The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1573 - 448: Gods and the Divine Chosen, Part 5

That was not only for the sake of simple justice in my heart—

But more so to draw a line with the past!

A distance of hundreds of meters vanished in an instant.

Watching the group of panicked archers retreat to the rear of the line, they placed the gun stocks against the rune-engraved straps and without hesitation, pulled the triggers with their fingertips just as they had practiced countless times before.

"Bang—!!!"

The bustling White Mist surged forward like ocean waves, along with hundreds of fist-sized bursting rounds, fiercely smashing into the still-forming formation of the Green Forest Army!

Explosion sounds thundered, shattered fragments flying like rain!

Blazes tore the crooked formation apart, blasting both the Green Turbans trying to assemble and those retreating!

The scene could only be described with the word 'tragic', yet those firing felt only a sense of relief.

"Ah—!"

"My arm, my arm!"

Soldiers with Green Turbans cried out in agony, retreating in fear, not even engaging in close combat with the enemy before leaving behind a field of corpses!

"Hold the line! Whoever dares to retreat, I'll not only slaughter him but his entire family!"

The Ten Thousand Captain wielding a Great Sword tried to shout at the collapsing soldiers to stabilize the line. Although unsure if any of his comrades had families, he still shouted such a threat.

However, it was precisely his rough voice that invited disaster.

Before he could react, he saw a Great Sword thrust in front of him, piercing straight through his chest.

"Sssh—"

His flesh was cleaved into two halves, watching the mangled and fierce look on his leader's face, the trusted aides around him were utterly terrified.

They had Fine Steel level of strength, some even reached Silver Level, yet that single sword strike drained their courage to resist.

Gunter didn't waste words with them, twirled the Great Sword, sweeping it across like a comet, enveloping the chaotic battlefield with terrifying Sword Qi into a bloodstorm.

"Blade Storm—"

He had used this move only in the desert beyond the frontier, to counter a massive army of Ogres!

A huge hole was torn in the center of the Green Forest Army, rendered into chaos in an instant of close combat with the Salvation Army, dropping their weapons, tearing off their turbans, fleeing like scattered beasts, trying to escape into the village, blend into the crowd of villagers.

But this was obviously wishful thinking.

At least in Griffin Cliff Territory, they were the most well-fed, even without villagers' identification, Salvation Army brothers could drag them out from the crowd and throw them into the captives' holding area.

Shaking the blood off the Great Sword, Gunter cast his eyes toward the castle not far away.

The castle's drawbridge was tightly shut, but for him, it was just a matter of a sword swing.

Previously, worried about worse consequences, he hesitated to confront organized rebel forces, but now alongside the Salvation Army, these concerns were no longer relevant.

The comrades behind him would handle the aftermath, including aiding refugees, dealing with prisoners, and preventing a vacuum of order leading to a harsher Purgatory...

He just needed to swing his sword forward, and that happened to be what he excelled at the most.

As the siege battle sounded, under the walls of Griffin Cliff Castle still fresh with blood, several thousand more bodies were added.

The last battle saw the kingdom's defenders dying with regrets, but this time the courtyard was filled with corpses wearing Green Turbans...

The siege lasted less than half a day.

Before the sun set, the Salvation Army's Holy Flag rose on the castle's tower.

Seeing the desecrated corpses hanging from the walls, Gunter silently sliced the ropes, destroyed the Chaos altar, and closed the eyes of the loyal General.

The sunset gradually sank into the forest's edge, and its light perhaps may take a long time to rise again...

Just as Griffin Cliff Castle changed hands again, in the besieged perimeter of Twilight City, Kelan angrily slammed the military intelligence report on the table.

"Brennan... has this traitor gone mad?!"

He questioned himself if he had not treated Brennan poorly, not only raising him to one of the twelve leaders but also entrusting him with ten ten-thousand teams for Sparrow Wood Territory, even forgiving his traitorous flag-switching!

But now it seems, his good conscience fed dogs! This two-faced traitor is eager to wag his tail and plead with Saint Sis's lackeys!

Even drawing blades against brothers of old!

"Griffin Cliff Castle corresponds to Twilight City's western gate, we must do something!" A leader forcefully stabbed a Dagger into the map, speaking viciously.

This statement received much agreement, supportive voices rising within the military tent.

Even though the siege was at the most critical stage, distant Campbell people were also pressing step by step, but losing Griffin Cliff Territory, a key strategic location, would endanger their encirclement of Twilight City!

"Longbowman" Rees furrowed his brow, suspecting ulterior motives hiding behind this military intel.

Brennan had just stabilized himself in Sparrow Wood Territory, hurriedly sending troops to Griffin Cliff Castle hardly made sense.

Plus there were nearly fifty thousand defenders stationed there, how could it fall so swiftly?

There must be overlooked intel behind this!

Or perhaps crucial intel deliberately hidden by someone with ulterior motives...

At this time, rarely speaking on military deployments, Quartermaster Selas suddenly coughed and spoke up.