formation finally crumbling under the onslaught of Heavenly Divine Power. The Nirvana Knights seized this opportunity, their razor-sharp Knight Spears becoming the Scythe of Death in the Berserker Warriors’ eyes, repeatedly slashing and tearing through the increasingly chaotic enemy lines like a ferocious storm.

Despite the victory in sight, Susanov couldn’t shake off the worry on his face. What this war victory could bring was uncertain to anyone at the moment. Two thousand Berserker Warriors had utterly collapsed under the dual strike of the Mage Corps and the Knight Team, with fewer than three hundred managing to break out of the encirclement under the cover of the Wolf Cavalry and the Deer Cavalry. It seemed like a satisfactory victory, but for the Beastman Army, which had fifteen thousand Berserker Warriors, it was insignificant. Once their fury was invoked, Galle would face an even more vicious counterattack.

This counterattack battle in the Suburbs of Cologne was quite classic, using infantry to restrict the wolf and deer cavalry and then luring the less mobile Berserker Warriors into exposure before concentrating magical and knightly forces for a fatal strike. Indeed, the battle achieved its intended purpose, but its effect was hard to predict.