Two days ter, the Rohault Army took to the battlefield with renewed vigour.

  As predicted by Murciel, the O’Brien army took a more defeance, merely trying to dey the advance of their enemy as much as possible. Unfortunately, they weren’t even able to do that as well as they would’ve liked.

  Initially, the O’Brien Army had an army that was almost twice the size of their oppos whiabled them to rotate their soldiers regurly and allowed them to keep their uninjured soldiers fresh, but after losing so many soldiers during their failed ambush and then with the addition of Ace’s team, they were forced to send out their full strength each day, and although on the first day, they held the numerical advantage, after a long month, it was their ehe Rohault Empire that held every single advantage imaginable.

  The reason for this was the team of robed experts on the side of the Rohault Empire. It wasn’t just Ace; his whole team – including Ebeze and Chukaya – had heavily tipped the scales in favour of the Rohault Army.

  Each of them was a genius in their ht. Even Ebeze, who was the weakest of them, was able to challenge a most warriors of the sixth rank, whilst Killian and Chukaya were both capable of challenging those at the seventh rank.

  On the journey from the capital to the battlefield, Ace had already told Kil and Mira not to use everything they had in their arsenal so as not to give too many clues regarding their identities. As a result, whilst they went all out as warriors, both disciples of the pavilion decided to only use one of their elemental affinities,

  Of her light and wind affinities, Amira chose to focus on her wind affinity as it had the most supportive spells to assist her as a warrior, which would allow her to use more of her strength. As for Killiae having strong affio the ws of Destru and lightning, the element he chose was Earth.

  Even though his inal affinity to the earth element was at the exceptional grade, after beihe Earth Root Fruit, Killian’s affinity to the earth rose even higher. Even though there were no official affinity grades above exceptional, acc to Aiden, Killian’s affinity to the earth was not a whit inferior to Ace’s to the ws of fire.

  As such, Killia as though there was a lot of room for improvement with regard to his prehension, and what better pce thatlefield?

  Killian’s current strength came as a shock to all who knew Killian’s true cultivation realm. Though they expected him to be extremely talented, ing from the same institution as Ad Amira, they didn’t expect him to not only be able to jump two ranks but also make visible improvements on a near-daily basis.

  The person affected most by the dispy of Killian’s strength, though, was undoubtedly Chukaya.

  He inally came to this war with grand ambitions of showing off his prowess to Amira and, ultimately, earning her hand in marriage due to his incredible feats. Unfortunately, ever sihey left, it had turned into the Pavilion show, with each disciple dispying otherworldly talent.

  Even Amira, who was the weakest of the trio, was able to jump two ranks above her own to do battle.

  Still, as downcast as he was by the discovery of the abilities of the disciples of the pavilion in parison to his own, there was no denying his talent.

  But without a shadow of a doubt, the ohat stole the show were Ad Leo.

  Like Killian and Mira, Ace also held back, but whilst they limited themselves to only one element, Ace held back a whole path, limiting himself to only his abilities as a mage.

  Though he preferred fighting at close quarters, his deade sense. Right now, other than his physical realm, there wasn’t much left for Aprove on as a warrior, whereas there was still much of his potential as a mage to be uhed.

  Still, because he wasn’t alone, he couldn’t afford to be as urained as he would like, charging head-first into enemy lines. As such, he and Leo decided to take a step bad allow the rest of the team to bear the brunt of the enemy’s assaults, only taking a when things got too much for the rest of their team to handle.

  Unfortunately for the O’Brien Army, it didn’t matter if they tried to overwhelm Ad his team with a high number of weaker soldiers or a few additional warriors at the seventh ah ranks; the moment Ace or Leo stepped in, they would show that all tactics fail in the face of overwhelming power.

  They quickly uood that it would take one of their ninth-rank warriors to defeat them, but as the O’Brien warriors at that level were tangled up with their terparts, the options they had at their disposal were limited.

