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Chapter 140: Calamity VIII

Thousands of cavalry advanced, shaking the earth as they charged toward the enemy camp with their long spears pointed forward. 

“Stop it!”

“Shields and spearmen forward!”

“No matter what, we must keep the enemies away! Archers, prepare your bows!”

The Tarkic Empire forces hurriedly moved to prevent a recurrence of the disaster that had befallen the 1st Army. But… they overlooked one crucial thing. They had already felt the fear of the galloping cavalry, but this time, the advance they faced was on a completely different level.

It wasn’t just hundreds, but ten thousand cavalry.

Not only that, but the Winged Hussars’ advance, renowned as the best on the continent, carried an overwhelming spirit that could change the entire battlefield.

Above all, the Winged Hussars’ charge was not a simple rush.

“Activate the flash window!”

As Captain Benedict’s voice fell, the Hussar at the forefront pointed his long spear forward in a running stance. At the same moment, an intense pillar of light began to extend from the tip of the 2-meter-long spear, growing to an approximate length of 10 meters. The beam pierced through the Tarkics, who had taken a defensive formation with shields and spears.

“Kuuk!”

“This… what is this… Kkeaaagh!”

The blow had a range and power that far surpassed anything the Tarkics had experienced. The formation of the Tarkic Empire Army, which had been blocking the front, collapsed in an instant. Ten thousand Winged Hussars rushed in, squeezing through the gap, and the Tarkic army’s formation crumbled.

Although they had rid themselves of fear, it was meaningless in the face of such overwhelming force. The 2nd Corps of the Tarkic Army began to collapse under the onslaught. Bintu, who had been confident of victory only moments before, now stood bewildered by the sudden reversal.

“Damn! How have they already…”

“General! Retreat! They have 10,000 cavalry! Our 2nd Army alone can’t…”

“Retreat? How can I retreat after coming this far?! Block them! We must stop them! I can’t fall back now…”

“General!”

Bintu lost his cool in the unexpected situation, unable to accept that the victory, which had seemed within his grasp, was slipping away.

At that moment…

“Is this man the captain? He doesn’t look as strong as I thought.”

“Yes… you must be from Kalmar…”

“You can call me Elena… but you really don’t need to know all that, do you?”

“What… what are you doing? Protect me! Kill that witch!”

The Archmage of the Kalmar Alliance, Elena, had suddenly appeared before him. In response, Bintu urgently called for the knights and demons who had been charged with his protection. 

But Elena simply waved her staff, dispatching them as if she were swinging a famous sword.

“Kuuk!”

“Keoouk!”

Despite it being a simple staff, Elena cleanly cut down the enemies in front of her as if wielding a legendary blade. She then slowly approached the terrified Bintu.

“Is this all your escorts amount to? There doesn’t seem to be much skill here. Now, let’s see how skilled the commander of the Tarkic corps is.”

“Uhh… Uhhhhh!”

Bintu chose to run, but unfortunately for him, he had become a commander due to his tactical prowess, not his personal strength.

“…”

As she watched her expectations shatter, Elena reached out her hand toward the fleeing Bintu. 

Grasp!

An ice pick shot from Elena’s staff, instantly decap!tating him. After silencing the enemy commander, she shouted in a determined voice.

“Wipe them all out! This will be the grave of the Tarkics!”

At the same time, wizards dealing with the harpiess in the sky descended to the ground, using cold magic and basic condensation spells to slaughter the Tarkics alongside the Winged Hussars.

With the arrival of reinforcements and the completely overturned war situation, the Tarkic 2nd Army suffered near-total annihilation, surpassing the losses of the 1st Army. They were forced to retreat, abandoning the barriers they had once occupied.

***

“Sigh…”

Padishah Shreman received the war report in the military camp. A deep sigh escaped her lips immediately after reading it.

“I apologize, Your Majesty…”

“In the end, we couldn’t capture the castle before reinforcements arrived.”

“Please punish our incompetence!”

“Hmmm…”

The generals of the 1st and 2nd Divisions, who barely survived, returned alive. Bintu, the commander-in-chief of the 2nd Army, had perished, leaving the surviving generals on their knees, unable to lift their heads. After a moment of silence, Padishah Shreman asked Accurus in a quiet voice.

“How many of our allies were lost?”

“30,000 soldiers from the 1st and 2nd Armies were either killed or wounded.”

“The damage is severe… They are indeed formidable foes.”

The Tarkic forces had lost nearly 20% of their total strength. While they had inflicted heavy casualties on the Kingdom of Frank’s army, which faced them directly, with 40,000 of the original 50,000 troops incapacitated, and the Tarkic army suffering an additional 5,000 losses, the situation still favored the Tarkics.

“Your Majesty! Let me lead the charge! The Legion of Convictions will wipe out these arrogant people!”

“No! Let me go, Your Majesty! Though the enemies are strong, they are no match for their troops. I will crush them and bring you victory!”

The generals competed for the chance to redeem the Empire’s honor and erase the disgrace of the previous defeat. 

But Padishah Shreman shook her head as she watched them.

“No, our morale is low due to the earlier defeat, while the enemy’s morale is high after receiving reinforcements. There’s no need to rush. We will not continue the battle today.”

“But, Your Majesty…”

“I said no. Let the soldiers rest. We will reorganize the military tomorrow and resume the fight then.”

“…Yes, Your Majesty…”

The generals, though disappointed, complied with Padishah’s firm command. 

Once they left, only Padishah and Accurus remained in the tent.

“Your Majesty, why did you stop the fight? Our troops are in better condition than the enemy, who have been running without rest. Now is the perfect opportunity…”

Padishah Shreman smiled quietly, a hint of strategy in his gaze.

“Yes, we could continue fighting and win, but at great cost. Besides, doing so would make the enemy far too vigilant.”

“Vigilant? What do you mean?”

Accurus frowned, confused by his cryptic words. 

But Padishah responded with a tone filled with anticipation.

“You’ll see soon enough. We are holding their main forces now. She’s probably making her move too… We’ll finish off the enemy when the time is right.”

Accurus could only watch in bewilderment, casting a shadow of doubt over his mind as he pondered his emperor’s words. 

There was still some time left before the entire plan would be revealed.

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