Chapter 180 The Battle of Locke City

"I often think that my whole life seems to have been carrying something on my back, walking on the edge of the cracks in time."

"The course that followed was as tortuous and unpredictable as a crack."

In the darkness, the war in Locke City had already quietly begun. Armored swordsmen clashed with each other, and flames swept through every street!

They are determined to defend the glory of their faction to the death!

"..." Chenor Hagrid slowly opened his eyes in the military tent. He covered his head, and blood began to seep out from the bandages again.

He had been suffering from this headache for many days after being injured by the scepter.

"My lord, the Third Legion has suffered a defeat, and we still haven't captured Locke City." Several officers entered the tent, and Chenor's guards began to tend to the bandages on his head.

He endured the pain and began to recall everything that had happened before.

Everything was going very smoothly until the Scepter faction, as always, became cowardly and missed their chance, allowing them to be gradually driven down until only a few scattered family cities remained.

But just a few days ago, during the decisive battle, he saw his nephew, Worson, holding a scepter on the city wall!

Hagrid's scepter! It continuously provided healing and enhancement to the Tiran family heavy cavalryman, and even summoned lightning to sweep across the battlefield!

"That heavy cavalryman is named Aize, right? Count Ledo's grandson." Chenor rubbed his temples, looking pained.

He tried to kill Azer using the counter-attack properties of Hagrid's Heavy Shield, just like he killed Windsor!

“Ha…” Chenor gave a wry smile.

Just when he was about to kill Aize, his nephew actually used all his energy to help Aize!

Chenor not only failed to kill Azer, but was also injured by the artifact.

This injury delayed his final battle to unify his family by more than a month.

He kept his injury a secret so that the soldiers wouldn't lose their fighting spirit.

“Now…” Chenor picked up his heavy shield again, but just touching it sent a shiver through his body, like an electric shock!

"..."

He recalled the nightmares he had during the days he was in a coma.

I can't recall the specific details of the dream, but I can say that something unpleasant might happen in the near future.

"But I have no choice; the only way to survive now is to follow the Church."

"Once we've settled things here, it'll be time to help Earl Allen take over Orwick City," Chenor said.

"My lord!" an officer said hesitantly, "The scouts report that Earl Allen..."

"He didn't attack Orvik City?" Chenor nodded in agreement. "That's true. We can take Orvik City easily. Consider it a gift..."

"My lord!" the officer said, mustering his courage. "Count Ellen was killed in battle last week."

Chenor's hand, which was about to drink from his cup, suddenly froze. His lips twitched, wondering if something was playing a joke on him, or... if the information was wrong? These spies are so incompetent!

“My lord, it’s Elsie Tiran. She’s back, and stronger than ever. Even the Holy Temple is showing signs of backing down,” the officer added.

"Elsie?" Chenor was suddenly stunned. "Isn't she in the Kingdom of Cyclin?"

It's only been a month!

Their army was sandwiched between the Kingdom of Saijing and the Kingdom of Lanting, so Elsie flew over!?

Are you kidding me!

“My lord, actually, she…” The officer whispered in Chenor’s ear, telling him about Elsie from the journey.

Chenor frowned and covered his head, unable to comprehend the series of events in his pain.

"It's alright, it's alright, don't panic!" Chenor reassured himself and also calmed the officers.

"We still have allies!"

"Yes, quickly send scouts to the Kingdom of Genna to fetch reinforcements..."

"My lord!" several officers called out in unison.

They exchanged glances, and finally the tall, thin officer in the middle bowed his head and said, "My lord, the Genna royal family has withdrawn its troops, and the Holy Church is currently issuing condemnations and making negotiations. We... have no reinforcements."

“Really?” Chenor covered his head and gritted his teeth. “This is terrible news.”

"I'm a little unwilling. Is this how it ends?" He looked at Locke City, which was shrouded in war outside the tent. As long as he took this place, the rest of the territory was only a matter of time.

"They were just one step away."

"My lord, there is another piece of news," the officer in the corner said, bowing his head. "Elshi from Orvik is on her way here."

"!" The image of Windsor suddenly flashed into Chenor's mind.

Damn it!

"Prepare...prepare for battle..."

“How tragic! Count Cherno!” A cardinal lifted the curtain and entered with a benevolent smile.

“The Sanctuary?” Chenor noticed the wine in the bishop’s hand.

"Ah! The Lord has answered His Holiness the Pope's call!" The cardinal's eyes shone brightly: "The Kingdom of Heaven has established a connection with the mortal world."

"All warriors who fight for the Lord are entitled to enter the Kingdom of Heaven after death!"

"Warriors, this is a royal wine bestowed by His Holiness the Pope. Please have a taste before you go into battle!"

As he spoke, the cardinal began to open the bottle, and the rich aroma of the wine tantalized the noses of everyone nearby.

Some drunkards even crept up to the entrance of the military tent in the dark!

The officers exchanged glances, then licked their lips, took out their glasses, and savored the purplish-gold liquid as they gazed at it.

Except for… Chenor, who put down his glass without drinking, he said to the cardinal, “I don’t have the habit of drinking before a battle. I’ll drink after the battle!”

He then ignored the bishop's attempts to persuade him to stay and ran into the legion with his heavy shield.

Ahead, the flames of war seemed to be pushing in his direction, and he could even feel the morale of his own side dwindling.

"Is it Elsie?" Chenor guessed, perhaps the little girl had come here.

Her actions were a bit too swift.

"I hope you can hold on a little longer than your mother!" Chenor was smiling when a sudden throbbing pain shot through his head, and he instantly stiffened, unable to move.

"Damn it!"

"Hopefully it won't hinder the upcoming battle."

With the help of his soldiers, he donned layers of heavy armor, and now even ordinary blades could not harm him in the slightest!

With a shield in his left hand and a mace in his right, Chernor marched onto the battlefield.

The battlefield was littered with corpses!

The west gate of Locke City has completely collapsed, which is probably the greatest achievement of their Holy Shield faction.

Seeing the Locke City garrison regrouping, he immediately ordered his legion to attack and kill them at will.

The arrows shot from afar were instantly shattered by the power of the heavy shield artifact.

Suddenly, Chenor heard the sound of hooves again, and he stared at the dark figure behind the smoke...

"Aize?"

"Wait... that can't be right?"

"!?!"

"Windssa!?"