Chapter 1001: Volume 32 Dark Clouds Sweep Over - 19 Speaking with Power
The Half-beast soldiers swarming out from the castle ultimately shattered Fumel’s illusions; he had underestimated the ferocity of the Half-Beast warriors.
Although Dragumo also experienced some brief hesitation, the innate explosive valor of the Half-Beasts still allowed Dragumo to overcome his momentary concerns. Under such circumstances, if he were still hesitant to pursue them outside the castle, and thus lose a chance to turn the tide, Dragumo couldn’t forgive himself.
The charge of the Half-Beasts heavily struck the rear of the Cretans, and although they also mustered the courage to desperately counterattack, the situation had already deeply affected the Cretans’ spirits. Their main objective was now retreat. Soldiers without the will to fight are no longer soldiers; they are just a group of pitiful beings struggling to survive.
However, the Half-Beasts had no habit of showing sympathy for the weak on the battlefield. In their eyes, there were only enemies and comrades on the battlefield, and captives were considered spoils of war to be dealt with at will unless you could convince them that you were utterly unthreatful and could offer benefits. Otherwise, the only fate was decapitation.
The final blow of the Half-Beasts inflicted a huge toll on the Cretans hurriedly attempting to return home. Although Fumel tried hard to prevent the rampage of the Half-Beasts, the Cretans who had lost their fighting spirit performed far below their courage shown in favorable times. Now, they just wanted to leave this heartbreaking place as soon as possible; whoever could lead was the lucky one.
The precise strikes of the Basarabians thoroughly shattered the dreams of the Cretans. At this moment, their only desire was to withdraw as much viable strength as possible from Livonia and Black Forest. The invasion of Nicosia had been declared a failure, a complete failure. Regardless of how the Atticans performed now, it was no longer relevant to the Cretans. In fact, the Atticans were faring worse than the Cretans had imagined; they too faced a mortifying and humiliating defeat in Cartin.
When Komer received the news of victory from Cartin and Black Forest, he could only strive to suppress the joy in his heart, for sitting in front of him was Katya, just disembarked from Plovdiv, the former ruler of Cartin.
In a moment of rapid change, Komer couldn’t help but quietly lament the fickleness of fate; the master of the house had become today’s guest under his roof. Such a massive contrast would be tough for anyone less resolute to adapt to.