Charles sensed the Leland King's condition through his spiritual power. He walked over, raised his longsword high, then brought it down in a savage chop.
Crack!
With the sound of bone snapping, the head of the third-tier Tide Warrior, the Leland King, was severed cleanly.
Charles let out a whistle, and the Wild Colt, which had been keeping away from the battlefield, immediately charged over.
Charles swung himself onto the horse, retracted his demon form, then casually beckoned and seized a spear with his spiritual power.
He impaled the Leland King's head on the spear, raised it high, and roared, "Your king is dead! Why haven't you surrendered!?"
The infantry battle ahead had already been difficult.
Charles's infantry was lacking in both quality and numbers, but their morale was high.
Leland Kingdom's infantry was numerous and more elite, but their morale was poor.
On top of that, the elite Blood Ring Knights on the outskirts had found time to launch several consecutive charges during the infantry battle.
These Leland Kingdom infantrymen had long been struggling to hold on.
Now that they saw their king was dead, their will to fight plummeted even further.
Their morale instantly sank to rock bottom.
Ordinary soldiers generally did not recognize their king, but the sounds from the fierce battle between the king and Charles had been tremendously loud—and now they had fallen silent.
Ordinary soldiers did not recognize the king.
But the nobles did, and they immediately began to flee.
That did it. The remaining Leland Kingdom soldiers collapsed outright.
Some threw down their weapons and surrendered, while the others began to scatter in rout.
In such circumstances, the disadvantage of having too few troops became apparent.
Charles simply did not have enough men to send out and capture prisoners.
He dispatched all his