Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 833- Battle For The Capital (5)

Chapter 833- Battle For The Capital (5)

It turned out that the Kingdom of Blackthorn were this powerful. Even in their most glorious days, the Kingdom of Ellesmere never had this kind of impressive lineup of forces. That being said…

"You are underestimating us severely if you think just your Hellfire Artillery Unit will be able to stop us" Cynthia Spoke to herself.

On top of the walls, all kinds of intermediate tier destructive magic took shape. Most of the magic was of the attribute of flames with some lightning, earth and gale attributes mixed in. All of these magic were AOE and filled with destructive power.

The threatening ripples that they gave off could be felt from far and wide. Naturally, the charging soldiers could also feel it. Anxiety and panic rose in the hearts of many soldiers as they looked towards their backlines in concern.

Will it really work? Many of them had the same thought when they were briefed about the strategy a few hours ago. However, when it really came down it, they couldn't help but question it.

Needless to say, the ones to falter at this point, were the soldiers from the noble's army. The military from Cynthia's side had no such doubts in their minds as they continued to charge towards the wall with a fierce momentum.

 Finally, as the soldiers entered their range, the mages on top of the walls finally let loose their magic.

Swoosh… Swoosh… Swoosh… Like arrows being shot from the bow, the magic streaked through the sky and rained down on the onrushing army.

BOOM… BOOM… BOOM… large explosions appeared everywhere, towering pillars of rock fell down like meteors, Lightning wreaked havoc and tornadoes generated wild winds. In that very instant, the land was turned upside down by the powerful large area magic of the mages.

Just like the name of their unit, the battlefield was instantly turned into a Hellfire.

"Hahaha" Standing on top of the wall and looking down at the chatic battlefield, Marshall Cavalier issued a loud laugh. His laugh was so unrestrained that, even the fats on his necks jiggled from all those movements.

"Look at them…dying like ants. Haha, I wonder how many of them will survive after that. That lass dares to disrespect our kingdom and reject my good intentions. Let's see what kind of face she will make once she sees her being annihilated right before the war even begins"

From his point of view, now that the Hellfire Artillery unit had started their bombardment, the large army that the princess raised would soon be turned into nothing. He wanted to see how long that princess could keep her arrogance.

He was just wondering how he would torture and play with her once this whole farce was over when suddenly his face froze and his expression hardened. His powerful senses quickly picked out numerous lifeforce still fighting resolutely under the bombardment of the magic.

Finally, after all the magic from the Hellfire Artillery Unit finished raining, the dust settled down and one could clearly see the devastation that was brought for by that powerful magic.

Large craters dotted the ground everywhere you looked, scars ran through the ground like enormous gullies, and sparks of lightning scorched the ground black. Looking at the condition of the battlefield, it didn't look like anyone could survive after being subjected to that.

However, to everyone's surprise, the figures of the soldiers rushed past the dust and granules as they still charged towards the wall, their momentum unabated.

"What was going on? How could they survive the bombardment from the Hellfire Artillery unit?" Marshall Cavalier spoke out loud unable to believe the scene.

The magic from just now should have wiped them out. However, looking at things, it didn't look like even one of them died from that hellish magic.

How was that possible?

Up on the bastion, the general too narrowed his eyes as he saw the scene. His eyes looked uneasy as he stared at the distant calm and collected princess.

 "It doesn't matter how they survived, it might just be a stroke of luck. Continue with the bombardment, let's see how long they can survive"

Seeing the army inching closer, Marshall Cavalier gave his next command. However, unlike the first time, the mages did not immediately start conjuring their magic.

"What's wrong? I said attack?" He repeated. Nonetheless, the mages did not comply.

"Your lordship, large area magic magic takes a lot of toll on our body. It is impossible to fire them continuously, we need a few minutes of break to restore some of our mana and mental energy" One of the mages, who was appointed the commander of the unit, replied.

