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Chapter 343 The Battle of Spade Territory

The 67-year-old Joel Babor had followed the late emperor in his campaigns, fighting fiercely on the battlefield. His life of military service earned him a peaceful old age.

He once had six sons and three daughters, but five sons and one daughter died young. This made him realize that he had killed too many people and brought disaster to his descendants. From then on, Joel Barbor laid down his sword and stopped being devoted to the way of chivalry. Instead, he prayed devoutly every day, hoping that the gods would protect his family and the empire.

To atone for his sins, Joel Barbor reduced all taxes in his territory, banned the slave trade, and established welfare-oriented orphanages, relief centers, and nursing homes within his territory. As a result, he was hailed as the most benevolent lord.

But he knew that his kindness was merely a means to redeem himself, not true kindness.

He could never help but reminisce about the times he fought alongside the late emperor, and about the days when he gripped his sword and charged into battle.

When he once again grasped the knight's sword that had accompanied him in battle for many years, even at the age of sixty-seven, he could still feel the bloodthirsty impulse suppressed deep within him, the desire for enemies, and the pursuit of war.

Joel Barbor successfully evacuated all the civilians from Spade Territory with the help of his guards. He then ordered his personal guard to escort his family and the nobles of Spade Territory away. Here, he would rediscover his youth and fight for the empire once again, defending it against the rebels.

Even if a fearsome dragon looms overhead, even if the opponent is an arrogant self-proclaimed son of God, even if the enemy is a witch who was once the empire's hidden pride.

Joel Babor was prepared to dedicate his last moments to the loyalty of the Empire.

Spade territory will never surrender!

He would rather die with his entire family than commit treason like the Simmons family.

Joel Barbor donned his former silver knight's armor, sheathed his sword which he had polished again and again, stood up, and went to the square with his guards.

thump -- thump -- thump --

The heavy, muffled sound of the bell echoed in my ears.

This was the fifth time that the Spade Territory had sounded the alarm for an enemy attack. Although the first four attacks were misjudgments, with the enemy not intending to attack at all and simply letting the dragon soar in the sky, Joel Barbor did not relax in the slightest and personally went to the high wall each time.

This time, with all the nobles and citizens of Spade Territory safely evacuated, Joel Barbor had no more worries.

If the report is still false, Jol Barbour will not tolerate the enemy and has decided to send his vanguard to directly attack the Loire region.

To win this war, Spade Territory assembled the empire's most elite troops, including 100 puppets and 1 elite soldiers.

These 1 people were destined to die on the battlefield.

Because puppets are equivalent to out-of-control witches, they cannot control their magic to avoid harming allies.

Looking at the group of young soldiers before him, Joel Barbor felt both sorrow for their fate and a sense of good fortune for them.

He spoke slowly, delivering his final war mobilization.

"I am Joel Barbor, the master of Spade Territory, a loyal servant of the Empire. I know that not all of you are from Spade Territory, but you are all elites of the Empire, selected through layers of trials, at least 4-star knights. Your names will be remembered by the Empire, not forgotten. All the sacrifices you have made today are for the Empire, for glory."

Before you stand a puppet army, a new type of heavy weapon of the empire, whose power even surpasses that of the former witches.

Each of them possesses the ability to destroy the Spade Territory, so this land is destined to become a barren wasteland.

Therefore, you were destined to die the moment you entered the war.

Young children, don't be afraid, death is not scary.

What is more terrifying than death is aging.

It is being unable to lift a sword, unable to see the enemy clearly, and filled with turbidity and disease.

You are fortunate to be able to go to the battlefield and dedicate your precious lives to the Empire when you are youngest and in your prime.

You will be forever young, forever loyal, and forever glorious.

If you are afraid, tell yourselves that behind you are millions of people of the empire, the weak who are powerless, your beloved relatives and families, your mothers, sisters, and children.

If you are afraid, tell yourselves that you are facing the Empire’s greatest enemy, the biggest traitor who instigated the rebellion, the criminal who split the Empire, and the enemy who killed our comrades!

If you are afraid, tell yourselves that you bear on your shoulders the hope of the empire, the future of the empire, the deception of hundreds of millions of people, and the watchful eye of God.

