“Push forward! Victory is ours!” Tiren shouted. 0

The gates of Tatur were on the verge of collapsing. 0

Amid the chaos, where friend and foe clashed in a blur of steel, a lone horse surged forward, dropping the enemy soldiers like leaves, their death cries filling the air. 0

“Go.”0

Nain Darhon, spotting movement from the frontlines, raised his staff and pointed forward, sending the undead servants around him charging at full speed. 0

Crack—! Crash…!0

The troops summoned by his magic moved with such agility that it was hard to believe they were undead. They cut down the imperials with terrifying speed. 0

“…?!”0

However, Nain Darhon’s confident expression quickly soured as he saw his soldiers’ fate.0

Thwack—!! Crunch—!!0

The knight riding on horseback took them down swiftly, shattering their skulls or severing their heads outright. 0

“Those are undead! Take their heads! Blue Knights, lead the defense! Make sure you burn them after taking them down!”0

Neigh—!!0

The knight’s horse crushed a severed head with its hooves. Nain Darhon could only stare, taken aback by how quickly his servants fell. 0

“Breaking through my soldiers with sheer strength… when even the Dawn Council couldn’t stop them? What a freak.”0

Kuwell MacGovern surged forward once...0