"General Bamund, I'll leave the rest to you."
On the deck of the ship, Bamund nodded slightly upon hearing Iden's words.
Moments later, two figures flew out and headed for Luohai City.
At that moment, within Luohai City, more than ten thousand warriors from the Blue Veil Battalion and West Wind Battalion began surrounding and slaughtering the fleeing troops.
The meteor strike had reduced the Square Tower to rubble, crushing the resolve of Luohai City's tens of thousands of soldiers to defend the city. Every one of them fled for their lives.
High in the sky, Red held a white spear as he watched Iden and Greg approach across the sea, his eyes filled with the resolve to die.
This year, he was already five hundred and eighty-seven years old.
The maximum lifespan of an eighth-rank warrior was only six hundred years.
In other words, in just over a decade, he would naturally fade into oblivion.
But as a kingdom general and the deputy commander of the Stone Armor Legion, what he sought was a glorious death in battle, not death in bed.
After choosing his target, Red charged forward with his spear. Countless flames emerged around him, enveloping his body and ultimately forming a fifty-meter-tall Flame Giant.
Watching his opponent charge straight at him, Iden glanced at Greg, then drew the legendary Knight's Longsword personally bestowed upon him by the lord and met the attack head-on.
The blade split apart the heatwave, carving a blazing white gash across the giant's palm.
The sky became a battlefield, a place where flames intertwined.
On the ground, the fighting had not stopped.
Greg lowered his head and surveyed the land below. After looking around and finding no enemy worth his intervention, he turned his attention back to the battle in the sky,