Chapter 919: Volume 29, Sword Energy Pointing from Afar, - 13: The Arrival of the Wind
Komer’s mind burgeoned with countless doubts, but now it seemed too late. Welch, that old, cunning fellow, might also be very happy to see this situation arise. He had already stirred a mess within the Church of Light, and now was the perfect time to reap the benefits. The combined forces within the Church of Light challenging the rapidly rising Komer was, seemingly, also of no disadvantage to him.
Komer couldn’t just watch as circumstances developed unfavorably for him; he took a deep breath. How to deal with the impending crisis? The war was like an arrow on the bowstring, already notched and without any space to turn back. The Union Mage Squad had grown strong enough to contend with any mage force, even those from the Church of Light, especially when they were not perfectly unified in their command. However, it was equally difficult for the Union Mage Squad to manage the assault power of the knights.
Perhaps the not-yet-fully-formed Black Flame Knights would have to step into the limelight. Besides recruiting Three fallen knights, two Dark knights from the Rosenborg Kingdom had joined this knight regiment, along with Vladimir Koff. It could be barely said to have taken shape. Komer had always hoped that the Black Flame Knights could head to the southern region to earnestly recruit like-minded companions, but now it seemed it was too late. This newly born dark power had to fight for the dignity of the Dark Lineage.
The situation developed faster than Komer had imagined. When Komer had just received news from Quke Valley that Livonia had canceled the Caucasus privileges in Quke Valley and began stationing young niece patrol troops, the Galleians on the front lines opposite Plovdiv also started to stir.
The milk-white banner bore a blue dove poised as if to take flight, come to life as the flag waved, the dove seemed to leap through the air as if a divine bird descending from the skies; alongside was a starkly contrasting dark banner, where golden oak leaves sparkled against the pure black fabric. The addition of these two armies alongside the Galleians’ Lotus Flag made the nobles’ private armies look somewhat chaotic; although their numbers were considerable, they were clustered beside the main forces, evidently more inclined to be cheerleaders.
Komer coldly raised the Mirror of Thousand Miles, observing the situation on the other side.
The Galleians displayed a knightly demeanor, having sent a challenge to Komer’s camp a day in advance. An unavoidable battle was about to unfold. Although scouts had not yet brought news regarding the Sky Peng Knights and Thunderhorse Knights, Komer was already certain that these two knightly forces would launch an attack along with the three regular armies, but their most elite units were concealed somewhere, ready to demonstrate their extraordinary powers at the most crucial moment. With their sharp fangs, they would tear through the Homer—Caucasus line or perhaps capture the leaders in one fell swoop, solving the problem of the core members, including himself.
After putting down the Mirror of Thousand Miles, Komer stretched his muscles. This battle would determine not only his fate but also that of the entire Caucasus—Homer—Poznan Territory. To ensure the survival of these three territories, he must at least achieve a no-loss situation in this battle; this was both a lord’s responsibility and destiny.
Komer had handed over all command authority of the battlefield to Fran, trusting that Fran’s command on the battlefield was much superior to his own. He was not one of those tedious nobles who were satisfied simply by giving orders on the battlefield for a sense of achievement; he sought a tangible victory, though it might not be according to his wishes.
He would wholeheartedly appear as a mage among the Union Mage Squad, shouldering the core strength of the mage regiment, ready to teach a firm and profound lesson to those Church of Light knights and mages who dared to provoke his dignity.