The Heaven World's

War of Retaliation V – Heats Up

The moment the sun appeared for the second time and was right overhead after the battle of the vanguard forces occurred.

Voran led his entire army commanded by Veus. He was in the middle of the formation.

With over 60,000 warriors, they formed a formation. A grand grand formation was formed from those soldiers. The two sides were filled with cavalry while the middle was filled with infantry.

When considered more carefully, some of the vulnerable parts in the formation were filled by the nobles, especially the left.

The left side had fewer infantry than the other two sides and was offset by more Cavalry.

The difference was too striking and gave a striking impact. It was as if that side was like asking to be attacked.

Cavalry troops placed on the side are more like feeders that are indeed placed to cover the weakness. The archers were in the back row.

The two sides pummeled each other and blew trumpets signaling the troops to move.

Voran was in the middle of a joint army formation with Larsson. He pulled his sword. A weapon where the hilt has a carved dragon head. Voran also attracted Natural Energy, he attempted to do so.

In addition, he also released the energy he already had and his body was enveloped in a red-colored light.

On the other hand, the Selek Valaunter formed a column formation and he who had already seen the movement on the enemy troops began to respond by sending two columns of troops on his right and left sides.

Within such a short distance, he also gave orders to his troops in the middle. The Select Valaunter deployed the entire army in one orderly motion. None of the sides are moving in a bad way.

“Their cavalry did not move and remained on the wing side of the formation. The infantry I've been moving. Archers won't have a big impact right now. The cavalry had to hold me until they let go of the cavalry. Do they want one bump to end it or make it last longer?”

A fleeting Valaunter watched the situation while moving his horse's bridle. The whole situation was in his view.

Two quite large army formations were present within his eyes. The soldiers moved in unison, their footsteps shook the earth, their shields formed a sturdy wall, their spears pierced the sky.

The soldiers were tense and it happened to both sides when the distance between them was already getting closer. Tension increased and the air solidified.

No laughter appeared, they looked at each other with fear, excitement, and a murderous lust that was slowly starting to stick out.

The port of war drums increasingly sounded heavy and rowdy. Both sides raised their shields and brandished their spears.

They moved in a single unit and tightened their shields, looking like a walking fortress.

The Select Valaunter signaled the signaller to send his special squad. One of the troops was made up of talented cultivators. They have power at stages 1-0.

Although the numbers are not so many, they can be a threat that cannot be ignored, especially in situations that can end up chaotic.

“No different movement. Their left side was more advanced and became a spear even though its strength was far below the right side. Actually, what did they expect by sending the weakest side to stab my formation?” A fleeting Valaunter frowned as he watched the movements of the enemy troops that were far from his expectations.

The Nobles of the Salauster Kingdom did not believe they had to accept such a difficult and life-threatening battle.

The Merran Swaster leading the entire noble army was dragged in a wave of intense battle. The spear in his hand pierced and slashed at dozens of soldiers who were trying to take his life.

“What happened? Uah!!” Merran's swaster unleashed his spear and decapitated a soldier, the flames on his spear continued to burn around him as his face began to be covered in the blood of enemy soldiers.

“How can he send us to the weakest and dangerous side? What does the King think by sending us to this side?” Filled with disbelief the Merran Swaster continued to swing its spear

“Didn't he say we'll get the easiest side? Why are we now in the least advantaged place?” Anger filled his mind at every swing of his spear.

Swaster Merran saw one after another the people he knew being killed and torn to shreds by the soldiers who attacked fiercely.

Some nobles who were around were also killed. They were pierced with spears even though they tried to avoid them.

Merran's swaster bellowed in annoyance to find his position getting worse. He had previously thought his position would be safer.

However, the situation in front of him was extremely savage.

The soldiers killed were countless. Their heads were cut off, their bodies torn apart by the thrust of spears that lunged towards them in succession.

Swaster Merran was forced to exert all her strength and use her best abilities to stay alive. The situation heated up even more as the army formation opened up, and the battle ended even crazier.

Veus took note of the entire situation and immediately sent the cavalry to defend the left side of his formation as well as attack the right side of the opponent's formation. He defended a line of troops to protect Voran and Larsson.

There was no doubt in him that Voran's safety was his top priority. This war was far from what he expected. They had already moved clearly and were not hiding or carrying out attacks at a slow tempo.

The situation on the left wing was increasingly uncertain after the appearance of a group of warriors who had different auras. Swaster Merran felt a danger approaching her and once her eyes were fixed on the group of men riding towards her, the feeling grew stronger and worse. He knew the group and understood how dangerous they were. He didn't expect them to come out so soon.

“They are serious, they really put everything in from the beginning. This side is no longer safe, want help to come though. Hard to last when facing ‘Seven Spears White’. Although this was a rare opportunity to face them, still I could not risk my life. They have great cooperation and individual abilities that cannot be underestimated, facing them alone is like an act of suicide!”

The Merran Swasters sensed the danger coming from the seven of them. They looked harmonious with white horses and armor that was also the same color.

“’Seven White Spears’ enter the battlefield. All the troops attack and kill every soldier in front of you. Do not hesitate and cut them off. Follow us!!”

One of the ‘Seven White’ Spears shouted out with his sword to lead the soldiers to continue resisting and exert their strength to kill.

