Chapter 80
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Chapter 80: Lennon and the Way to Victory
Inside the tent.
"I need to check something first." Leo held a map and pointed to a corner of the map on the table inside the tent. "Why is this different from my map?"
"Different?" Viscount Carter leaned over, took a quick look, and smiled knowingly. "Mr. Leo, the map you have is from summer, and the one on the table is from winter."
"I see." Leo nodded, thinking deeply as he held his chin.
The brief interruption did not stop the argument in the tent. Lennon continued, "We’ll take care of delaying the enemy. You should continue north with the saintess to Winter Fortress, and I will draw them away."
"Wait a minute." Leo turned his head to look at Lennon, whose strength was fading away. "If we are going to die, then let’s choose a different way to die, Knight Commander."
"A different way to die?"
"Yes, a way that could bring us victory." Leo was resolute.
"Victory?" Lennon was taken aback, and a hint of human expression appeared on his usually expressionless face. "I need to make sure, when you say victory, do you mean getting rid of the Night Demon chasing us, or—"
"The victory I mean is to completely eliminate the Night Demon Soldiers that are after us." Leo shook his head.
"Completely eliminate?"
"My goodness… Leo…"
"No way, just with our troops?"
"This is just too…"
Whispers filled the tent; if it weren’t Leo saying this, the believers would have rushed out of the tent without even a second thought.
To face an elite group of over a thousand Night Demons with this ragtag army and completely wipe them out…
Such a thing could only be imagined in dreams…
Unlike the believers’ doubts, Viscount Carter and his generals, who followed Leo all the way, trusted Leo’s words completely and stared at the believers with cold eyes.
"Leo… cough cough." Lennon coughed twice, tiredly rubbing his forehead. "What I must tell you is that I’m no longer the Divine Knight I used to be. The power I can wield now is only about fifth-tier, and… I can only maintain it for a short time. Even so, do you believe we can win?"
"It’s easier to win than to keep you all here delaying things."
"Then tell me the detailed plan." Lennon looked at him seriously.
"No, I can only tell you what each team should do, not the overall plan." Leo locked eyes with him.
"Are you joking?" Saintess Fleur stepped forward first. "You expect us to follow you without even telling us what the plan is? If we had ignored your opinion back then and followed Knight Lennon’s idea to return directly to the royal city, we wouldn’t be in this passive situation now!"
"Yeah, what are we supposed to do now?"
"Still annihilate the Night Demon. Leo, I really doubt if your sanity has been consumed!"
"Can you still hear the voice of our Lord?"
The angry voices of the believers erupted, as this group of Order Cultists, who had never been on a battlefield, gradually lost their sanity in the face of continuous death.
They, who had always followed absolute reason, became weaker in the face of despair because they suppressed their humanity and did not let it out, compared to the noisy soldiers.
"Damn it, did a donkey kick your heads, you bunch of believers!" The soldiers beside Viscount Carter were unhappy, rolled up their sleeves, and slammed their fists on the table, "Can you really blame Leo for what happened at Winter Fortress?"
"If you had told us earlier about the duke’s death, would we have all these other troubles? Huh!"
"Damn it, without Leo, Winter Fortress would have fallen on the first day, and I’m afraid the royal city would be gone by now!"
"Now you’re blaming him! I ask you, if your Order Cultists were capable, why didn’t your master send down divine punishment to defeat that giant dragon and destroy these Night Demons? Huh?"
"A bunch of nonsense, cowards, useless!"
The generals pointed their fingers, cursing loudly and harshly.
The Order Cultists had never been insulted like this; they didn’t know how to respond and could only repeat again and again, "You! You! You!"
Leo watched nervously from the side.
Although the leaders were always defending him…
They seemed unaware that Leo was now also an Order Cultist…
What a mess, everyone…
"Stop it! The Winter Fortress situation is not Mr. Leo’s fault!" Kalian slammed her hand on the table, halting the argument, "Alright… if you still see me as the heir of North Land, then…"
"Please lend your strength to Mr. Leo!"
"I, Kalian Tersk, unconditionally trust Mr. Leo’s judgment!"
As soon as she said this, the Order Cultists and the leaders exchanged glances and fell silent.
The title of the ruler of North Land still holds power.
However, this does not mean that this title can completely convince these believers.
"Cough, cough…" Lennon coughed up more blood and raised his hand to stop the servant who wanted to help him, "Leo, since you have said that, I will hand over the command of the Order Sect to you from now on."
"Knight Commander!"
"Lennon!"
"Alright, no more talking." Lennon stepped forward, walked beside Leo, and his presence loomed over him, "Tell me, are you sure you can lead us to victory."
Though it was not as powerful as during the days at Winter Fortress, a weakened tiger is still a tiger, and Lennon’s presence made Leo feel uneasy.
But Leo was not afraid and met his gaze:
"I will win."
"Good." Lennon
He took off the sword from his waist and handed it to Leo, "From now on, you are the commander of the Order Sect on the front line. Whether it is me, the saintess, or any other believer, we must all obey your orders."
"…" Leo took the long sword. Even though he did not have a good feeling about the Order Sect, he suddenly felt a strange excitement rising within him.
That feeling…
Came from trust,
And even more from…
Power.
Although he thought of ways to defeat the enemy, he did not feel completely confident.
He dared to share his opinions mainly because—he did not see the lives of the Order Sect believers as lives. While others were worried about what would happen if they lost, Leo only thought about escaping with Kalian if they lost.
But he did not expect that Lennon trusted him so much.
Since that’s the case, let’s give it a try, to see one’s own strength.
"Lennon…" Fleur looked at the Knight Commander with a pale face, clenching her fists, lost in her thoughts.
"Please, no more, Master Saintess. I have made up my mind," Lennon waved his hand and unfastened his knight’s armor.
With a loud clang.
The heavy armor hitting the ground made the earth tremble.
Immediately, a golden light burst forth from Lennon’s once decayed body.
His muscles swelled one after another, his original golden hair slowly turning into silver, and his presence grew stronger, surpassing even his peak state.
Such great power made everyone inside the tent shiver.
Indeed, the current Lennon was nothing like he claimed, with only fifth-tier strength.
He is not at the sixth tier; no, he has surpassed the sixth tier, getting very close to the seventh tier.
"I have had enough of this fuss and show," Lennon said, tilting his head back, his expression becoming more proud. He seemed more like a "person" now, "Leo, for the next forty-eight natural hours, I am a warrior."
"The strongest warrior in North Land."
"You can command me as you wish, and lead us to victory."
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