At that moment.
Tens of thousands of cavalry surged toward the Evil God Holy Son's army.
Deprived of the protection of the Feudal Noble army,
these remaining troops were utterly incapable of stopping the oncoming cavalry.
Some nobles who worshiped the Evil God saw what was happening.
Those with quick wits had already slipped away.
But at that moment,
the Border Knights led by Gudrian, along with the capital's Iron Guard, arrived.
They plunged straight into both flanks.
"Worshiping the Evil God is treason against the Alpha Kingdom."
"According to the laws of the capital, traitors must die!"
Gudrian gripped the Gandor Spear.
He pointed murderously at the nobles attempting to flee.
The next moment.
The cavalry legion formed by the Border Nobles and Dragon Spear Knights launched its charge.
The earth trembled.
The sound of slaughter rang out.
These traitors were already terrified and on edge.
After only a few short charges,
the ground was covered with the corpses of traitors.
Just as outside the capital,
the defeated feudal rebel forces were trampled into minced flesh beneath countless warhorses.
Among the nobles who died in battle,
Duke Morales, the nominal commander, was among them.
He could be considered lucky.
In Iron Thorn Territory,
among the nobles who supported the rebellion, from dukes to marquises,
no one knew how many had died.
They were not even the most miserable ones. The most miserable was Cauns, that arrogant fool who did not know his own limits.
After suffering a crushing defeat on the flank,
he was hacked to pieces.
Then he was trampled beneath warhorses.
His body could no longer even be found in its entirety.
"Don't kill me."
"I am the king's uncle."
"I am a Border Noble of the royal family."
"I am the Duke of Rainbow!"
"You cannot