Chapter 120
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Chapter 120: Shattered
The Scarred General was confident in his long-spear formations.
Yet had he stepped onto the smoke-choked battlefield to face the Golden Branch cavalry and their commander, his confidence might have crumbled—these raiders tore through defenses like paper!
Layered barricades, iron walls of Heavy Knights, overturned wagons, and tower shields—none could halt their charge.
Split into five spearheads, the raiders rampaged through Flowing Water County. Each spearpoint was led by sixty elite Golden Branch Heavy Knights in tight wedge formations, smashing through defenses like a hammer shattering glass.
At the center path, where Black Flame resistance burned fiercest, stalked a figure that froze soldiers’ blood—
Midi Asreks!
Compared to his clashes with the Crimson Flame Legion during the noble wars, Midi now stood transformed. Where he’d once alternated between Sword Soul and Ghost Cry skills, relying on his greatsword and demon arrays, he now mastered all four Demon Swordman paths. Sword Soul techniques slaughtered at close range, Ghost Cry arrays entangled foes, and Asura’s wave swords rained destruction rivaling any Elementalist’s magic.
No weakness remained. He butchered distant enemies in melee and crushed close fighters with ranged strikes. While others drained their magic, Midi’s boundless Ultimate Intent fueled endless carnage. Even the Queen of Magic’s reserves paled before this.
Reborn experience, fourfold mastery, and his spirit-bonded panther forged Midi into a living War Machine. Where he passed, a gore-soaked whirlwind left only wreckage.
Sixty armored Heavy Knights trailed his wake, lances gleaming. Three hundred forty Light Cavalry and archers harried flanks.
All wore numb expressions. Awe had long faded—now they simply struggled to keep pace. Midi’s relentless advance forced them to spur mounts wildly despite facing the enemy’s heart. Only by ignoring his monstrous strength could they focus.
Yet even a War Machine knows limits.
“Retreat! North Gate!” Midi barked.
Though slaughtering freely, he’d never succumbed to arrogance. As commander of two thousand, he saw the tide turning—Black Flame forces were rallying. Greed bred defeat, a mistake his rebirth-steeled mind avoided.
Odel fired a blazing signal flare into the moonless sky. Five raiding spears converged northward, torrents merging into one raging flood. Midi led the new spearpoint.
Chaotic streets, choking smoke, and night’s veil hid their retreat. But the Scarred General moved faster.
When Midi’s iron tide reached the North Gate, the Black Flame’s prized long-spear formations already waited behind fortifications—calm, prepared, and unbroken.
It was called a long-spear formation, but these two thousand-man units actually consisted of three types of soldiers.
At the forefront stood the Great Shield Soldiers wielding massive arched shields nearly human height. Working in groups of three – one holding the shield, another bracing it with their body, and a third supporting it with a wooden pole – even Heavy Knights’ charges couldn’t budge this defensive wall.
Behind these human fortresses came the true Pikemen. These soldiers stood in precise rows holding six-meter dragon spears with serrated edges. Each rear rank rested their weapons on the front rank’s shoulders, creating an impenetrable wall of spearpoints extending beyond the great shields.
From afar, the formation resembled a spiked tortoise – impregnable to attack and impossible to breach.
The deadliest element came at the formation’s rear – the Heavy Javelin Throwers. These towering soldiers used specialized devices to hurl javelins with enough force to pin cavalrymen and their steeds to the ground.
Cavalry stalled by shields and harried by spears became easy prey for these throwers, transformed into gruesome human skewers by the raining javelins.
This was the Black Flame Legion’s cornerstone – the cavalry-crushing long-spear formation.
Now Midi prepared to shatter this perfected defense with nothing but cavalry.
"Follow my blade! Though today’s weapon isn’t exactly a sword," Midi declared, flicking blood from his greatsword before sheathing it. He drew an unremarkable hilt from his belt.
Light erupted from the hilt, forming a crackling lightsaber.
With a thunderous crack, Midi snapped his wrist. A lightning whip exploded through the air like an awakened dragon!
Sword Soul special technique – Breaking Army Rising Dragon Whip!
Truthfully, Midi’s whip skills remained crude. A week’s training since inheriting this swordsmanship branch technique – barely ten days – proved insufficient for mastery, even with his second awakening experience from a past life.
Yet for breaking this "spiked tortoise" formation, his rudimentary skills sufficed.
This confidence stemmed not from arrogance, but from rigorous testing with Fina during their journey from Rose Mountain City. Knowing the Black Flame Legion’s reputation, they’d spent every day devising counters to long-spear formations.
Their experiments proved the whip’s devastating effectiveness against such defenses.
Hence Midi’s seemingly reckless promise at Fu Long Fortress – to take Flowing Water County in two days. While Golden Branch generals saw this as gambling with Hamilton family elite troops, Midi and Fina knew it was calculated strategy.
A reincarnator’s caution guided Midi’s preparations – no unnecessary risks, only meticulous planning. Others’ disbelief simply revealed their ignorance of hidden advantages.
Like the Breaking Army Rising Dragon Whip now screaming through the air.
A single strike.
Midi only knew one technique – "Mountain Shaker".
True to its name, the attack’s power wasn’t in speed or brute force, but in transferring energy through defenses. The whip’s impact bypassed shields and armor to ravage flesh directly.
Deafening thunderclaps erupted as the strike landed.
Thirty Great Shield Soldiers vaporized into crimson mist. Their iron wall collapsed as shields, armor, and helmets clattered to earth.
The formation’s "tortoise shell" gaped open.
"Now! Follow my blade!" Midi roared. "Charge!"
The steel tide behind him surged forward, unstoppable.
