CHAPTER 307: CHAPTER 209: YOUR CHANCE IS GIVEN_2

She precisely issued orders, dividing the stubborn resistance of the Oden Kingdom Army.

An advantage of commanding from the air is providing artillery with accurate shooting coordinates.

Wherever fire support was most needed, she could see it very clearly.

Time passed by the second.

The two hours before dawn were Christine’s most precious time, and she would not let it slip by.

As Christine raced against time, General Rune, who temporarily took over command, felt the night was dragging on like a century.

Upon learning that the King had moved with the Imperial Guard to Oro Town, he was dumbfounded on the spot.

In his mind, Sven the Seventh was a true hero, a wise ruler capable of changing the strong yet not vast situation of the Oden Kingdom.

The events of tonight almost drove Rune to despair.

But he quickly regained his composure.

His Majesty simply did not want to take unnecessary risks on a chaotic battlefield.

Sven the Seventh is a Monarch, and should not personally be on the front lines. What monarch takes part in the battle themselves?

Times have changed. In the era of cold weapons, armor could block damage, but bullets are not so discerning.

Rune dared not think more and quickly made Helentz Castle’s city hall his command center, starting to direct operations.

To be fair, his military skills were excellent, though his prestige was slightly less than Old General Gode, his combat strategy thoughts were more advanced.

Sven the Seventh allowed Old General Gode to return and passed command of the troops to him, without much objection within the army.

Not only Sven the Seventh disliked Gode’s defeatism talk, others didn’t like it either.

Everybody fights in hopes of gaining benefits; who likes to hear a crow continually wailing about misfortune?

Rune perked up, even gaining a few more fantasies.

If he could turn around the dire situation tonight, his position in His Majesty Sven’s mind would surely be different. If given a stage, he could realize his ambitions.

He must win this battle!

Rune, invigorated, continuously issued orders.

He instructed each unit to first gather independently by regiment and battalion, using their own camps for defense. Simultaneously, he dispatched mobile units with intact organizations to connect the isolated divided units.

As Rune made adjustments, Christine, confident of victory aboard the hot-air balloon, even having the leisure to admire Roland’s trio’s dog-fighting tactics, had a slight change in expression.

The current commander of the Oden Kingdom Army was not Sven the Seventh.

The movement of the royal carriage, if exposed, would severely hit morale, but it was now the darkest night, and the soldiers couldn’t see.

Sven the Seventh’s escape didn’t have the negative impact of the King moving; instead, it was replaced by a more excellent commander?

Christine’s brows furrowed slightly.

The Goddess of Fortune would never favor anyone for a long time, and tonight her luck was terrible.

Despite the bad luck, Christine was not upset. She calmly and coolly adjusted each army on the battlefield according to the situation, cold as a robot.

While commanding the battle, her peripheral vision cast towards Helen Mountain.

The fight between the Old Commander and Roland’s trio also reached the final stage of life and death.

Shank’s body carried Giant’s bloodline, though somewhat diluted, his physique far surpassed ordinary humans.

Earlier, ambushed by Roland’s smoke bomb, then stabbed in the back; an ordinary person would’ve lost the ability to fight, lying on the ground wailing, but his regenerative ability was extremely strong, and the wounds scabbed and healed within minutes.

Although it was very painful, and his movements were somewhat affected, he could still move freely.

Roland, Sif, and Lisa formed a triangle, maintaining distance and covering each other in turn, not giving Shank the chance to attack simultaneously.

Lisa, mastering magic below Level 3, cast spells instantaneously without standing in place to chant, making her very agile.

Flames surged from her palm, fiercely striking Shank’s massive body.

The flames surged quickly, covering a large area, Shank could only dodge some of them.

After several rounds of fiery baptism, the battlefield was filled with rolling heat waves, Shank’s thick beard became singed and burnt, looking extremely embarrassed.

Sif, the strongest in the assault among the three, switched to an armor-piercing spearhead, keeping distance with a Long Spear over three meters long, with the spearhead constantly aiming at Shank’s eyes, throat, and lower body.

If it were half a year ago, Sif would never use such crude attack methods, but under Roland’s influence, she had left behind the Knight’s rigid doctrines long ago.

