The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Trajan suppressed the excitement in his heart, telling himself that a somewhat simple wartime scene like this should not have stirred his emotions. However, when he thought about how the battle at Marco Fortress ended for him in such a manner, he felt an indescribable depression. The opportunity had come so swiftly that the thought of using this battle to wash away the disgrace, to inflict damage on the opponent, filled Trajan with unspeakable excitement. As long as he could face those people directly, Trajan was willing to pay the price in blood once again.

The three advancing armies began to quicken their pace gradually as Trajan, hidden in the gaps between the forces, lightly leaped among the undulating waves of the soldiers. Leveraging the moments he was aloft, he observed the changing situation within the enemy camp, which was surprisingly well-ordered. Under Komer, those barbarians had become so disciplined, which astonished Trajan. Having the ability to crush the Poznan Army with a bolt from the blue, they indeed must possess some skills. However, in this battle, the Light Knights would make him keenly aware that not everything could be solved with the brute courage of the barbarians.

Trajan was of course aware of the strength of the Homer Knight Order’s Lecler, but even Lecler alone was not enough to change the situation for either side. Even if there were some dark warriors aiding the enemy, apart from the Heavenly Peng Knights, there were also Thunderhorse Knights concealed among their own ranks. This time, no matter what tricks Komer had up his sleeve, all his schemes would turn to ash in the face of absolute power.

Kent led his knights to lie quietly within the ranks. He seemed very calm, though the golden drums were beating and the battle flags were flying, the knights around him were already stirred into a surge of murderous fervor. For Kent, however, all of this was merely a prelude to the actual combat. Only by maintaining a cool mind could one strike a fatal blow at the most opportune moment.

Komer wouldn’t rashly send his men over so easily. While the ferocity of the barbarian armies was well known, and even though his own side had done a remarkably thorough job in preserving secrecy, Kent did not believe that cunning old man would be ignorant of everything and let his guard down. Over the years, even though the persistent monitoring and reconnaissance by the Thunderhorse Knights had failed to uncover anything valuable from that man, his vigilance and wisdom were evident. Given the immensity and diversity of his own side’s current coalition, how could that man be completely unaware?

Kent absolutely did not believe it. And once the opponent became aware of the situation on their side, what kind of response and arrangements would they make? Contemplating this question sent a chill through Kent’s heart; this battle could very well be a war where neither side could predict the outcome.

Komer’s cold face grew even more stern, his arms crossed in front of him. He no longer had the interest in using the Mirror of Thousand Miles for scouting; the decisive battle was at hand. All strength would be revealed in this moment, stepping into the limelight with nothing held back. Only a complete victory in an all-out battle would allow the victorious side to survive, while the defeated would inevitably become spoils of war.

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