Chapter 103: The Decisive Battle

Three days later, a faint killing intent boiled on the city walls.

“Charge!”

A knight clad in majestic armor charged onto the wall. His battle qi surged wildly, transforming into sword qi that slashed in every direction, decapitating the endless wave of warriors rushing forward.

“The king has ordered it! Slay the king of Adesur and grant him the title of viscount immediately!”

He bellowed to rally his troops, then led a pack of fierce warriors—wolves in human form—forward.

The next instant, a divine light flashed across the sky. Lightning transformed into a thunder spear, driving straight down to pierce and kill him.

Yet behind him, countless warriors roared and surged forward, clashing fiercely in the chaotic battlefield.

Facing them were rows of warriors adorned with faint blue divine emblems. They wore leather armor and some even vine-woven garments, wielding ordinary standard weapons, their eyes burning with fanaticism as they charged to fight, shouting the name of the Natural God. Their madness matched the enemy’s ferocity.

Although the resistance was fierce, a closer look revealed that most of these fighters possessed crude martial skills, far from the seasoned veterans who had trained and battled for years. They resembled green recruits rather than seasoned soldiers.

Observing this scene from the walls, Barrett below the wall sneered coldly.

“So they have finally conscripted every man within the city!”

“Spread the order: those who breach the wall first will be granted the title of baron at once. Should anyone kill King Ades of Adesur, elevate them to earl!”

The reward was generous. These were not empty titles found in minor city-states, but genuine noble ranks with fiefs. Barons bestowed by the Ingland Duchy were nearly equivalent to the kings of small principalities. Moreover, according to the customs of this world, nobles who held fiefs retained real power across generations, never declining over time. This promised the enduring prosperity of an entire noble family, making such titles worth any noble fighting desperately for.

A messenger hurried away to deliver the command. With the order issued, the fighting on the battlefield grew fiercer. The nobles began fighting with all their might, leading their private troops to charge the walls relentlessly, shaking the already wavering defenses to the brink of collapse.

Seeing this, Barrett’s lips curled into a cruel smile. His face twisted into a savage grin.

“Also, inform the entire army: once Cecil City falls, slaughter the city in its entirety!”

This signaled open plunder, allowing subordinates to harvest spoils at will.

The moment the words fell, the nobles’ faces lit up with excitement. Gazing at the distant walls, their eyes burned with bloodlust and eager anticipation.

Meanwhile, inside the city, King Ades watched the increasingly ferocious assaults on the walls and frowned slightly.

“Your Majesty, over the past few days, they have spread rumors and threats within the city, claiming that if we do not surrender soon, the city will be slaughtered when it is breached. Many nobles have begun to waver!”

Ades turned and stared at the pile of letters behind him.

Looking at the letters, Ades could guess their contents without reading them—mere coercion mixed with threats and intimidation.

Yet beneath the weight of the impending slaughter, they felt especially heavy.

The situation had grown painfully clear. Even those standing beside him had lost faith in victory, and the nobles inside the city were far less confident.

In such circumstances, unrest was inevitable. Although it had not yet erupted, given the short time left, someone might soon dare to open the gates from within and collude with the forces outside.

He thought this way and turned his gaze back to the walls.

Countless believers of his still fought fiercely on the walls, shouting the name of the Natural God as they battled the enemy, inch by inch. Though most were untrained civilians, they displayed surprising combat strength.

After all, these were all faithful followers of the Natural God—mostly devout, though not yet at the level of white-robed priests. They could still comprehend some divine arts, far surpassing ordinary people.

However, as the enemy’s offensive grew stronger, the defensive line grew increasingly difficult to hold. Judging by the current situation, the walls would fall sooner or later.

“Almost there… almost there!”

At this critical moment, he looked into the distance and murmured to himself.

“Your Majesty, the enemy’s knights are pressing the assault!”

A panicked voice rang out nearby, drawing Ades’s attention.

In the camp below the walls, a group of knights clad in pitch-black armor advanced one by one, their battle qi flickering faintly. Their imposing momentum combined with the bloodthirsty aura unique to veteran warriors, making them appear utterly ruthless at first glance.

These were the royal guards of the Ingland Duchy—the most elite force under Barrett. They had been deployed, clearly determined to break through the walls.

Instantly, the pressure on the walls surged. The already shaky defenses became even more unstable, still resisting but almost completely suppressed.

Yet Ades showed no reaction, simply staring into the distance in silence.

Following his gaze, everyone saw that in the once-empty wilderness, a faint black spot was expanding within their vision, fluctuating.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that these were silhouettes galloping at full speed from afar—thousands of them.

“What is that?”

In the camp, a knight murmured in astonishment, his eyes filled with shock.

In the distance, the once-unrecognizable figures slowly expanded. Thousands of knights charged from far away, their powerful divine energy fluctuations surging as they suddenly burst into the empty camp.

As they charged, natural elements began to condense around them, flames spreading wildly until the surroundings turned into a raging inferno of chaos.

Ades stared in disbelief. In the void, a wolf god roared toward the heavens, its body radiating blood-red light. Behind it, a pillar of divine light transformed into a spear of divine power, thrusting forward from its back and nearly piercing through.

“No!” Barrett roared.

His eyes burned with bloodlust and brutality, laced with disbelief.

“This is impossible! All the armies of the Adesur Duchy have been held back! How could they still have the strength to reinforce—and such a massive force at that!”

“Your Majesty, the rear defense line of the camp has been breached! The enemy has already entered the camp!”

A knight rushed forward, his face filled with urgency as he shouted.

Before Barrett could react, another knight galloped over.

“Your Majesty, the rear camp has been breached. The entire camp has turned into a sea of fire and is about to charge here!”

The words had barely left his mouth when a wave of scorching heat began to spread from the rear.

Barrett turned and looked back. A faint red light was slowly expanding, mingled with the screams and roars of countless men.

A massive army was charging straight toward them, heading straight for his position.