ushernet Chapter 1247: The Imperial Guards Joined the Battle
Chapter 1247: The Imperial Guards Joined the Battle
Chapter 1247: The Imperial Guards Joined the Battle
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“The commander appears to be inexperienced,” Braydon Neal observed as he strode to the forefront, casting his gaze upon Koku Msiza.
The 100,000 cavalrymen bowed their heads in salute to their leader.
“The opposing force seems to have abandoned the idea of defending Machusa to the death and is now actively sending troops to engage us. If that’s the case, we can minimize our siege casualties,” Braydon remarked.
“I’ve brought 3,000 imperial guards with me. We’ll join the fray and do our utmost to eliminate the enemy experts, thus reducing our own losses,” he added.
Braydon understood that in battles among skilled martial artists, the presence of an expert could lead to significant casualties.
With the strength of a pinnacle expert, tens of thousands of soldiers could fall in a mere fifteen minutes on the battlefield.
Therefore, he had to be vigilant.
In Braydon’s eyes, the lives of the Northern Army soldiers were precious, whereas the lives of aboriginal martial artists were expendable.
No matter how many fell, Braydon would not show mercy.
Meanwhile, the sound of cavalry approaching from the rear of the Northern Army caught their attention.
Had someone maneuvered behind the Northern Army?
“Prepare yourselves!” Luther Carden’s keen eyes flashed as he issued a low command. “Everyone, ready for battle!”
“I think it’s Sorrell,” Yuri Qualls observed from a distance.
Indeed, it was Sorrell Neal, leading the Black Armored Army from the 16th ancient city.
These elite cavalrymen were the core force of Sorrell’s army, responsible for guarding the city.
Upon learning of the Northern Army’s movement toward Machusa, Sorrell quickly surmised that his elder brother Braydon intended to attack.
Thus, he hastily led his troops to provide assistance.
For years, the 16th ancient city had remained on the defensive, never considering an offensive against the aboriginal cities.
However, with Braydon’s arrival, the situation had changed.
If they could seize Machusa, it would create a strategic stronghold alongside the 16th ancient city and Jaa’ku.
The trio could provide mutual support, transforming the central area of the three cities into a secure zone.
Together, these cities would form a triangular defense line, ensuring that if one side came under attack, the others could swiftly lend assistance.
Leading the charge, Sorrell spurred on the black-armored cavalry.
“Brother, why didn’t you inform me of your plan to attack Machusa?” he questioned.
The battle cry echoed as nearly a million martial artists surged forward, brandishing their weapons to meet the Northern Army onslaught head-on.
The clash was violent, blood painting the sky as the armies collided, their fury echoing across the battlefield.
In the aftermath, the Northern Army elite troops moved in silence, their cavalry pressing on, their path marked by the fallen bodies of aboriginal martial artists.
Riding atop the Cloud-treading Spirit Rhinoceroses, the 100,000 elites wielded their cold swords with deadly precision, cutting through the aboriginal martial artist without hesitation.
Luther personally led the second legion, wielding talismans as makeshift swords and commanding 76 flying swords.
Together, they followed behind the iron cavalry, carving a path through the aboriginal army and unleashing havoc with relentless ferocity.
Amidst the chaos, the figure of the white-robed Killing God Yuri stood out, his three-foot-long blade dripping with crimson.
Clad in snow-white garments, his every strike was swift and lethal, each swing of his sword claiming countless lives with its razor-sharp precision, leaving behind a vacuum of silence in its wake.
Even more terrifying were the 3,000 black-robed guards that Braydon had brought – the imperial guards.
Three thousand in number, they were all at the pinnacle realm, silently adding their might to the fray.
A thousand of them took to the skies, their vitality transforming into wings as they ascended, marking their attainment of the high-level pinnacle realm.
Among these 3,000 pinnacles, a thousand were high-level pinnacles, a feat made possible by Braydon’s transcendent-grade spirit pill.
With so many pinnacles entering the battlefield, the aboriginal martial artists faced an overwhelming onslaught from the onset of the conflict.
As war erupted, the aboriginal martial artists found themselves on the brink of collapse before the battle had truly begun.
Koku surveyed the chaos, incredulous.
“How is this possible? Where did they find so many pinnacle martial artists?” he despaired.
“Young City Lord, they must have brought more than 3,000 pinnacles,” the guard commander beside Koku remarked fearfully.
The sheer number of pinnacle martial artists posed a threat capable of laying waste to Machusa unless faced with the formidable might of Haider Msiza, the city lord, and his quasi-emperor realm strength.
At that moment, a cry of alarm interrupted their deliberations.
“Young City Lord, the city gate behind us is under attack, and there are more assailants there!” an aborigine shouted in terror.
“What?”
Koku exclaimed in disbelief.
The Northern Army had split into two groups, encircling Machusa with the intent to annihilate all within its walls and leave no avenue for escape.
Amidst Koku’s contemplation, Laird, the Fourth Master of the Northern Army, led his troops in breaching the city gate, encountering scant resistance from the fewer than 10,000 aboriginal soldiers stationed there.
In mere moments, Machusa fell, rendering the battle on the battlefield meaningless.
It dawned on Koku why his father had advised surrender – victory was an impossibility without a quasi-emperor realm expert to defend them.