A few days after the encirclement was complete, the Fourth Army Group and Second Group continued their frenzied assaults, tightening their grip on the defenders' territory on Holy Sword Mountain.
The other troops were either resting or working on fortifications.
The Fourth Army Group estimated that the battle on Holy Sword Mountain would take a month to finish, and that they would need that long to capture every city.
That estimate was optimistic. Heat Weapons had directly given them a large number of fighters whose combat strength rivaled that of Fifth Order mages.
Their enemies had also been cut off from outside weapons supplies, making them even easier to deal with.
Their ten thousand men could only be issued two thousand rifles, while the other side could equip every squad with machine guns—or, if they lacked the means, every platoon. The difference between the two sides was obvious.
The gap was simply too great.
As for their concentrated elite fighting force, it was their trump card and the foundation of their strength.
They couldn't deploy it unless absolutely necessary.
This went on until the seventh day.
Louis finally made the secret decision to travel by air to Lothair's side and attend his banquet.
In order to secure the strength to oppose Lynn, Louis was willing to risk everything.
He didn't mind risking being hacked to death by Lothair.
As soon as he arrived at Lothair's tent, Lothair's hearty laughter as he held his wine cup came to an abrupt stop. His rugged, square face turned inscrutable, and everyone at the banquet fell silent as well.
Lothair glanced at Louis. "Well, look who it is. His Majesty the Emperor?"
Louis hurriedly bent over to check his clothes. After confirming he wasn't wearing an emperor's robes, he forced a smile. "No, no,