Chapter 151 - 082. Aslans Saviour (1/2)
Chapter 151: 082 Aslan’s Saviour -3 (Part One)
“It’s been a while since I’ve entered a warzone”
An old rinned deeply
He turned his head to the side and asked the head of the Order of the White Cross, Charlotte Heraiz, “How did you find the war so far, Charlotte?”
“It was horrible,you’re still insufficient You see, this thing called the battlefield is…” Oscal Baldur unsheathed his sword, and while s to be enjoyed”
“…”
“You will feel yourself growing stronger as you break through one battlefield after another You will never forget the ecstasy of those mo out the order of the Imperial Family do you truly sense the purpose of your life” Oscal quietly closed his eyes “When you act according to his majesty’s noble commands, the sense of rapture ash over you”
He pulled at the reins of the horse he was riding on, the horse came to a stop The impressive army of the Theocratic Ereat one’s commands are the sa out within the suddenly-still battlefield
He narrowed his eyes and sreat one is the proxy who serves the Gods He is the holy emperor appointed by the Gods they must absolutely obey his every command However…”
Oscal’s wry se and hatred quickly replaced his previous expression as a choking ure
“…I failed to carry out the coman flooding out froure at the centre, the stormy winds of divinity whipped out
All of the Paladins and Priests paid attention to Oscal’s next words
“There cannot be another mistake I shall faithfully carry out the commands issued by his majesty the Holy Emperor If the enemy surrenders, then I shall accept it, but if they don’t… Only death awaits for thelared at the distant Aslan army He clenched his teeth so hard that blood leaked out froums
He then raised his left hand, and at the same time, blares of the warhorns resounded out The war drums’ beats steadily matched the rhythnal to urge the other side to surrender
However, the Aslan army didn’t display any response whatsoever That was their oay of declaring their intention to not surrender
The Holy Emperor did say this – that all those who refused to surrender should receive the gift of death
“Oh, the God of war Hei on Oscal’s blade
“Grant this servant the strength to punish the heretics”
He then raised his sword high up in the air to unleash a tidal wave of divinity froave the order, the is went up simultaneously
“Advance!”
The sounds of the warhorns reverberated throughout the sky
The cavalry atop the horses gripped the reins tightly
The Paladins breathing out heavily under the helms in anticipation unsheathed their swords
The Priests wearing robes over their whole body raised their heads higher
“Execute… all the heretics!”
Oscal held the reins in one hand, and swung the sword in the other
He and his ride broke into a sprint
Once their lead began sprinting forward, the cavalry also started dashi+ng forward and grouped up around hiot into a wedge forlea armours, the Paladins and Priests all roared out in unison
“It’s the sword king! Oscal Baldur!”
“bloody hell! All of you, follow me!”
By then, the feudal lords had also finished preparing for the battle Aslan’s own athered around the lords to lory of Aslan!”
The feudal lords whipped their horses and rushed forward and the y oozed out fro camps of cavalry rushed towards each other with infantry thes as tactics or strategies The only thought ruling their minds as their bloodshot eyes locked onto their ene side
Divinity continued gushi+ng out froed at the horse’s reins His ride leapt up in the air
“For the great Theocratic Empire-!”
Waves of divinity exploded out froure
“For the empire-!”
“We shall slay the heretics-!”
Powerful rays of light also burst out froures Unstoppable rays of divinity spread out in all directions
The soldiers of Aslan had to close their eyes at that searing light Their sight was blinded by the brilliant glare co from the Paladins while their ears were deafened by the madness-infused roars of their enemies
A thick s his sword
“Is it over?”
Atall on top of the city’s outer wall
Bloodstains were dirtying his head while the traveller’s robe on his body was torn in various spots In his hand was the severed head of a feudal lord he’d been bitterly fighting earlier on
The Crown Imperial Prince, White Olfolse, stared at the distant battlefield with a pair of very wide eyes
The Paladins bursting out in splendid light were battling the Aslan ar took a sith his sword, the ground before hi into the air
The Aslan feudal lords tried everything to stop him, but unfortunately for them, the captains and vice captains of the Theocratic Eradually pushed the Aslan generals on the back foot
Froo, this couldn’t even be called a battle
The Theocratic Eth On top of that, they also held the nus as well It was already inevitable that the Aslan ar
“Eeeiya~, that’s pretty aht Vice captain Sir Oscal still seehtly even now I mean, he’s over one hundred years old, yet he’s still so full of energy, isn’t he?”
Socrazier than usual Despite the distance, White thought he could hear Oscal’s hearty laughter even fro