Final Battle III

Not long after the Squad Leader of the guard was killed, the guard unit was almost completely wiped out. In stark contrast, the routed army from the duchy suffered only negligible casualties.

This astonishing turn of events quickly alerted the guards, who immediately realized that this group of routed soldiers was definitely not ordinary.

After a brief discussion, the guards made a decisive decision: apart from sending a small force to escort the senior officers of Count Colt and the Northern Alliance Command to safety, all the rest of the guards rushed straight towards the enemy without hesitation.

"Grand Master, a large number of enemy reinforcements are coming, but it looks like some people are fleeing from the rear!" A defeated soldier from the duchy hurriedly reported the situation to his commander on horseback.

Upon hearing this, the mysterious figure who had been hidden beneath the wide cloak finally revealed himself—none other than Hurst of the Silver Maple Secret Guard!

"Hmph, they must have noticed something was wrong with us!" Hurst said coldly, his face ashen. "Unfortunately, it's too late now. We're so close to them, victory is in sight!"

Immediately afterwards, he issued the order, "Pass down the order that all personnel immediately remove their disguises, take the secret medicine, and pursue the fleeing enemy with all their might. We must catch up with that despicable traitorous Count, regardless of whether he lives or dies!"

Before long, the remnants of the duchy quickly took off their tattered, worn-out armor, which was used to deceive others, and revealed a brand-new, jet-black leather battle armor—without a doubt, this group of people was the cadet team that had fought alongside Hurst earlier!

Immediately afterwards, these people took out the medicine bottles they had prepared in advance from their pockets without hesitation, and drank them down in one gulp.

Shortly after swallowing the medication, many people showed signs of pain on their faces, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably; some even knelt down, clutching their abdomens tightly, their faces as pale as paper; and some even began to vomit large amounts of blood... The scene was extremely gruesome!

Witnessing this scene, Hurst was extremely disappointed and cursed at the trainees who were being tortured, "You useless bunch! You're nothing but a bunch of untrained defective products!"

If it weren't for the urgent situation and the urgent need for cannon fodder, I wouldn't bother sending you all to your deaths!

Nevertheless, thankfully, this severe adverse reaction did not last long.

After about a minute or two, most of the trainees gradually stopped vomiting and convulsing, and slowly stood up. Only a dozen or so who had more severe reactions lay on the ground, their fate unknown.

Their bodies didn't seem to have changed much, except that their breathing became more rapid, their pupils were noticeably dilated and filled with blood vessels, and their originally handsome faces now appeared particularly terrifying and ferocious due to extreme distortion.

But at the same time, everyone exuded a frenzied aura, more like ravenous beasts than humans!

Only then did Hurst say with satisfaction, "Very good. It was a reduced dose of the secret medicine, and I didn't expect that 80 or 90% would still be left."

If you survive this battle, becoming a captain or mentor is only a matter of time!

He turned to look at the guards who were already charging towards him and ordered them, "Charge!"

Kill them!

Before the words were even finished, the group of students rushed forward with incredible speed, faster than a galloping horse at full speed!

Just a dozen seconds later, the two teams clashed, followed by a fierce battle.

The guards discovered that their opponents were all incredibly ferocious, possessing immense strength and even being incapable of feeling pain. Even if they were knocked several meters away by warhorses, they could get up and fight again without a care. Only by cutting off their limbs and beheading them could they be rendered incapable of fighting.

The battle hadn't lasted long, but the guards had already suffered heavy casualties. Had they not been the most elite warriors, they might have already been routed.

The Battalion Commander of the guard looked at the chaotic battlefield, his hands and feet turning cold. "Who are these people? Where did the duchy create these monsters from?!"

Just then, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest and realized that he had been pierced by a spear. After falling from his warhorse, he could only watch as a black figure chased after Count Colt in the direction he had retreated!