"I heard that the Rhein Emperor has sent both of his sons!" said the leaders at the forefront of an army of 30,000 barbarian cavalry.
"Emperor Rhein only had two sons. We killed them both this time. I wonder if he'll be furious." The bare-chested barbarian strongman was also the commander of the army in the Saint-level.
An elderly chieftain nearby reminded him, "I heard that the Rhein Emperor's youngest son broke through to the Saint-level ten years ago; he's quite a genius."
"If it's only been a decade, then I'm even more confident," Bulake arrogantly.
This time, the barbarians mobilized a raiding force of 100,000 cavalry. The main force consisted of 20,000 cavalry led by Bulake. Their goal was to defeat the Rhine Empire's army led by Barek and completely cripple the eastern part of the Rhine Empire from resistance.
Of course, as steppe cavalry, they would not attack head-on, but would instead flank the enemy in small groups to cut off their supplies, waiting for the enemy to become exhausted before gathering troops from other surrounding tribes to join forces and kill them.
The barbarian tactics had never changed, and the Rhine Empire already had a sufficient number of cavalry, coupled with strong fortifications, to withstand barbarian raids; the military deployment before the great defeat was also sound. If the command post hadn't been unexpectedly attacked, even if the genius Bulake had charged forward, he wouldn't have been able to change the course of the battle.
"Chief, my flying magical beast has spotted a squadron of the Rhine Empire cavalry on the right, numbering approximately six thousand," a light cavalryman reported as he approached.
"Oh? They dare to leave the city and fight us?" Bulake was overjoyed at the prospect of war.
The old man beside him advised, "The Rhine Empire is better equipped than us. Don't engage their cavalry head-on. We'll use the old method: harass them with small groups first, and then crush them in the end."
"No need. There are only six thousand men. I'll lead three thousand to lead the charge, Master. You lead ten thousand to flank them from the side, and the rest will cut off their retreat." Bulake didn't take the old chieftain's advice to heart.
Bulake was born into a medium-sized tribe. After showing exceptional talent in cultivation, he was mentored by the old chief, who later abdicated and made Bulake the chief. However, what worried the old chief was that Bulake seemed to lack wisdom, despite his extraordinary talent in cultivation.
Fortunately, his abilities are enough to make up for this deficiency.
"Isn't it a bit of a disadvantage for six thousand heavy cavalry to face twenty thousand light cavalry?" Jason was a little worried about Barek's decision.
Although they were the elite of the Rhine Empire, and many of their warhorses were hybrid magical beasts specially bred by the royal family, their opponents were also the main force of the barbarian tribes, and in greater numbers.
"That Bulake is always arrogant; he'll fall for it. We'll retreat as soon as we kill that bastard, and reinforcements will come to our aid."
Barek deliberately feigned weakness in hopes of luring Bulake over. To this end, his more than 10,000 cavalrymen were divided into two groups. He himself only took 6,000, while the remaining 4,000 cavalrymen and 5,000 infantrymen were deployed to a distant location, where they would not be able to arrive for at least a short time.
The situation was extremely unfavorable, and Barek had no other choice.
"Bulake has arrived, bringing three thousand vanguard troops, and another ten thousand have circled around from the right," said the officer who had contracted a flying magical beast. "Among the vanguard is a Silver Behemoth!"
Having fought against Behemoth, but previously only a few Bronze Behemoth; Silver Behemoth were extremely rare.
Barek looked at Veronica, who nodded. "No problem."
As the saying goes, "It is better to be lenient with one's enemy than to be complacent." Jason and Veronica had already prepared for the worst regarding the enemy's strength. Veronica carried two magic scrolls with her, both of which she had seized from the Saint-level See of Radiant Church, from the sultan Steller.
And then there's Ivan, the Silver Dragon in the sky. Because he used the Light Element magic "Light Distortion," he now looks like a cloud of white mist from a distance, making it impossible to tell that he is a handsome Silver Dragon.
Barek ordered the entire army to prepare for battle and then turned to begin his pre-battle speech.
Jason and his wife embraced, then flew into the sky. As Saint-level, they couldn't directly participate in the war, but this time Maisiji also gave Jason the order to eliminate the opposing Saint-level.
Through telepathic communication, Jason notified Clear Spring in the reserve forces to come and provide support.
In war, an army can only have one Saint-level stationed there; this is the unspoken rule on the continent—unless it's a war of annihilation. Therefore, Linda and Clear Spring are both in the reserve forces.
Standing a hundred meters in the air, Jason deliberately made his figure visible; this was a way for the Holy Saint-level to boost morale and stabilize the troops.
From the sky's perspective, the battle between the two armies on the ground looked like a swarm of ants, charging, engaging, fighting, and then bursting into countless sprays of blood.
A deep blue Battle-qi flickered; that was the color of Veronica — the Dragonblood Warrior's Battle-qi was always this color.
Just as Jason had predicted, Veronica had a clear advantage over Bulake, but Bulake was surprisingly tenacious and managed to hold off Veronica with a sliver of strength.
The area within 300 meters of the two is now a restricted zone. Barek chose this location for the decisive battle because the terrain is open enough.
As for the Silver Behemoth, Jason had never seen one before, and it was indeed exceptionally talented, probably no weaker Spined Iron-Armored Dragon. He wondered if all Silver Behemoth were this strong, or if this particular Silver Behemoth was the king of its kind.
Silver Dragon Ivan could only hold off the Behemoth by relying on his aerial advantage and the cooperation of a Ninth-level Warrior accompanying him in the army. With the blessing of the Silver Dragon's magic, the Ninth-level Warrior, who was originally of average strength, was enough to contend with the Silver Behemoth on the ground.
"The second prince of the Rhine Empire, is it? Pretty clean-cut face, hehehe." A burly man with a bare upper body appeared not far from Jason.
Standing two meters tall with a robust physique, he fits the image of a barbarian; he wields a huge bone knife, likely made from the bones of a magical beast; and a blue whirlwind swirls around him, suggesting he is a practitioner of both magic and martial arts.
His body was covered in various bizarre tattoos, a unique cultivation method of the orc race. The Rhine Clan had studied it and found that resonating the tattoos with the Battle-qi in the meridians could create a dual magic and martial arts ability, and also enhance physical strength.
However, this requires a high level of physical fitness and elemental affinity from the cultivator, so there is no need to promote it among humans—those who can withstand this cultivation method can simply proceed step by step to reach the Saint-level and comprehend the laws.
"I am from the Golden Royal Court of the Grasslands, known as ' Black Cloud Mad Saint ' Udawa~~" Before Wudawa, Saint Realm Middle Stage, could finish saying his name, a purple lightning bolt flashed, and then his soul uncontrollably left his body.
Jason saw the crystal ball on his chest light up a little more. "The more outrageous the name, the faster you die."
Jason put away the opponent's Interspatial Ring and weapons, then examined the corpse.
The once-shining tattoo had become dull, and the body's strength had also dropped drastically, from at least level eight to level five.
"I was thinking of transforming into an undead, but it seems this physical strength is only temporary."
Jason has never converted a corpse into an undead on the Yulan Continent. This conversion method is actually very inefficient. The principle is to directly summon those wandering souls from the Netherworld who are too weak to even reincarnate as undead, and put them into the target corpse.
The combat power of the transformed undead relies entirely on the strength of the corpse itself, and most of them can only be used as cannon fodder.
Jason tossed the body toward Barek's location; he should be able to use it. He then turned his attention back to the battlefield.