Loyalty is more important than life. Let us defend loyalty and use our loyalty to protect more lives.

Loyalty to the Empire, eliminate the traitors!

"Be loyal to the Empire and eliminate the traitors!"

"Be loyal to the Empire and eliminate the traitors!"

"Be loyal to the Empire and eliminate the traitors!"

A rousing roar erupted in the square as all the knights and guards raised their weapons and shouted slogans of loyalty to the empire and the elimination of the traitors.

They were prepared to fight to the death. Even those who didn't want to die began to submit to fate under the influence of this group.

"I have kept your wills safe and will give them to your families along with your honors. Young soldiers, join me in facing the war!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Amidst enthusiastic shouts, the knights and guards climbed the high walls or lay in ambush, preparing to face the approaching storm as planned.

Even though they had waited in vain the previous times, this time the situation was clearly different.

Joel Babor gave four speeches in the previous four sessions, but never actually delivered one.

Joel Babor and his confidants climbed the high wall, where he saw a dark mass of soldiers approaching in the distance.

Lee En's Southern Army is now more than 30 times the size of Joel Barbor's. This time, he only has 30,000 men with him, but that is still three times the size of the Spade Army.

But it doesn't matter, Joel Babor is not afraid.

Faced with extraordinary power, no matter how many people there are, they are just throwing their lives away.

Before long, Li En and Dorothy led their army to the high walls of Spade Territory.

Joel Barbor narrowed his cloudy eyes slightly, for he actually saw the Empire's legendary witch, Dorothy Hall.

I was once Dorothy's elder and even attended her 8th birthday party.

"Dorothy, you and your father should not have betrayed the Empire. You originally possessed the highest honors of the Empire and were the most prestigious creed family besides the royal family. You broke the alliance and fled to the sea. Now you've returned, is it because life at sea is too hard?"

Joel Babor questioned, his tone filled with sarcasm and regret.

“Uncle Barbor, I am so glad to see you here. I believe you have safely sent everyone out of the city. This place will become the battlefield where we witness our vows to each other. I am loyal to my faith, and you are loyal to the Empire. We are both loyal people.”

Dorothy didn't want to persuade Joel Barbor to surrender, because she knew Joel Barbor and the Barbor family; they would never surrender. "You still have faith? You have betrayed the Empire, betrayed Tiger, and stood with the son of the false god. This is a desecration of faith."

"Jol Babor said."

“Lee En is not the son of a false god; he is the true offspring of Tiger. If you knew what abilities he possessed, you wouldn’t be so arrogant, and you would repent for what you said.”

Dorothy said.

"Oh? What kind of ability does he possess? The bewitching power of an evil god? He is indeed very good at bewitching people, bewitching witches, bewitching all ignorant believers. His crimes are heinous, and he would be more than deserving of being sent to the guillotine ten times."

"I can't believe it," said Joel Babor excitedly.

"You think so because you haven't seen a real miracle."

Dorothy said lightly.

Li En touched the mark on his hand and summoned the golden goddess Soraya.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden crack appeared in the sky, and the clouds surged and boiled like molten gold.

Soraya descended barefoot on a halo of light, her snow-white robe adorned with starlight, scattering tiny rainbow lights as her garments fluttered.

Those deep blue eyes, as blue as the sea, held a divine compassion. The eyelashes, adorned with gold dust at the corners, trembled slightly, casting shadows that resembled the outline of laurel leaves.

Her long, golden hair floated behind her like a flowing galaxy, and the dewdrops that condensed at the ends of her hair turned into crystal lilies of the valley when they fell to the ground.

Beneath her feet, a gigantic tree, not quite ethereal, was growing, its vines entwining her like an ornament.

The leaves had turned from tender green to golden yellow, and this tree was later known as the Golden Tree.

Soraya's hair color also changed from green to gold, in order to match her image as a golden goddess.

This also signifies Soraya's growth; she is now stronger than before.

Everyone on the high walls of Spade Territory was stunned when they saw the angel descend.