Hearing the other party's words, Marshall Cavalier grits his teeth in an ugly fashion. He had forgotten about that fact. Usually, when he used the elite unit, he made them switch between those who conjured large Aoe magic and those who cast single target magic.

 That way, the Hellfire Artillery Unit can fire nonstop without tiring down like how they are right now. However, due to the fact that he wanted to teach that lass a lesson, he ordered all the mages to cast Large Aoe magic causing a large gap to appear in their lineup.

 "Dammit, fine then. Continue firing once your mana recovers" Saying that, he placed his attention back on the battlefield. The army of the opposing force was increasingly getting closer.

He snorted "Don't think that Hellfire artillery unit is the only unit we have. Since our mages need time, there is plenty of way to achieve that. I won't let any of you get close to the walls".

 Marshall Cavalier raised his hands towards the knights maintaining the gates and commanded "Open the gate, bring out the Enslaved legion".

On his orders, the group of knights hurriedly operated the winch and lowered the gate. Once the heavy metal gate was fully opened, a large number of figures rushed out from it.

Clanging noise of chains continuously rang out from them as they walked. One could see that, all the figures that came out of the gate, were tightly bound by metal collars and chains like slaves.

Attired in worn and tattered clothes, they presented a stark difference from the gleaming and well maintained armours of the tainted knight and hellfire artillery unit. The difference in their appearance also marked the difference in their status.

After all, unlike the other units which were nurtured and trained by Blackthorn using tons of their resources, the Enslaved legion comprised of war slaves and those subjugated in the conquered territories.

The kingdom did not spend any resources to acquire them and as far as they were concerned, they were just expendables. Meat shields that the Blakcthorn can just use and discard after their usefulness was over.

When the Enslaved Legion emerged out of the gates, the movement naturally didn't go unnoticed by Cynthia and the others. When they saw the numerous figures come out of the gate in tattered clothes and chains, immediately their expression became ugly and they burned with fury.

The reason being… all of the people who were used as slaves, were either former veteran soldiers of their kingdom, reputed nobles or adventurers. The sight of them obeying the orders of the enemy while tightly bound by chains was a hard sight to digest.

Naturally, they felt anger and resentment towards Blackthorn who were subjugating their people to such cruel treatment.

These former veteran soldiers, nobles and adventurers, were not ordinary people, they would rather die than submit to the enemy. For them to behave like that, one could see from their faces that was etched with a mix of despair and exhaustion that the kingdom of Blackthorn had subjected them to cruel torture to break their spirits.

Their uniforms, once a mark of their pride, were now threadbare and stained, evidence of the abuse and cruelty that they had endured.

 As the Enslaved legion comprising of tens of thousands of war slaves emerged out of the gate and stood before the army of the kingdom, an unnatural atmosphere descended onto the battlefield.

Looks of hesitation appeared on the faces of the onrushing army and their momentum even seemed to falter as they saw the figures that were standing against them.

The people of their own kingdom stood opposing them, how could it not affect their morals?

"Hehehe… Enslaved Legion attack" Marshall Cavalier gave a loud laugh seeing the wavering morals of the opposing army. His plan of pitting people with their own side, seemed to have worked.

At his signal, the bodies of the enslaved people of Ellesmere trembled intensely. Their bodies moved without their control and clashed against the onrushing army.

When the bost sides collided, the momentum of the latter instantly came to a stop. Blades clashed against blades, and skills against skills. Even though the Ensalved Legion of Blackthorn were only decked out in broken and damaged equipments, these people were still once the veteran soldiers of this kingdom.

 Thus even though their purpose was being used as mere meat shields, they were no ordinary meat shields but human shields with high levels and damage soaking potential. Therefore, it was no surprise that they were able to stall the princess' army even while being at a severe numerical disadvantage.

At the backlines when Cynthia saw this scene, she immediately issued an order. "My Soldiers, do not falter. This is another of the enemy's dirty tricks, they want to play with your mind. Do not be deceived, the ones facing you are no longer the citizens of the kingdom, but enemies that you must cull down"