Halt.
At Velin's command, the army came to a stop.
Not a single sound could be heard within the formation. The silence was terrifying.
The vanguard consisted of thirty thousand Blackrock Army soldiers, commanded by Carlisle and Ferry.
The middle army consisted of twenty thousand Expeditionary Army soldiers and ten thousand Holy Crusaders, commanded by Greg.
The rear army consisted of thirty-six thousand Thousand Forts Army soldiers, commanded by Freeman.
As for the Ice Bear Knight Order and the Star Moon Knight Order, they were positioned on both flanks of the main formation as mobile forces.
Flags fluttered in the fierce wind, while the plumes atop the helmets streamed in the breeze.
The two armies' forward formations stood three kilometers apart. The soldiers in the front ranks had battle intent in their eyes—one side fought for battle merit and wealth, the other to protect their families.
Velin wore silver-white knight armor, with Anansi's Sword at his waist. His expression remained calm as he quietly said, "Begin."
War drums sounded. More than ten thousand archers of the Blackrock Army drew their bows and loosed volleys of arrows toward the enemy camp.
In the middle army, the muzzles of the Magic Energy Cannons were raised. Magic Crystals were embedded into the grooves on the cannon mounts, launching spheres of energy down upon the enemy.
At the front of the German Kingdom's Western Expeditionary Army Eighth Legion, hundreds of soldiers turned into bloody mist, while more than a thousand fell dead.
A commander spoke up. "Commander, the sixth formation of the vanguard has collapsed."
Dobic narrowed his eyes at the distant battlefield and issued an order in an icy voice. "The rear formations will kill the front formations. Leave no routed soldiers alive."
"Yes, Commander."
As the order was relayed, more than a