The generals exchanged uneasy glances upon hearing this. Sain’s capabilities were already exceedingly high, a fact Pelissa felt most keenly.
When they had fought, it was a surprise attack on Sain, and she had barely managed to succeed, that too when Sain was exhausted and bearing significant external injuries.
She could say without hesitation that if Sain were in perfect health, she would absolutely not be his match.
It was precisely for this reason that Xiao Xun had abandoned a direct duel and opted for a strategy of wit.
Now, this Madam Milady possessed even greater abilities than Sain, making her truly troublesome. The generals all wore somber expressions.
However, Xiao Xun had another idea. Listening to Falu Yi’s description, this Brilliant Blade indeed had a profound connection with the Grand Archmage. Such a divine weapon could not be resisted by ordinary individuals.
It seemed that victory could only be achieved through stratagem.
After careful consideration, Xiao Xun formulated a plan, leaving behind Aaron, Pelissa, and Hekaste.
The following morning, Madam Milady appeared early to array her troops, her legion shouting and cursing incessantly behind her.
Not long after, the army of Saint Tiroman emerged from their camp and formed their ranks. A middle-aged general in white armor and silver robes, holding a silver spear, slowly advanced from the formation. He appeared as divine as a celestial being, his gaze locked onto Madam Milady.
Drawn by his imposing aura, Madam Milady could not help but look up. Their gazes met at the center of the two armies, instantly igniting a fierce battle intent that stirred a strong gust of wind.
In that instant, boundless killing intent spread, causing the soldiers of both armies to hold their breath. The vast battlefield became exceptionally solemn and肅杀, even causing seasoned warriors accustomed to the edge of death to gasp and dare not breathe, rendering the battlefield of thousands silent save for the whistling wind.
People could distinctly feel an energy contained within the battlefield, an energy that grew larger as if about to explode, capable of unleashing world-shattering power at any moment.
Such immense power pulled at the wind, making it whistle ever louder. Such a biting wind in this scorching land was almost a luxury, yet it was truly occurring on the battlefield.
The wind swirled ceaselessly within the formation, back and forth, as if being continuously torn apart by two immense forces.
Finally, the wind shattered, like a bursting giant balloon, roaring and forcing everyone to cover their eyes.
But at that very moment, Aaron and Madam Milady spurred their horses forward almost simultaneously, charging rapidly towards each other.
The distance of several zhang seemed to be surpassed in an instant, their energies clashing at the center of the formation with thunderous roars, as if tearing the air itself.
Silver light flashed, boundless energy, and a sky full of brilliance, stinging the faces of the soldiers before both armies, causing their eyes to water.
In that brief moment, Aaron thrust his spear thirty-eight times, while Madam Milady fired thirty-nine projectiles. They moved in rapid, intricate patterns, only to swiftly separate.
Aaron galloped westward rapidly, as if evading something terrifying, while Madam Milady pursued him relentlessly.
Just then, a thunderous roar echoed from mid-air: "Beware of the ambush!"
Madam Milady’s body stiffened. She knew it was Sain’s voice, but she hesitated only slightly, not halting her charge. Swiftly, she drew a simple, unadorned flying dagger from her waist and flicked it towards Aaron.
A myriad of lights condensed into a bolt of lightning that struck Aaron’s back. The flying dagger paused behind him, then buried itself deep into his spine.
Aaron was thrown forward by the powerful impact of the dagger, nearly falling from his horse. Lying prone on his mount, it was impossible to tell if he was dead or alive, but his mount showed no intention of stopping, continuing its rapid gallop forward. kanδん
Madam Milady’s brow furrowed deeply, and she immediately spurred her horse in pursuit without hesitation.
The Brilliant Blade was a family heirloom, originally eight blades. However, through millennia of conflict, three had been lost, leaving her with only five. How could she let this one go?
Therefore, without a second thought, she followed.
This sudden turn of events immediately stirred both armies. In fact, as Sain’s voice fell, Jessica, who was providing support for Madam Milady, led her troops forward with spears held high, galloping in the direction where Madam Milady and Aaron had disappeared.
