Chapter 136
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Chapter 136: Silver White Flower
“There are only four to five hundred of them. Hold them back! No, annihilate these reckless fools!” Domingo roared, his voice tinged with hollow bluster. His handsome face twisted unnaturally.
Out of habitual caution and an unexplainable dread, Domingo had refrained from ordering the thousand destroyer cavalry around him to activate their Blood Frenzy skills. Now, he congratulated himself for that foresight.
These thousand destroyer cavalry were the cream of the crop, averaging Level 33—three full levels above the norm. Their weapons weren’t mere lances for charging, but heavy flails paired with shields, granting both offense and defense with devastating reach.
Midi’s Nightblade Leopard Cavalry stood no chance against these armored juggernauts!
Domingo declared this verdict in his heart.
The destroyer cavalry surged forward like a bursting dam, howling as they charged the approaching enemies.
Yet Midi remained unflinching against the tidal wave of steel. Even Klasty and the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry showed no trace of panic.
True elites wouldn’t waver even with blades at their throats—let alone when the enemy was still a hundred meters away.
Coldly observing the charge, Klasty barked an order once the distance narrowed to a hundred meters: “Ready positions!”
At his command, the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry tensed, their right hands gripping strange silver-white blades as broad as shields strapped to their backs.
These were their signature throwing blades—but altered. Larger, sharper, sturdier, and humming with faint magic.
Had Domingo noticed this detail, he might have hesitated. But under the Fog Demon “Feast of Night,” even a Level 40 magic scholar dubbed the “top expert in strategy” grew bluntness. Such subtleties escaped him.
As the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry poised to strike, Domingo made no adjustments. His destroyer cavalry simply raised shields, following standard protocol against ranged attacks.
Hooves thundered. Fifty meters closed in a breath.
Klasty’s face hardened. “Draw!”
*Shing! Shing! Shing!*
Hundreds of silver blades whipped through the air, unfolding mid-flight into triple-pronged whirring discs. They sliced through smoke and bloodstained mist, trailing icy streaks.
The spinning blades wove a lethal net—a blooming field of silver death.
Shields rose. Empowered by their Blood Aura, the destroyer cavalry moved as one unbreakable chain. Blades clanged against tower shields, spraying sparks and screeching before bouncing away.
“Hmph. Mere throwing blades against shielded destroyers?” Domingo scoffed.
The Nightblade Leopard Cavalry were mid-range fighters. What were their pitiful close-combat skills compared to destroyer cavalry who rivaled Berserkers in blade battles? Another fifty meters, and slaughter would follow.
Midi’s surprise attack had rattled Domingo, but now relief settled in. Fundamentals always prevailed. No clever tactics or high-level adventurers could match the Scroll branch’s years of preparation.
Yet as Domingo awaited his enemy’s collapse, the impossible happened.
The blades didn’t drop or return. They hovered, dancing mid-air.
Red glows emanated from the cavalry’s gloves. With flicking gestures, the blades swooped and veered like kites on invisible strings.
“Magic Spinning Blades?” Domingo’s face turned ashen.
"Multiple Blade Strikes!" Klasty ordered again.
At his command, the Spinning Blades hovering midair struck down violently like surging silver tides, relentlessly battering the destroyer cavalry’s formation as endless crashing waves.
Even the tightest defense eventually cracks. Under the overwhelming storm of Spinning Blade attacks, the destroyer cavalry’s shield wall finally collapsed. Spotting their momentary disarray, Klasty’s eyes glinted coldly. He angled his clenched right fist downward, and the Spinning Blade instantly sliced through the air in a silver flash.
The blade slipped between two shields, then jerked sideways, carving deep gashes across both riders’ throats. Two heads thudded to the ground, arterial blood spraying wildly.
While their companions’ deaths didn’t shake the destroyer cavalry’s resolve, their defenses crumbled. More riders fell, the survivors struggling to maintain formation.
Fifty meters became an impassable Fire Sea. As Spinning Blades whirled endlessly, the ever-advancing destroyer cavalry slowed—some even halting completely.
Forced to abandon their charge, the riders adapted. Keeping shields raised, they swapped flails for black-iron throwing axes. These heavy weapons could be hurled fifty meters with gunner-grade armor-piercing force.
A unified roar erupted as hundreds of axes tore through the air toward the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry. The unprotected riders would’ve been decimated—but at the last moment, the airborne Spinning Blades streaked back, their surfaces flattening into spinning shields that formed a shimmering silver canopy!
Metallic clangs thundered continuously, sparks raining down as axes shattered blades. Dozens of twisted Spinning Blades clattered to the earth. Yet the barrage was thwarted.
Of five hundred original blade leaves, three hundred remained. They hummed angrily before surging upward again. Disarmed riders calmly retrieved saddlebag components, reassembling fresh blades within seconds to rejoin the fray.
Trapped in this lethal web, the destroyer cavalry could only endure slaughter. To Midi, however, this outcome was expected.
These gesture-controlled magical blade leaves had been crafted by Master Norton and alchemy prodigies specifically for Nightblade Leopard Cavalry. Compared to destroyer cavalry fixated on Berserker enhancements, the equipment disparity was staggering—especially for mid-range units, where gear advantages multiply.
The enemy had hidden trumps, but so did Midi. Where their strength came from years of funding, his sprang from reincarnation-granted foresight and the combined genius of himself, Fina, and Alice.
Seeing enemy lines crumbling under endless blade assaults, Midi knew the killing blow was due. He nodded to the tall elf beside him.
"Fury Strike!" Klasty bellowed.
Hundreds of Spinning Blades rocketed skyward before arcing down as a unified silver meteor, sonic booms trailing their descent. The cataclysmic impact atomized everything in its path—men, steeds, entire squadrons—beneath spinning blade leaves.
Through the storm of broken swords and blood mist, Midi’s forces cascaded forward like a raging torrent.
The destroyer cavalry’s flanks reacted impressively—true Scroll branch elites. Despite shattered formations, they surged sideways to block Midi’s charge, buying Commander Domingo retreat time.
Midi didn’t slow. Snorting coldly, he unleashed a glowing halo.
Sword Soul secret skill: Breaking Army Rising Dragon Whip!
The glowing whip materialized with a howling gale, its shadowy strikes bypassing shields and armor to snake into riders’ very marrow. Instantly, intercepting forces dissolved into bloody chunks.
Unfazed, Midi lashed repeatedly astride his crimson-eyed panther—a battlefield Grim Reaper.
Domingo tasted bitterness. His flawless plan, executed without error…
How had collapse come so swiftly?
