Demihumans, Ready to Die!

The Gnolls were beaten back, starting to attempt to flee. Henry could only lead the bloodthirsty soldiers in continuing their fierce assault.

Rip!

Henry's Battle Axe got stuck in a Gnoll's body. Helpless, Henry could only abandon the Battle Axe and draw his Greatsword to fight.

Actually, Henry's Battle Axe had already become dull long ago. Many of the Gnolls he had cut down were finished off by the soldiers beside him.

With Henry's fighting style, his weapons would definitely need repair after a battle, or even be irreparable. It was too extravagant!

Henry, who switched to using a Greatsword, was even more terrifying. His immense strength caused the surrounding soldiers to dodge to the side, afraid of being accidentally taken out by one of Henry's swings.

As the Greatsword in Henry's hand swung, Demihumans were cut down one after another, their Blood flowing like a river.

Henry was covered in Blood, grinning with bared teeth, and continued to attack his next target.

Soon, the Noble Private Army and a reserve unit from the Seventh Legion joined in. The Demihuman reinforcements also arrived, making the area even more bloody.

Every second, dozens of lives perished here. Ten or more years of growth seemed like a joke; just one enemy attack could make all that time vanish into thin air.

At this moment, Henry had become the key figure in this battle. His powerful strength astonished everyone.

Even the indifferent Nobles who disliked him had to deeply admire Henry's bravery.

The Gnolls began to collapse, frantically charging into the supporting Goatman Army behind them. This gave the Noble Private Army an opportunity to strike while the iron was hot.

The soldiers who had been following Henry had already withdrawn. They had no strength to continue fighting, and their casualties were too high, losing a full third. It was all thanks to Henry that they hadn't collapsed.

At this moment, the Grassland was filled with a strong smell of Blood, and the ground was stained red with Blood. The sunlight shone on the Bloodstains, trying to dispel the darkness here.

Henry stood in the pool of Blood, looking particularly ferocious and terrifying.

He was breathing heavily, his gaze fixed on the constantly clashing troops before him. He could only rest in place, or even retreat to rest.

He was also exhausted. He had no idea how many Demihumans he had killed, but it was definitely at least a hundred.

Bain and Philip arrived with the Army and protected Henry.

"Master, you can't fight like this! Why did you suddenly charge out?! You still have a Territory, and you have plenty of good days ahead! There's no need to risk your life like this!"

Henry smiled at the agitated Bain. He wasn't doing it for the spoils of war, but for... leveling up and training points. Yes, that must be it.

It absolutely couldn't be that Henry just wanted to cut something! Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Philip, take the Cavalry over there and bring back my warhorse. I need to rest.

Bain, leave those nine Veteran Shielded Crossbowmen. The rest are under your command. Charge in for me! It's time to prove your ability!"

Upon receiving the order, Philip led a troop of Cavalry and galloped into the distance. Soon, he returned with Henry's warhorse.

With a command from Bain, he took the lead, leaping from his horse, and led the soldiers behind him quickly into the Battlefield.

The New Recruit Squad, holding sharp Swords, slashed without hesitation at the Demihumans they saw. They formed a Shield Formation, compressing the Battlefield step by step, harvesting the lives of the Demihumans.

Boman and Fas, who had already joined the Battlefield, noticed Bain and were greatly shocked.

No, it's one thing for Henry to be so fierce, but how can his attendants be so ruthless?!

Bain led the soldiers in a fierce battle, his brave performance attracting the attention of other soldiers. The soldiers who had spontaneously formed ranks and followed Henry now rallied around Bain.

On the battlefield, the sounds of killing rose and fell. Henry, mounted on his warhorse, observed the flow of the battle. Seeing the New Recruit Squad led by Bain gain a local advantage, he felt a quiet satisfaction.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, carrying a strong scent of blood. Henry took a deep breath, feeling the cruelty of war.

This was clearly a slaughterhouse!

It had been a full three hours of fighting, and it was nearing dusk. Both sides had rotated their fighting units three times, and the war had reached its most intense point!

The Third Army Commander noticed the localized fighting on the right flank this time and asked, "Did you Autongard call upon all the nobles in the entire Grassland who can fight?"

Sebastian shook his head and said, "As you can see, this is Sir Henry Burley's bravery igniting the passion of the nobles. Perhaps they want to recreate the glory of the first generation of nobles?"

"Marquis Alberti Leonna Batista, have your Eleventh Legion's elite Cataphract Cavalry attack from the right flank. I will also have my Grassland Heavy Horse Archer Battalion flank them!"

Marquis Alberti Leonna Batista, the Legion Commander of the Eleventh Legion, was a true high-ranking figure in the Empire. He came from a Ducal family in the Imperial Court and had a little Royal Family blood, just a little, of course.

He was both a Marquis directly under the King, possessing a vast Territory, and a Legion Commander of the Empire, holding significant power.

Among the three Legion Commanders, Alberti held the highest position, while the Third Army Commander held the lowest, as his Legion had been targeted and ambushed by Demihumans, suffering heavy losses.

Marquis Alberti looked at Henry's Family Banner and asked, "What was his name again?"

"Henry, Sir Henry Burley, Lord of West Lyme."

The Marquis repeated the name softly a few times, praising, "His military achievements are significant... This name sounds a bit familiar. Was he the one who proposed this Pioneering War?"

"Exactly. In the entire Eastern Border, he was the first to propose a joint report."

"He will completely turn his fortunes around in this Pioneering War and become a Great Noble. He might even merge titles and become a Count."

Soon, the true elite Cavalry units began to move. Their actions left the Demihumans on the right flank with little choice but to await death.

The elite Lancers only had some reservations when charging Minotaurs, Bear-people, and Tiger-people. As for the rest, even Centaurs were merely fodder!

Henry looked at the elite Lancers charging recklessly on the Battlefield, and a surge of strength welled up in him again. He immediately spurred his warhorse and charged towards the Demihumans.

And the Third Army's final elite, the Grassland Heavy Horse Archer Battalion, also displayed their high mobility and high burst damage!

The Demihumans' ranged units, swathes of Rabbit-people and Fox-people, were shot down. The Heavy Horse Archers were fully armored, and only the Javelins of the Centaurs and Tiger-people posed a threat to them.

Some Lesser Nobles with fewer men had already withdrawn. They couldn't continue fighting. No one would dare to erase their contributions, so it was better to retreat.

Henry, who had rejoined the meat grinder, was not as Effortless Mastery as before, but his Greatsword, illuminated by the setting sun, could still take a Demihuman's life with every swing.

Fighting, exhilarating!