In the Name of Empress

Chapter 687 387: He Has Arrived (Part 2)

If one can live, who would wish to die?

He mocked himself with a smile, calmly saying, "At least a thousand soldiers and more than five thousand residents have been evacuated to safety. Guess what honorary title we'll be posthumously awarded?"

"No chance at all? Viscount Dorothy promised..."

Hails couldn't help but laugh halfway through his sentence.

If promises were useful, the world would have already become a harmonious paradise.

Promises are only fulfilled when there's profit to be made.

Viscount Dorothy came to gild himself, not seek death.

Even if he doesn't fulfill his promise, can anyone crawl up from Hell to settle accounts with him?

Moreover, under such circumstances, no one can accuse him. Being unable to fulfill a promise due to force majeure isn't breaking one's word, just helplessness.

"Looks like we won't see tomorrow's sun."

Hails greedily gazed at the last glow of the sunset, softly murmuring, "So beautiful. As long as we remember the sun's brilliance, we won't feel darkness even in Hell."

Hamos didn't understand the romanticism of cultured people, but he also watched the sunset.

He simply felt that tonight's sunset was beautiful, with clouds like burning flames.

No matter how long the day is, nightfall will eventually come.

As night fell, the battlefield was engulfed in deathly silence.

Hamos leaned against a large rock, eyes closed, gathering strength.

This was his final battle; he had to kill a few more monkeys to show the Prudon soldiers' spirit.

Beside him, Hails was wiping his bayonet.

He hadn't received formal military training and didn't even have bullets in his gun, so he had to use the rifle's bayonet as a spear.

"Maybe I should add another grip to the gun handle; that way, I could attack from further away." Hails finally found some humor.

"That won't work. The gun barrel would be too long for you, and the extra grip might fall off." Hamos said seriously.

Hails shook his head; this is the Prudon people, the humorless Prudon people. Does professionalism really matter at this point?

He gripped the gun handle tightly, eyes focused on the pitch-black night sky, his heartbeat gradually accelerating.

Yehu had arrived.

They launched their attack under the cover of night.

The long and piercing sound of the horn tore through the silent night, starting tonight's bloody slaughter.

Yehu's attack was well-structured, launched from multiple directions in waves, maximizing their forces while avoiding being swiftly torn apart by firepower.

The enemy commander was a cold-blooded genius.

Hamos thought silently.

He truly couldn't do it, neither so cold-blooded nor so efficient.

Such a level of commander, even in the star-studded and famed Prudon Kingdom, could rank as an Army General.

He didn't lose unjustly.

Gunfire erupted, the whistling bullets hitting the front line of charging long-haired Yehu.

Unlucky Yehu fell with a scream, dying quickly.

Some Yehu didn't even have time to scream as they were trampled to death by soldiers from behind.

No one paused for fallen, severely injured comrades.

Seeing this, Hamos felt even more burdened.

He couldn't understand how Yehu could become such an organized and disciplined army in a short time, given their previous, somewhat humorous performances.

The Kingdom might have provoked something that shouldn't be provoked.

"Long live the Kingdom! Open fire!"

The frontline captain roared furiously, and the gunfire rang out again.

This round of volley was evidently sparse; bullets flew out one after another, failing to deliver a shocking effect to topple an entire battle line in one go.

Although the total damage was about the same, the visual effect was completely different.

Dozens of Yehu falling one after another hardly affected the situation and even incited Yehu's ferocity.

They howled and accelerated their charge.

"Hails, my friend, we have to say goodbye."

"Where will we meet again?" Hails mocked with a smile.

"If possible, at the Juniper Bar in Pine Forest City." Hamos revealed a rare smile.

The Juniper Bar was a top bar in the capital, Pine Forest City, with luxury and prestige unmatched by its name.

The people who could afford to spend there were either wealthy or distinguished, and there were reportedly beauties from all over the continent. With enough gold coins, one could be their groom for the night.

From any angle, the Juniper Bar was the most ambiguous starlight under Pine Forest City's night sky, an untouchable tender desire for low-level officials like them.

"You've finally understood humor."

Hails took a deep breath, glanced at Hamos out of the corner of his eye, and kept his eyes fixed on the gradually approaching Yehu.

He could even see the hair and blood-red eyes on the faces of the front line Yehu.

That was a...

Puzzled gaze?

Hails was slightly stunned. He couldn't imagine that the gaze of a daring fool charging forward could be so confused, as if it weren't themselves charging.

A terrifying thought emerged in Hails' mind.

"They are being controlled, not afraid of death!"

"Yes, that's not a bad thing; at least their adaptability would be very poor." Hamos calmly pulled the trigger, shooting the leading Yehu squad leader in the head.

He skillfully worked the bolt, continuing to shoot.

When Yehu was less than five meters away, he fired the last bullet, raised his rifle, and charged into the group of Yehu.

Before charging, he smiled and reminded Hails once more.

"Remember, Juniper Bar, I'll be waiting for you."

He truly didn't understand humor but was seriously inviting.

Although the chance of survival was slim, he remembered that a bishop had said half a year ago that his destiny was peculiar, fraught with calamity but always with some light to avert danger.

Since fate has already made arrangements, he didn't need to think much; just hold the rifle well during the charge.

Hails obviously didn't know what Hamos was thinking, and could only admire.

Facing death with calmness, this was a true warrior.

Hamos lived up to the name of a warrior.

...With force, he randomly stabbed and killed an enemy. Hamos stepped back, dodging Yehu's stone spear, and counterattacked to stab the enemy before him to death.

Does the dawn of hope really exist?

He couldn't help but look up.

At the moment he looked up, his eyes were almost blinded by sudden, dazzling light.

The pitch-black night instantly turned into daylight.

Yehu looked up blankly, then screamed, covering their eyes.

Some cunning human soldiers didn't rush to look up but killed the enemies in front.

Solders who did look up almost all had their eyes burned by the light, including the bloodthirsty and exhausted Hamos.

At the moment he saw the dawn, his final strength was exhausted, and he fainted.

Before losing consciousness, his last awareness also gradually blurred.

"Is it angels coming to guide me into the Celestial Kingdom?"

Of course not, it was just the reinforcements arriving.

Although the reinforcements were only Roland and Lisa, it was enough.

Lisa's magic power was greatly consumed, and continuing to employ large-scale magic might cause irreversible damage.

Roland certainly wouldn't let her take risks and directly issued a magic usage ban.

Prudon people certainly needed saving; he would take action.

If he couldn't save them, they were just unlucky; he did his best.

Roland indeed did his best.

He even weighed the pros and cons of Holy Light Skills and chose the strategy with the maximum killing effect.

Using Prudon people as bait, he gathered the Yehu as much as possible, then used Holy Light to clean up the battlefield in one stroke.

To achieve his goal, he couldn't notify Hamos in advance, forcing Hamos to unleash his maximum potential in desperation, stalling for time.

He finally waited for the opportunity.

As casualties increased for the Prudon Army, Yehu's forces concentrated more.

Even though most Yehu were puppets, their innate habits wouldn't change.

They liked to cluster, fearing being alone.

Even on the battlefield.

Roland seized the moment to pour in Divine Energy all at once.

The sky turned bright as day, and the land was filled with Divine Energy.

Yehu jumped frantically as if their feet were burning, unable to attack at all.

Divine Energy fell like rain, and Yehu hit by it died without even making a sound.

Watching Yehu vaporize with a "sizzling" sound under Divine Energy, Roland certainly knew who was behind them.

The Dark Race.

They had arrived.

To claim the territory that belonged to them per the agreement.