Chapter 134
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Chapter 134: The Hawk Brigade’s First Battle
The Hawk Brigade, composed of five thousand adventurers, clashed with ten thousand destroyer cavalry empowered by Berserker abilities. Five thousand versus ten thousand—a battle between armies of different eras.
Within the white mist and thickening scent of blood, two iron currents collided violently. The cacophony of clashing blades, grinding metal, war cries, whistling bullets, magical chants, flame explosions, and surges of magic energy roared across the battlefield.
“They’re… stopping the destroyer cavalry?” Domingo maintained the composed facade of Belmar Duchy’s top strategist, yet his confidence wavered. He’d always believed the destroyer cavalry to be the nation’s strongest force. Neither the Golden Branch Legion nor the Black Flame Legion—not even leaders like Midi or Fina—could defeat them head-on. Blessed by Kazan, the God of Destruction, these cavalrymen wielded Berserker powers and could multiply their strength instantly. Who could withstand ten thousand frenzied warriors?
Yet now, they were being halted—not by elite soldiers, but by Midi’s Hawk Brigade adventurers. How? These were undisciplined treasure hunters who scavenged ruins for gold, lacking military training or teamwork. How could they block fearless destroyer cavalry?
Domingo couldn’t fathom it. But reality proved undeniable.
“Stop overthinking! Just smash these monsters!” roared Dickson, the level 40 paladin commanding the frontline defense. He swung his weapon as holy light pulsed around him—the Guardian’s Emblem skill. This ability boosted allies’ defenses against physical and magical attacks while sharing damage among them, mirroring the Berserkers’ Blood Aura but on a smaller scale.
Dickson wasn’t alone. Dozens of high-level paladins activated their own Guardian’s Emblems. Golden light intertwined, forming a protective chain around the Hawk Brigade’s thousand-strong vanguard. Against the cavalry’s relentless charges, this barrier held firm—a dam unbroken by raging tides.
Worse for the destroyer cavalry, their own skills paled in comparison. They’d only inherited fragments of Berserker power, relying on standard tactics: lance charges, broadsword slashes, and close-range longsword strikes. The adventurers, however, wielded diverse abilities. Defenders used Guardian’s Emblem, Heavenly Voice, and even temporary invincibility via Holy Light Guardian. Attackers blended Pure White Blade slashes with Holy Light Sphere projectiles.
And paladins were just one class. Dickson’s unit included ice mages freezing foes mid-charge, demolitionists raining explosives, and battle mages skewering enemies with war spears. These adventurers averaged level 33—far beyond ordinary troops.
The destroyer cavalry buckled under relentless, coordinated assaults. Even their damage-sharing tactics failed against the Hawk Brigade’s counterattacks. Similar struggles erupted across the battlefield.
Elementalists hurled fire and lightning, but the cavalry faced worse—Ice Mages flash-freezing ranks, Summoners swarming the field with beasts, and magic scholars warping reality itself. Gunners and roaming gunslingers provided covering fire while ammunition experts lobbed grenades, backed by Blue Fist Saints enhancing their strikes.
And behind it all lurked the Mist Sorceress Alice, her summoned beasts flooding gaps in the lines. The destroyer cavalry, trained for conventional warfare, drowned in this storm of chaos.
Many times, the destroyer cavalry concentrated their forces to nearly crush the Hawk Brigade’s small flank, but Devil’s Vines and Devil’s Flowers suddenly erupted from the ground, forcefully pushing them back.
The high-level elemental Elves flying overhead, raining down magical attacks, made the destroyer cavalry constantly vulnerable. Repeatedly, hundreds of cavalrymen found themselves trapped by elemental magic, only to be overwhelmed by swarming adventurers.
The adventurers’ varied professions and skills, combined with Alice’s powerful Summoned Beasts and Midi’s precise commands, wove together to create the unstoppable force called the Hawk Brigade.
If the Blood Aura turned the destroyer cavalry into an unbreakable iron wall, then under Midi’s leadership and Alice’s support, the Hawk Brigade flowed like liquid mercury—shapeless yet unstoppable, dissolving every assault while hiding lethal strikes beneath its fluid movements.
Under this relentless pressure, the battlefield’s balance shifted from deadlock to clear dominance.
The Hawk Brigade, initially underestimated, became the suppressors.
The once-arrogant destroyer cavalry now retreated.
Yet Midi stayed cautious.
The Hawk Brigade numbered only five thousand—half the enemy’s forces. Even with current advantages, the tide could still turn.
Moreover, Midi knew these enemies must hold another trump card beyond Blood Awakening and Blood Aura.
The proof lay in their behavior: despite being blinded by the Fog Demon’s "Feast of Night," battered by endless attacks, and outmaneuvered at every turn, these speed-focused cavalry kept seeking counterattack opportunities rather than retreating.
Midi, hardened by twenty years of reincarnation and countless battles, had already read the enemy commander’s mind.
Now, he’d force that hidden card into play.
"Relay the order: magicians prepare a concentrated blue Magic Beam aimed at the enemy’s core formation!" Midi commanded Kelvin through magical communications.
"Concentrated Magic Beam?" Kelvin hesitated.
The spell required multiple magicians channeling power through a magic array—a flashy but inefficient tactic. Most preferred simpler, stronger spells.
Yet hearing "blue" and "enemy center," Kelvin suddenly understood.
Soon, a azure Magic Beam tore through the white mist, exploding violently in the cavalry’s midst.
"A Magic Beam? Impossible!" Domingo’s face twisted as the blast erupted nearby.
He feared not the spell, but its caster—Fina Hamilton!
Had the Sais family fallen so quickly? Or fled upon seeing their allies swallowed by mist?
Domingo’s mind raced with possibilities.
When no second beam followed, he guessed Fina remained locked in battle elsewhere. But her brief intervention suggested the City of Rainbow Light’s defenders were gaining ground.
Now was his last chance.
Gritting his teeth, Domingo drew an ornate wand from his robes—its surface etched with magical runes, the hilt bearing a rare star sapphire. This unique artifact could unleash his cavalry’s final weapon.
Chanting sharply, he channeled his magic into the wand. A magic wave stormed across the battlefield, engulfing every destroyer cavalryman.
Bloodlight ignited in their eyes.
The destroyer cavalry’s legendary third skill activated: Blood Frenzy.
