Chapter 121: Final Battle to Suppress the Rebellion (1)

A green dot appeared only several dozen miles away. It was surrounded by a cluster of exclamation marks and was moving rapidly in his direction. When it reached the vicinity of the army, it suddenly stopped.

Phield was extremely familiar with this situation.

It meant that an uncontracted Divine Chosen was nearby.

Once a Divine Chosen had already formed a contract, the mini-map would no longer display them—this included his own Divine Chosen. For example, Ashina and Rosalia: before their contracts, Phield could see their markers from a great distance. But after the contracts were formed, they disappeared from the mini-map entirely.

The pink cat-head icon back then had been the same. It had been hiding right under the table, yet he hadn’t noticed at all.

“And those exclamation marks… enemy attack!”

Phield’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Blood sacrifice to the True God!”

A thunderous roar erupted from the distant city of Nogaisk.

The rebels surged out from every gate of the city like a black tide of ants. Like cornered beasts driven mad, they charged recklessly toward the allied army in a desperate assault.

Some of the fanatical believers of the rebellion were pierced by more than a dozen arrows and were still fighting like maniacs.

“Devils! They’re devils!”

One of the allied serf soldiers was so terrified by the sight that he began retreating. The serfs around him immediately shrank back as well, panic spreading as many tried to flee. Yet he had barely taken two steps when a spear pierced straight through his chest, lifting him high into the air.

Regin roared, “Anyone who retreats dies! Hold the line!”

At the same time, on the far outer rear of the allied army—where Phield was stationed—two to three thousand elite rebel troops suddenly appeared, attempting to launch a pincer attack from both sides.

“They appeared out of nowhere! The sentries reported nothing!” Laurent was completely stunned. “Could it be that the gods are truly on their side?”

“It’s an invisibility potion. I’ve heard of this kind of magical brew.” Phield had already prepared for this possibility. “Sam, fire the ballista at them!”

“Whumm—”

The winch of the elevated defensive ballista released with a sharp vibration, and a row of massive bolts shot forward in a straight line.

“Wah!”

The rebel cavalry charging at the front looked as if they had slammed headfirst into an invisible wall. Their bodies halted abruptly before being flung backward, skewering together with the riders behind them.

“Beautiful! We’ll help you too!”

The soldiers of Nightfall Domain quickly formed ranks. Laurent led the remnants of his troops to reinforce them, while several minor nobles and rangers also gathered to form defensive lines.

“Fuck! The enemy’s Divine Chosen are here.”

Phield’s eyelids twitched violently as three stunningly beautiful women wearing strange outfits suddenly appeared.

On a battlefield in this world, seeing beautiful women was the worst possible sign.

“We have to leave.”

If they were only ordinary soldiers, the battle might still be manageable. But once Divine Chosen appeared, retreat was usually the wiser choice. Phield did not hesitate and immediately decided to abandon the position. Just as he was about to issue the order—

“Heh. A few little rats actually slipped behind our army to attempt a pincer attack. Did you really think invisibility would keep me from noticing you?”

A majestic female voice echoed across the sky. Her furious rebuke, brimming with killing intent, instantly drowned out every shout of battle.

Golden light flashed in the heavens.

An incomparably beautiful woman stepped out into the air, holding a golden longsword. Her figure was graceful, her long golden hair flowing smoothly behind her. Strangely, her eyes were covered with a white blindfold, giving her an air of mystery and brilliance.

In an instant, she released a terrifying surge of killing intent.

The sheer force of it alone pushed the three approaching Divine Chosen backward.

Laurent and the others felt their legs go weak, nearly collapsing in fear. The pressure was like suddenly turning around and seeing a massive truck loaded with steel coils barreling straight toward you.

“Sneaking around, resorting to every underhanded trick… I don’t even need to think to know whose style this is.”

“Perrier, long time no see. You’re still as ruthless as ever.”

A blurred shadow shot out from the city at lightning speed.

“Underhanded tricks? The one who truly resorts to every means necessary is the Empress you serve.”

Completely different from the deranged cultists Phield had imagined, the shadow stood calmly in midair, her elegant bearing making her look like the center of attention at a grand ballroom.

“It seems there’s no point continuing this discussion. You’ve become a complete lunatic.”

Perrier snorted coldly and casually raised her slender hand.

“Fifth-tier divine technique—Falling Star.”

A tremendous humming roar filled the sky. The clouds were blasted apart instantly, leaving the stars barely visible as a gigantic meteor descended at incredible speed. The violent friction with the atmosphere produced a piercing sonic shriek.

“Heh. Then let me show you the power of the Eye of Ancient Vows—Elysian Garden.”

Space tore open.

A grotesque eye slowly opened in the sky. The bone-deep chill it emitted made people feel as if they were on the verge of madness.

Anyone who remained under the gaze of the Eye of Ancient Vows for too long would become its puppet—a machine that worked frantically twenty-four hours a day and obeyed unconditionally until the body finally collapsed.

Fortunately, the Eye of Ancient Vows appeared only for a brief moment.

In the next instant, the shadow, Perrier, and the massive meteor she had summoned all vanished.

“It’s a domain,” Rosalia said calmly, her knowledge resolving Phield’s confusion.

Phield still felt lingering fear. “That thing was terrifying. When that giant eyeball opened, I almost had the urge to kneel and worship it.”

“Heh, that’s a good instinct. Keep it.”

Rosalia smirked.

“You can kneel and worship me later. I might even let you lick my toes.”

“…”

After being interrupted by Rosalia’s absurd remark, Phield felt his mind clear again. He immediately retreated back into the camp, assisting the soldiers of Nightfall Domain in holding the defense while evaluating the battlefield.

Several Divine Chosen from the allied army also took to the sky. Most of them were unfamiliar to Phield—likely reinforcements from the Empire. At incredible speed, they found their respective opponents. Without exchanging more than a few words, chaotic battles erupted instantly, with powerful abilities being unleashed in every direction.

The ordinary soldiers nearby suffered terribly, caught in indiscriminate bombardments.

Before long, everyone had retreated as far away from the Divine Chosen as possible.

“The rebels have absolutely no chance of winning. Just in terms of numbers, our Divine Chosen completely outmatch them.”

Phield surveyed the battlefield. The allied Divine Chosen were often ganging up two or three against a single opponent. There was practically no chance of defeat.

“And yet the rebels still chose to launch a direct assault. That shadow didn’t look like a suicidal fanatic… unless…”

“The rebels have another objective.”

Opening the mini-map again, Phield noticed that the green dot was still there—and it was slowly moving toward Nogaisk.

“That’s it. They’re covering up their real action.”

Phield immediately recalled all the soldiers of Nightfall Domain. Grabbing his spear, he mounted his horse and rushed toward the location of the green dot.

When he arrived, however, there wasn’t a single person in sight.

Frowning slightly, Phield took out a cone-shaped divine artifact.

“If I’m not mistaken… The Eye That Pierces the Veil.”

His vision blurred for a moment.

Suddenly, a unit of two hundred elite infantry appeared before his eyes. Led by a Divine Chosen, they were transporting twenty large wooden chests.

“Good. Very good. So you’re planning a sneak attack.”

Phield let out a cold laugh. The thunderous chaos of the battlefield had nearly clouded his mind. Fortunately, he had realized it in time—seizing benefits for himself was the most important priority.

“Archers! Fire in the direction I’m pointing!”

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