The Saint Tiroman army also moved simultaneously, led by Augart, engaging in a chaotic battle with the barbarian forces.
In this world, no one could evade her Brilliant Blade. Even when she herself could not wield it freely, the barbarian king Sain could not avoid it. How could this Saint Tiroman general, with his back to her and facing her at her peak?
It was only a pity that this Saint Tiroman general was driving Madam Milady to despair. Even after being struck by her Brilliant Blade, he had not been knocked from his horse, demonstrating the depth of his abilities. However, Madam Milady firmly believed that after being struck by her Brilliant Blade, this Saint Tiroman general, if not dead, was certainly close to it. She absolutely could not let him disappear from this world with the Brilliant Blade that she cherished like her own life.
With this resolve, Madam Milady locked onto Aaron and pursued him relentlessly.
Seeing Aaron’s mount gradually slow down, Aaron slid weakly from his mount and fell to the ground, lying on his back in a grotesquely twisted posture.
The mount, extremely intelligent, seeing its master fall, circled his body, then looked up at Madam Milady. It firmly gripped Aaron’s collar in its teeth and began to drag him forward, as if sensing the danger slowly approaching.
Madam Milady let out a sigh of relief at the sight, hastened her pace by a couple of steps, and arrived before the man and horse with her spear.
Aaron, dragged by the horse, was even more contorted. His long spear lay nearby, his face deathly pale and extremely grim. The man had clearly lost consciousness.
A flicker of pity crossed Madam Milady’s eyes. It was a shame for a master of this caliber to die by her hand in such a manner.
Originally, she had wanted to save his life, but his fate was too thin. The horse ran desperately, causing her to miss the best opportunity for treatment and fail to catch him before his primordial spirit was extinguished.
As Madam Milady gazed at the man and horse with pity, she suddenly heard the thunderous sound of hooves behind her.
She surmised that the Saint Tiroman army had arrived. Although she did not fear them, facing so many people was very troublesome.
She immediately dismounted and approached the man and horse.
The horse glanced at Madam Milady, and as if pricked, it was startled and released Aaron, stepping back a pace.
Madam Milady, her expressionless face betraying nothing, reached out and turned Aaron’s body over. Just as she was about to draw her Brilliant Blade, her vision flashed, and she felt a cold sensation at her neck, an extremely uncomfortable surge of energy passing through her body, causing her to stiffen.
Less than an inch from Madam Milady’s neck, her Brilliant Blade was firmly pressed against her throat. She could even feel the sharp edge of the blade.
Aaron slowly turned his head, the pallor on his face vanishing, replaced by a calm smile.
Astonishment filled Madam Milady’s face. She looked at Aaron’s sharply defined face, sculpted like ice, with disbelief. Without him speaking, she could clearly sense that any resistance would result in a thunderous strike from him.
Madam Milady’s prediction was correct; the first to arrive was indeed the Saint Tiroman army, but not as an ambush force, but rather a battered remnant.
Madam Milady had captured Oteris and left Aaron in a life-or-death state, causing the Saint Tiroman army to be utterly terrified.
Under Augart’s command, they fought a desperate battle against the barbarian army, suffering a near-instantaneous collapse. They then retreated in the direction where Madam Milady and Aaron had disappeared.
Behind the Saint Tiroman army, Jessica galloped forward with her spear held high, closely followed by the barbarian army, who charged forward with triumphant cries.
As the barbarian and Saint Tiroman armies pursued each other, and the Saint Tiroman army was about to be overtaken, a force suddenly emerged from the dense forest at an angle, cutting the barbarian army in half.
The barbarian army, caught off guard, and its commander Jessica lacking much combat experience, became concerned for her mother’s safety upon being attacked. Ignoring the safety of their rear, she led her troops forward with fierce determination. In an instant, the barbarian army, severed in two, descended into chaos. The Saint Tiroman army, which had been fleeing forward, turned their spears and counter-attacked, engaging in a mêlée with Jessica’s contingent.