A living Knight is a good Knight, a dead one is nothing.

Roland, with a Short Spear in his right hand and a Giant Shield in his left, stood at the forefront.

Although he could use a Longsword, the attack power of the sword was far inferior to the Short Spear, even hard to break through defenses, so he chose the Magic Short Spear with four special effects: Enchanted Armor Piercing, Weakness, Bleeding, and Paralysis.

It was a gift from Master Anthony, very useful.

Shank started bleeding uncontrollably at just a scratch, and his movements slowed significantly.

Faced with the three’s unrestrained combat technique, Shank was thoroughly enraged. But he hadn’t lost his rationality.

If Anthony intervened, he would surely die. He was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the moment Roland’s trio was impatient for victory.

All he needed was to seize one of them to take hostage and exchange for freedom to leave.

His eyes flashed with madness.

From the earlier battle, he found the most suitable target.

Firstly, eliminate the girl throwing fireballs; from her fighting style alone, it was clear she was a disciple of that old Anthony.

In his fury, Anthony had once killed a strong person of the same level, and he dared not provoke him.

Roland, whom he hated the most, was too slippery and impossible to catch.

Only one target remained, Sif, who persistently aimed to pierce him with her spear.

She was the Empress of the Sussex Empire, the highest value, so it was her!

Creed by shock, Sif’s Long Spear precisely stabbed between his legs.

Though Shank wanted to lure the enemy, he never dreamed that Sif would strike so mercilessly.

The sound of an egg breaking was as if hit by an iron rod, even causing Roland to feel a chill down below.

When did Sif become so ruthless?

Seeing Shank screaming and falling, Sif leaped high like lightning, clutching her Long Spear, ready to pierce Shank’s throat.

In her high leap, Roland suddenly felt something was amiss.

Shank’s fall was somewhat peculiar.

Though the injury to that area is practically lethal to men, Shank was ultimately over a hundred years old, and those parts likely weren’t much use, yet he didn’t immediately fall.

Recalling how Shank could still walk briskly after Roland attacked him, Roland shuddered and threw his Shield forward.

His target wasn’t Shank; expecting to finish Shank with a Shield smash wasn’t realistic.

His Shield flew towards Sif.

Sif turned back in shock, seeing the giant Shield spiraling toward her.

Was it really Roland?

She didn’t hesitate for a moment, immediately eliminating the possibility that Roland intended to harm her.

In that lightning moment, she didn’t fully grasp what was happening, but she knew what Roland intended.

She recalled her lance teacher’s teachings.

Unless absolutely confident, don’t let both feet leave the ground. Humans aren’t birds; once airborne, it’s tough to change course.

Roland threw the Shield to give her a chance to change direction.

With a thrust on the Shield, Sif used the force to fly away.

The Giant Shield fell, smashing towards Shank.

Shank, who was just groaning on the ground, held the Giant Shield with a sinister grin and shouted:

"Stop everyone!"

While yelling, he looked at the Shield in his arms, stunned.

This moment of confusion decided his fate.

In high-level confrontations, life and death are determined in an instant.

Shank, having sustained continuous injuries, already had a somewhat dizzy mind, and his plan completely failed when the hostage he was capturing turned out to be a Shield.

Roland’s freed left hand skillfully threw a Flying Knife.

The Short Spear in his right hand flew out simultaneously.

Sif almost moved in unison with him, her Long Spear striking like lightning at Shank’s throat.

Lisa, not to be outdone, lightly clapped her palms, and a Fire Phoenix’s shadow flew out, directly charging at Shank’s head.

"Ah!"

The sound of a scream echoed.

Shank’s eyes were pierced by Roland’s Flying Knife and Short Spear, his throat struck by Sif’s Long Spear, and his massive head consumed by the Flaming Phoenix.

Roland withdrew his spare weapon, but before he could act, he saw Sif, like a nimble cat, charge in, and a short dagger pierced Shank’s heart.

The three pounced madly, hacking Shank, who was engulfed in bad luck that night, to pieces.

Standing by the mountain cliff, Anthony watched, dumbfounded, until the large Fireball in his palm burned his skin and awakened him in pain.