  During the course of the month, the O’Brien Army had lost a lot of ground, being forced back over a hundred miles, but because the vast majority of the nd that made up the grouweewo sides were open pins, it wasn’t too important, but they were rapidly approag the first of many towns that beloo their empire, and whilst losing ground was shameful, losing an actual town was simply uable.

  Over the st few days, General Lyrin had fought desperately to slow down their opposition’s adva as much as possible, hoping that reinforts would arrive soon.

  But even though it had already been a month, their reinforts still hadn’t arrived. He didn’t uand why it was taking so long, but he couldn’t afford to think about anything but the task at hand.

  “General,” One of Lyrin’s subordinates called out from outside the general’s tent. “I’ve got Tulse Redwin here as you requested.”

  “Let him in,” Lyrin replied indifferently.

  Redwin Town was a fairly small town named after its ruler, Tulse Redwin. He wasn’t particurly powerful, only being a warrior of the seventh rank, but because it was his town uhreat of invasion, Lyrin forced the town leader to assimite his army into theirs, as weak as they were.

  “Sir,” A burly middle-aged man bowed respectfully as he entered. “I’ve been brought up to speed on the immihreat my town’s fag. As requested, I’ve assembled all the able batants my town has at its disposal, and although not much, we should be able to help slow down those Rohault bastards until reinforceme-”

  “Lyrin,” A loud imposing voice called from outside as the entrao the general’s tent ened.

  There weren’t many that would dare to enter General Lyrin’s tent so casually. In fact, there was no one among the general’s subordinates who’d dare to a such a brazen manner, but Lyrin didn’t even flinch.

  “Finally!” Lyrin sighed as he saw a t figure duck down to enter his tent, along with a couple of other simirly imposing figures. “I was beginning to think reinforts weren’t…

  Olivier? I didn’t expect you to be sent as well.”

  The st to ehe spacious tent was a cold-faced, brown-haired young man donning a glistening white robe eared to be in his mid to te twenties.

  “The Emperor asked me to e,” Olivier replied indifferently.

  “We had to wait for Olivier to return from his training before ing to assist you,” The rge warrior who entered first expined, uanding that the young Olivier was a man of few words. “Emperor Johan wao ehat if the mysterious expert you sent word back about is really a mortal, they’re dealt with now before they grow any stronger.

  And if they’re a saint, Lord Lanke will deal with them.”

  “Lord Lanke?!” Lyrin asked, uo tain his surprise. “As in sir War-God’s 24th Disciple?”

  “That’s right,” The rge man nodded. “If those pieces of trash from the Rohault Empire really dared to allow a saint to ehe battlefield for mortals, then Lord Lanke has been given the green light to not only kill the saint iion but also sughter every soldier of the Rohault Army to send a message.”

  “That mystery expert,” Olivier said, his i suddenly roused. “What do you know about him.”

  A helpless sigh escaped Lyrin’s mouth as he recalled the individual iion. “The first thing you o know is that there are a total of six robed people ieam, and each of them is wearing a robe that prevents yetting an accurate read on their exact cultivation realm – presumably to hide their identities.

  The first is someone I believe to be a warrior at the fifth rank because when ‘wielding heavy as though it were light’, only match up to a warrior of the sixth rank…”

  One by one, Lyrin expined everything he knew about each of the robed experts, and if Ad the others were there, they could only nod, as bar Ace himself, Lyrin had been correct about the assumed levels of the others.

  What surprised Olivier and the other three peak rank nine warriors he had e with was that although the strengths of most of them weren’t impressive when remembering their assumed realms, they had to admit that each of them was beyond talented because their levels of prehension had far surpassed the average elite at their realms, with Killian and Amira’s ability to cross realms to fight matg that of Olivier’s – the man referred to as the ‘Prodigy Sword Saint’ – when he was at their realm.

  “…But the two we o be most weary of are the fire mage and his fifth-rank magical beast…”

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