Chapter 463: 451 This is the Fierce Attack_1
 

Unfortunately, even with the divine magic of the God of War, Duke Carmela could not continue to survive with such severe injuries.

In the last moment of his life, the veteran Sword Saint struggled to look back at Angelina behind him.

Even though Her Majesty looked stunningly beautiful, in Carmela’s eyes at this moment, she was no more attractive than the goblin next to her.

“Des…picable…”

Finally, all Duke Carmela could do was to reluctantly utter this simple word before falling forward lifelessly.

“Bang!”

Accompanied by that cruel sound, Carmela’s body heavily smashed into the floor tiles, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

Duke Carmela was dead, and the fate of Mel City was completely sealed.

Without the leadership of this legendary Sword Saint, Mel City could no longer organize any effective counterattack, and their morale had plummeted to rock bottom.

Between the combined forces of the Soaring Dragon Legion and the Vide Army, by the time the sun set, Mel City was devoid of any Imperials who dared to resist with their weapons in hand.

The Imperials had always relied on their superior status to bully others across the continent, but the ones trapped in Mel City finally experienced the feelings of those they had once oppressed.

Now, these unarmed Imperials had no choice but to participate in the clean-up work of Mel City at the request of Vide’s bearded men.

After such a fierce battle, the whole Mel City was covered in debris and ruins, and if they didn’t clean it up quickly, it would affect the lives of the ordinary residents.

From now on, this place would serve as a foothold for both the Soaring Dragon Legion and Vide Army as they jointly invaded the Western Empire.

At this moment, Gaz and Angelina were in Carmela’s office, dealing with some matters.

Soon after, several lizardmen entered the office, accompanied by two familiar faces.

It was the Chief Knight of Felton and the only remaining royalty of their kingdom, both of whom had been imprisoned in Mel City’s dungeons earlier.

Gaz was currently reviewing a map of the Western Empire’s border forces, and upon sensing the movement, he gave a brief glance at his new guests.

Obviously, the latter held no good feelings towards Gaz. In fact, one of the Chief Knights even spat angrily at him while cursing with various foul words.

Gaz looked away and coldly said, “As a noble knight, in the face of a desperate situation, you seem to be no different from an ordinary farmer.

Hmm, maybe there is some difference because, even the most foolish farmer would be kneeling before me, trembling in fear and begging for my forgiveness at this moment.”

Hearing Gaz’s words, Kari sneered relentlessly, his attitude unchanged.

He knew very well that once he fell into these creatures’ hands, he could expect no mercy.

Instead of begging for mercy from these monsters, Kari preferred to maintain his defiance until the end.

The Feliton Prince standing beside him seemed to be in much worse shape. Despite the dirt on his face, his handsome features and royal bloodline were still evident.

At this moment, however, his fair face was pale with terror.

Even though he was terrified now, as a prince of a fallen nation, he had already braced himself for the worst.

Gaz could see the intentions of both of them and felt uninterested. Besides, he had no time to waste on the two of them.

So, he waved his hand and said to the lizardman guards, “Take them away, see if you can get any useful information out of them, and then, dispose of them.”

The two special guests were taken away by the lizardmen without incident.

After that, Gaz and Angelina focused on which Western Empire city should be dealt with first.

Once they crossed Mel City, they would have four different cities to choose from.

The Western Empire had a vast territory, and the locations of these four cities were unique; no matter which one they chose to attack, the remaining three could come to aid within a day.

In such a short time, Gaz and Angelina’s research wouldn’t yield any results.

Meanwhile, at another border of the Western Empire, the battle at the Mud Quagmire Fort was nearing its end.

Just as previously predicted, the Eastern Empire laid special wooden planks across the Death Swamp, which served as a relatively safe foothold.

To ensure success, they also employed spellcasters to further solidify the planks with freezing spells.

Under normal circumstances, the Mud Quagmire Fort would have dispatched spellcasters to shatter the Eastern Empire’s spell effects.

Unfortunately, they had lost both Stania and a considerable number of skilled spellcasters.

So, facing this situation, their only option was to use the various war machines that had been deployed within the Mud Quagmire Fort.

Thus, the best tactic for the fortress was to use catapults to break the wooden planks of the Eastern Empire.

When the wooden planks underneath were shattered, the Eastern Empire soldiers standing on them would fall into the Death Swamp together with the debris.

Under such circumstances, even the elite Crimson Legion could not fight fate and could only sink deeper and deeper into the swamp in despair.

In the end, their finely crafted heavy armor became a death sentence, tying them firmly in the Death Swamp.

Perhaps after a few years, they would become one of the wandering undead within the Death Swamp.

Although many Eastern Empire soldiers fell into eternal slumber in the Death Swamp during their advance, many more successfully reached the foot of the Mud Quagmire Fort.

Now, the true battle had begun, turning the war into a terrifying crucible of blood and flesh.

Compared to what had happened at Mel City, the Eastern Empire’s assault on the Mud Quagmire Fort was more like traditional brute-force tactics.

Initially, the Mud Quagmire Fort fiercely blocked the Eastern Empire forces from entering the city walls.

But as time went by, due to the vast difference in the number of soldiers between the two sides, the situation at Mud Quagmire Fort grew increasingly worse.

For some unknown reason, the reinforcements that should have arrived long ago never appeared near the Mud Quagmire Fort.

Poor Mud Quagmire Fort; having exhausted all available options, it held out stubbornly for a week before the entire fortress was engulfed in flames.

Originally, the Eastern Empire wanted to use this place as their foothold for the invasion of the Western Empire, but the cunning defenders of the fortress had filled the entire fort with deadly undead toxins at the last moment.

Staying in such a haunted place for too long could very likely result in being transformed into an undead creature.

Therefore, while cursing the defenders of the Mud Quagmire Fort for their ungratefulness, the Eastern Empire had no choice but to set fire to the whole place and cleanse it thoroughly.