Just as they were about to kneel before the angel, Joel Barbor roared,
"This is not the real Golden Goddess at all. This is a witch's illusion. Don't believe it. The goddess is the angel of the god Tiger and will never allow the empire to be torn apart."

The knights and guards all looked at Joel Barbor, their resolve instantly hardening.

"The real golden goddess has green hair, and the trees are also green."

Joel Babor pointed out the difference in Soraya.

Soraya was slightly surprised, but she said nothing. She couldn't very well tell these foolish humans that she had evolved and gained more power over wealth because of the increase in her followers, which was why she had become the way she was now, could she?
I can't change my hair color back in front of them, that would be too undignified.

Soraya's voice was gentle and delicate, as if it could penetrate people's hearts and spread to every corner of Spade Territory.

“People of God, lay down your ignorance, return to God’s embrace, and humbly and devoutly apologize to God’s Son, Lyon Moriah. God will forgive your ignorance and pardon your rebellion.”

At this moment, the guards couldn't help but feel a sense of wavering.

Is this really a fake angel? Why can He transmit His voice into my heart even though He didn't speak?
"The other side is the legendary witch Dorothy! Have you all forgotten how terrifying she is? Buckle up, don't be bewitched!"

"Jol Babor said."

The guards' eyes hardened once more, and the archers launched their first attack at the commander's command.

Arrows rained down from the sky, covering Li En and the others.

Ashe erected a barrier, a pale green, semi-transparent barrier that blocked the arrows, leaving the army unharmed.

As soon as Li En made his gesture, the heavy wooden mallets began their relentless swinging, striking the towering city gate with a series of deep and powerful booms.

The weapons held by the soldiers gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and their eyes were filled with determination and resolve.

Under the continuous impact of the solid wooden rollers, the city gate finally succumbed to the pressure, let out a mournful cry, and slowly collapsed.

As the city gates fell, the two armies charged at each other like wild horses, the sound of clashing armor echoing across the battlefield.

Dust flew, swords clashed, and the battlefield was filled with the stench of blood and the smell of dirt.

The soldiers roared and plunged their swords into the enemy's body, their blood and sweat mixing together and staining every inch of the land.

The cruelty of war was ruthlessly magnified at this moment, and the life-or-death struggle unfolded in every flash of swords.

On the battlefield, every soldier transforms into a ferocious beast, their eyes devoid of fear, filled only with the desire for victory and the protection of their comrades.

Their shouts were filled with the pursuit of honor, and not one of them backed down even on the brink of death.

With the addition of the puppet army, the battlefield transformed from simple physical combat and bloodshed into a contest of magic.

Miriam also led her witch army into the battle, fighting against the puppets.

Even Miriam was troubled by the incredibly powerful puppets. Her time-stopping ability could only restrict the puppets in a certain area, while the puppets had expanded the battlefield from the high walls to the entire Loire and Spade territory.

This was the first time the Witch Legion had encountered such a powerful and formidable enemy since joining the war. These puppets were fearless and possessed extraordinary magical abilities.

The witch legion, barely reaching 40 members, was no match for the 100-member puppet army, but they had the support of the angel Soraya.

Faced with a witch-level magical bombardment, the knights were quickly reduced to mangled remains and lost their precious lives.

Dorothy leaped into the air and unleashed her fairytale realm.

A warm breeze swept through, draping the spade collar in a hazy green cloak.

The mist was shrouded in a thin layer, and the painted wooden houses were faintly visible. The roofs were covered with a layer of light dew, sparkling like gems.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows, as if elves are jumping in the woods, leaving behind a string of golden footprints.

The dwarves in tall hats are holding a forest party and have invited all kinds of strange animals, including a reindeer with a bird on its head, a rabbit with blueberries on its feet, a crow with four eyes and an elf with three heads.

A magnificent castle appeared on the distant mountain, with a sleeping dragon hovering on the top of the castle.

A beautiful princess is holding a banquet in the castle, and knights are surrounding her.

All the puppets within the domain froze slightly, as if some dormant memory had been awakened, or as if new memories had been implanted into their minds. They involuntarily stopped their attack and looked up at the top of the castle...

(End of this chapter)