They slammed into the shields of enemy soldiers. Their spears slid like rain, and danced wildly.

Voran looked at the situation with the layman's glasses and judged if the whole situation was siding with the other party. He did not expect this, the right side was held to a draw while the left side was oppressed. He did want the left side destroyed, but that did not mean he liked this kind of situation.

As his eyes were fixed on the left wing, he gasped at the movements of the seven horsemen who swung their spears wildly but gracefully on his horse.

“They're dangerous! Their abilities are above those of the soldiers. Only Brigadiers or Major Generals can handle it.”

“Sial one side left. Wait a minute, that side has the Merran Swaster as well as several other prominent nobles. They could hold it up. Well ... I hope they can, just sacrifice your lives for this war, my nobility.” Voran smiled coldly as he looked at his left side.

“Larrson, can our left side survive that relentless onslaught?” asked Voran who was quite anxious about the situation on the battlefield.

“Your Majesty, you can rest easy. The nobles aren't as weak as you think. They have considerable strength, even some are in the 2-0.” stage

“That's height? So, why don't they have a position in the military or government?” Voran's eyes slightly widened upon hearing that, he was shocked by the level of noble power.

The more he knew the power of the nobles the more he felt they were dangerous. Some were in the military, but he had checked it out and only a few matched Grim Larsson's words.

Larsson was unmoved and her view was clear. While watching the battlefield, he replied with a saying, “They attach more importance to their families and divide their strength in some form. They tried to take strong roots in the kingdom in various fields. So that they would not be harmed had they found the kingdom to be in a bad situation since they had chips to bargain!”

Voran felt strange about Larsson's words. The nobility he knew would always involve himself in royal or military politics.

However, according to Larsson's point of view, the Nobles in his kingdom were more inclined to acclimate themselves in the kingdom through various means in various fields.

He pondered it while watching his troops being bulldozed and eroded by the ‘Seven White’ Spears. Their far-above-average capabilities exert tremendous pressure and impact on enemy forces on the left flank.

Voran felt the need to act and retaliate. However, given the entire situation, he restrained himself.

“Swaster Merran, you must defend that line. Formations should not be destroyed. You and the others are a shield to me. Be the strongest shield and hold them, I know you can do it. Don't disappoint me or you'll find my wrath far from what you can imagine!”

Voran sat straight on his horse. His eyes swept across the entire battlefield area. He witnessed changes on each side. The smell of blood increasingly smelled and filled the air around.

From a distance Voran saw seven white lights enveloping the horsemen approaching his left wing.

The color that appeared and enveloped the bodies of cultivators was not the color of the power that was within his own body, sometimes it also came from the techniques and properties of the Cultivator himself. Therefore, the colors possessed by each Cultivator could be the same or different.

“Seven dangerous horsemen! Their abilities are dangerous but as dangerous as what and threatening as what strength they are, they can still die? Let's just see, if they do well, then the situation by my side will become safer and better.”

Voran continued to analyze the situation on the battlefield and spoke for himself. He frees Veus to take command.

He had no real experience yet and this was his chance to learn it as well as analyze the battle itself. There were several tactics he imagined, but every tactic he imagined was not necessarily right for this war.

The left wing can no longer withstand the ferocious attacks of the enemy gaining spirit momentum with the presence of ‘Seven Spear White’.

The seven men saw several men wearing shiny armor and were more introverted than the other soldiers. They paused for a moment, stopped the horse, then released its aura and energy and made it envelop his body and the spear they were holding.

Soon, they rushed forward towards the Merran Swaster who was also swinging his spear.

Not far from the position of Swaster Merran or ‘Seven Spear White’, some nobles who saw the unfortunate situation for the Merran Swaster also moved from their positions and ran towards the Merran Swaster to help him face the seven of them.

These nobles who were not few in number felt that their chances of life would increase if the Merran Swaster was still breathing. Therefore, although reluctant, they still ran towards him.

“Don't let, Lord Merran perish in their hands! Hurry along! Hurry along! We have to help him!”

“Shut up! I-i know. Goddamnit! Why should I be on this side. Huh!! What is His Majesty thinking? He was wrong to send us here. It should be the strongest warriors who should be here not us!”

“Your complaint no longer means anything if you don't survive. We must live to settle this with His Majesty. As long as we live the opportunity will arrive and Lord Merran is the key to urging him. If we lose him, it's up our history!”

The old nobleman who had an appearance filled with white hair and sharp eyes also gave his argument.

Although his sword swung incessantly and slashed at the few soldiers who approached him. While running towards the Merran Swaster and breaking through the soldiers he said, “He is the Leader of the nobles and the highest Royal Family in the kingdom as well as the most influential. If we lose him, the power of the nobles will greatly decrease.”

“Remember there are only a few high-level nobles and the majority of them are not as competitive as the Merran Swaster! His life is closely linked to our fate!”

“The forces on this side are also the majority of them from him including those who died in the previous battle. I'm sure, if we manage to survive and he stays alive. He would pressurize His Majesty and ask for compensation for his losses. I am very sure of that, and only he can influence the government!”

The nobles ran as fast as they could, they did not ride horses. A strange sight actually, but it was for a certain reason.

They lost control of their horses after the battle became more intense. Once they arrived near the Merran Swaster they immediately surrounded it and formed a formation to protect it.