The hundreds of spears hurtling towards Luther and his cavalry caught them off guard, plunging them into a dangerous and precarious situation. They found themselves in the middle of the enemy army, which, although montarily shaken by the might and strength of the cavalry, could still regroup and charge at them with full strength, renewing their morale.
However, their position also gave them an advantage, allowing them to use the surrounding enemies as a human barrier to defend against the weapons directed at them. The incoming spears were rciless and didn't seem to mind the allies, only preoccupied in getting the target and ending their lives.
The swarm of spears erged from the forest like bees attacking an invader, so stopping after hitting allies, while others managed to tear through the chest of the soldiers, with only a slight change in trajectory. Nevertheless, they still held enough threat.
At that mont, Luther realized that he had to take action and doing nothing could result in losing at least half of the soldiers under him. A result capable of slightly tilting the balance of the war, sothing he couldn't allow.
Huff
Luther drew a quick but deep breath, filling his lungs and urging his heart to beat faster, channeling large amounts of Mana through his circuits. For a brief instant, the world around the general seed to move in slow motion and accompanied by a deafening silence of the surroundings. This stillness scene allowed Luther to hear the ominous sound of the spears cutting through the air. It was close to him and his soldiers. If he faltered, his troops would face a cruel destiny, sothing he wouldn't allow.
"Crescent Moon!" - Luther bellowed, his grip on the sword tightening. His voice echoed like waves through the ocean, spreading through the whole battlefield and shattering the still world around him. The world snapped back to its normal pace and sound filled his ears again.
A rciless blue aura enveloped the general's sword as he swung it in a crescent shape. It was as if the skies were rebelling and attempting to steal the lands, inundating everything around it and suffocating everything under it. The air trembled and vibrated as the aura manifested.
Luther's attack was like a farr waving his scythe. The spears approaching him were the first to fell the impact, trying to resist before being easily flung away. In succession, the swords aid at the cavalry stopped midair and dropped helplessly to the ground, like toys losing its use.
The energy unleashed by Luther's attack didn't stop there and propagated through the battlefield, sending all enemies near him flying. At the sa ti, the snow piled up on the trees were thrown to the air, granting the frozen leaves a breath of space for the first ti in months, perhaps even years. It was indeed a powerful attack from a powerful warrior.
"…Huff…Huff…." – Luther took deep, tired breaths to replenish his Mana and recover his stamina.
The Crescent Moon was a powerful skill, but it used up a lot of his Mana, about half of what he had in his reserves. By expending all his Mana, the general was like a cannon and could smash through the outer walls of a few cities, as he did in Icemit. However, utilizing his entire reserves would render him useless for a short period of ti, unable to move and fight back. It was an ability with great potential but also sothing that could put him and his soldiers in danger. So, Luther only used it when there was no other choice, saving it for ergencies.
After two breaths, the general's worried eyes hurriedly looked to his soldiers, and upon seeing that they were safe and sound, he gave off a relieved sigh. Only a few of them managed to control their mounts and remain on top of them, but overall, they were unhard. If he hadn't taken asures, the number of soldiers under him at this mont would have dropped from eight hundred to five hundred, at least. It was unacceptable to go back with this much damage to the cavalry that the king had invested ti and fortunes in developing.
As Luther shifted his gaze to survey the pack of enemies that had fallen in front of him after his attack, two axes ca flying towards him as fast as bullets. However, despite his slightly fatigued state, Luther remained a great warrior, leagues above any other soldier on this battlefield. He easily deflected the weapons with the side of his sword as if it was nothing. The axes fell helplessly to the ground, next to the hooves of his horse, which had managed to maintain its composure even under Luther's previous Crescent Moon. It was a good and trained horse.
"GIVE YOUR HEAD, OLD MAN!" – A shout echoed through the battlefield as Biff and a small number of nobles, whom Alonso had chosen to participate, appeared.
The burly Biff had thrown the axe and ran towards Luther, ready to pounce at him with only his bare fists, like an untad beast. He didn't care about the dead bodies of his allies or those soldiers trying to get up after being flung away by the old man's attack, Biff dashed forward while stepping over them without a care.
However, just as Luther turned to face this insane and unafraid man charging at him, another spear flew from the forest, this ti much stronger and faster than before. It was aid directly at Luther's head. At the sa mont, a familiar shout echoed, one that Luther had encountered on the borders when he t the old king of Aritreia, an honorable enemy.
"Charge!" – Alonso powerfully billowed as he erged from the forest, his golden crown and grey hair covered by the snow that fell on top of their heads, thanks to Luther's impact on the trees.
He reined his horse and urged it toward Luther without much thought as hundreds of nobles ca out of the forest and ran towards the cavalry, each with a target in mind. They ran over the allies on the ground or in front of them without rcy.
"Duke Latrel! Attack!" – Alonso's voice echoed through the battlefield as he shouted the na of his right-hand man, the one he trusted to manipulate and convey his wishes to the nobles. His only confident.
He wanted to take the risk of killing this old general, who had dominated the North and instilled fear inside his predecessors hears. This figure made his father and grandfather falter, afraid to attack the lands of Stahl. If he eliminated this figure, he would be recognized throughout these parts of the North and solidify his position, allowing him to conquer the neighboring kingdoms with ease.
However, the Duke didn't erge from the other side of the battlefield; not even his shadow was visible - "Duke!!!" - he scread again, continuing to charge towards Luther, the crown on his head still securely in place.
But, Latrel's figure didn't seem willing to show up.
-x-
A figure appeared in front of Eisenburg's gates, carrying a bleeding woman in his arms, his eyes ablaze with a purple hue like the fla of a god, the first fla to be born in this world.
"Open the gates!"- The figure scread - "I am back!"
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