Arc 1 Epilogue - The New Hope

  Krist and his high-tier regiment of Aura Soldiers swept the battlefield and immediately made their dominance known: “Ugh!!” A Carceron was smashed in the head with his weapon, which was deflected by Krist, the living legend, Demigod.

  “ARGH!” The Carcerons were obliterated as the punishment from the Demigod was extremely severe.

  The enemy archers released a hail of arrows toward Krist who flawlessly dismantled such an attack. Returning the favor, the Demigod made his way to the archers by stepping on air and boosting mobility.

  “UGHHH!” When the Demigod would kill, a mesmerizing feat of footwork and skill made the nearby enemy and allies stop their fighting and witness the Demigod’s onslaught.

  Loutch and Hal Chirdinj swept the enemies on the other side of the battlefield with precision and force. “Flankings complete!” Hal was a part of the Infantry and fought the enemy while on foot, whereas, Loutch was on horseback and sniping for variables on the battlefield. “Rendevous with Krist now!”

  On the other side of the battlefield, news had been sent that Count Ludwig had been killed in combat: “Count Ludwig has fallen!” Lukedonia had announced the commander's death.

  “What…What?!” The immediate Lieutenant General on Lukedonia’s side was shocked. Without Count Ludwig rallying his Knights, there can be no hope. The old General knew that the pedigree of Count Ludwig and his Knights would determine the outcome of this fierce battle.

  “However, a retinue of Cavalrymen have joined the battlefield, dominating the enemy forces!” When doubt had clouded the General’s mind, the oncoming news had sent a shockwave.

  “There were additional forces?” The Lieutenant General knew that the forces had mostly joined the fray.

  “No sir, they are the personal Knights and Soldiers of Knight Krist!”

  Returning to the battlefield, Loutch was ready to steer the battle to its climax. Krist! The rear is all done. I’ll butter them up! All communications were sent through telepathic messages.

  “AACCKK!!” Saix swept the enemies with the poleaxe with sheer strength. His towering figure was a morale boost for the allying forces.

  Reddas also fought on foot and chopped the enemy forces with his reverse dual-wielding axes. Laciel was assassinating the enemies distracted by the chaos and mitigating ally losses. Lastly, Krist steadily increased the favor of the battle to Lukedonia with his peerless spearmanship, as his movements were those of a phantom. The legend of the Demigod had risen even more.

  The Lieutenant General saw Krist as they rallied to break through the enemy forces. The next generation… A new hope had been born.

  Carceron could not appropriately react to Krist’s inference in the war: “Commander, we must retreat! The Cavalrymen are too powerful!”

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  Such news was relayed to the enemy headquarters a few miles from the battlefield. The Chief Strategist of Carceron was deployed and sent to deal with the battle first-hand. His name is Rartime, and he was sent from the northern Elvhen Empire to sabotage the southeastern countries. Born in the wintery lands of the North Pole, the Elvhen Empire stands as one of the most powerful countries in the world aside from the Central Continent, mainly the Kels Principality.

  “AARGH!!” Rartime was furious. “Send the retreat signal. I won’t forget this defeat Krist Ceringer!” There was nothing that the Chief Strategist could do.

  Moving along, Krist stood victorious with a bloody spear. “It’s over. This battle is won!” Loutch confirmed the entire ordeal.

  “Indeed,” Krist replied.

  “The enemy has lost!” The soldiers of Lukedonia were cheering.

  “Victory is ours!!” The wave of reprieve invigorated the soldiers and ecstasy was administered through yelling.

  “...Count Ludwig!!” Although the energy was high, the atmosphere took a gloomy turn. Count Ludwig had passed.

  The aide-de-camp, Lieutenant General was kneeling at the sight of his liege lord and old friend. Tears were visibly descending from the General’s face. Forris Zecht was also beside his father’s corpse and the rest of the battalion was crying at the sight of the fallen hero.

  ***

  The Lord Emir ordered the funeral for Count Ludwig Van Solidor the day after. The news had spread throughout the nation that the guardian of Lukedonia had been slain in battle.

  The young noble, Axel Van Solidor, banned drinking for a few days and enforced a curfew. To commemorate the fallen battlefield hero, all soldiers wore “dress blacks.”

  In three days, Axel Van Solidor secretly inherited the successor to the Count nobility. Such things were done behind the scenes and under such circumstances, Axel had plans to make Krist his subject. However, that event would not come to pass as Krist was that of the “Knight” status and an official aristocrat, albeit, the lowest of ranking. In other words, such people were off limits and were the ones recruiting and not being recruited. In the past life, Krist was heavily sought after, albeit, in a beneficial and sinister way. There were a lot of assassinations sent by neighboring countries.

  While the majority of soldiers of Lukedonia were busy celebrating the victory against the border war with the Carceron Kingdom, Krist was secretly going to meet the assassin that would have killed First Sergeant Bolsir at the Nevad Dungeon, that is, if it were not for the timely interference by the Medical Sage.

  Cloaked in a dark hooded robe, Krist handed some coins to the guard standing at the gate, “Not for too long.”

  “Of course..” Krist had expected such an answer. Under that hood, a devilish grin could not contain itself.

  Walking down the dark hall where the dungeons would keep criminals of the nation, “The ‘Lance Saint’ would deign to see someone like me?” Her voice was innocent, yet, deceitful. It was a sweet and succulent intonation, however, such things did not affect the Medical Sage.

  The illustrious status of Krist Ceringer had evolved ever more so into the mythical “Lance Saint” after the climax of the war between Lukedonia and the Carceron Kingdom. With the peerless spearmanship exemplified during the fires of war, such flawless skill was instantly imprinted into the minds of the witnesses. In effect, it had brewed and produced the title of Lance Saint.

  “I had felt a sense of doubt when my knife had crossed your blade,” Krist initiated the conversation. “Since then, someone like you could have easily escaped.”

  “Who are you?” Iris was an alluring beauty with dark purple hair, a seductress.

  Krist uncovered the hood. His face was to be the Master of the newly formed Sal Mu Sect that Laciel and Iris Trissdale would entirely manage. At long last, this period would mark who would be the conqueror of the continent!

  Many plans adjudicated by trusted agents had been planted before the war's climax. Krist was meticulous in each step of the way and every event was maximized to its fullest extent. Now that more talented people were under his wing, many missions and key figure recruitment could be expedited much faster. All this for the sake of founding an empire.