Today, they too are going to their deaths.

When will a war end?

Is it a time when one side must completely surrender, sign a humiliating treaty, and declare defeat?

Or should all those who can be held responsible for the war die, until there is no one left to command the army?

Or perhaps we should completely wipe out every rebel, erase the traces of the entire war from history, and prevent anyone from ever having the thought of resistance again?

As the last soldier of the Hutt Empire, Andrew felt that as long as he had not given up on the war, it was not over yet; it would continue in his memory and in his war against the Kingdom of Albion.

Even if he were to die, he would not want this resistance to end.

All those who rebel against the Kingdom of Albion will perpetuate this war, regardless of whether the rebels are from other countries or citizens of Albion.

Some of the rebels had sworn an oath with Andrew that they would become his strength after they died.

Andrew is not good at the oath system of the Kingdom of Albion, nor is he good at binding the souls of the dead, but as long as the rebels have left their mark on the world, Andrew has a way to borrow that power.

Stories are a continuation of the deceased.

At Andrew's call, the storm came.

The clear sky was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds, and the entire earth became gloomy, even the raging demonic flames ceased to shine. Only the lightning flashing through the clouds continued to emit a blinding light in this dark world.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a torrential downpour began, crashing down with the force as if to wash the earth clean.

The extremely dense rain formed white curtains, almost blocking out the world five meters away, making those being washed by the downpour still feel the illusion that they were the only ones left in the world.

However, Cui Xun's eyesight adapted to the unusual environment in no time. His eyes pierced through the heavy rain and saw the ghostly legion.

Fully armed warhorses carrying soldiers clad in dark, somber armor trotted down in the darkness, amidst flashes of lightning and the sound of thunder, their hooves pounding the sky, breaking through the rain curtain, and landing on the earth.

Whether horse or man, they were all so illusory, like a cold blue light. Beneath their helmets, only two flames flickered in their eye sockets. Yet their armor and weapons were so real, as if their essence was closer to that of weapons than to humans.

Perhaps, they really are just weapons.

But they were not flesh and blood clothed in steel and then forged through countless trials; rather, the old epic was awakened, and the unfinished war burst forth from the scroll and into reality.

They moved forward.

The vanguard, like the tip of a knife, and the wings, like the blade, cut through the wind and rain, pressed down the trees, stirred up the earth and rocks, and destroyed the railway, until the flying white mist replaced the rainstorm, and the sound of hooves was faster than thunder.

Battle flags were raised one after another.

This army, which Cui Xun had mistakenly believed to be only making sounds of advancing, suddenly erupted in shouts.

There was no resentment from the dead, nor the bleakness and sorrow of the deceased in stories, only the most fervent fighting spirit.

At the very front of the procession, Andrew, also dressed in black armor and mounted on his warhorse, raised his lance.

"Charge with me!"

The next instant, thunder roared, and the world in the torrential rain was once again as bright as day.

The charge of the army of the dead seemed intent on destroying everything in its path.

Cui Xun narrowed his eyes, ignoring the changes in light and shadow, and stared at the legion rushing towards him, silently devising a way to kill them all.

He had never dealt with an army, but he felt that he was far more terrifying than the army.

But before Cui Xun launched his counterattack, he realized that something had interfered in the war.

He raised his head and looked at the "meteor" that streaked across the sky and fell toward the legion.

No, it should be called a cannonball, but it was so huge and heavy that it looked like it could destroy an entire section of a city wall with a single shot.

It fell to the ground, embedding itself heavily, jolting several cavalrymen awake, before exploding.

The thunderous drums were now filled with intolerable noise, and the lightning-dominated vision was now filled with an undeniable gleam. A giant crater with a radius of over fifteen meters appeared on the once-flat ground.

A 15-meter-deep crater, in Cui Xun's original world, would only have such an effect with some high-yield aerial bombs. It could effectively damage buildings and destroy most conventional vehicles. But in this world, it seems to be just an ordinary weapon.

Because a barrage of shells was falling continuously, completely obscuring the sky with its barrage of fire.

The momentum of the charge was almost completely shattered, and the legion that had been advancing like a sharp knife had to scatter, losing all its previous momentum.

Andrew knew that the legion he had summoned was not the elite force of the former Hutt Empire, but merely a phantom formed from the remnants of its past. They did not even possess the physical immunity of true ghosts, and they performed poorly in the face of the artillery fire that had once defeated them.

Worse still, unlike the Hutt Empire's army, which had stagnated due to defeat, the Albion Kingdom's army had become stronger over the past hundred years.

In the past, before the Queen reorganized the superhuman powers, the elite forces of various countries were basically composed entirely of superhumans. However, those with lower levels of superhuman power could not withstand gunfire or artillery fire, and they had to admit that times had changed.

Now, the steam behemoth representing the pinnacle of military power in the Kingdom of Albion is approaching the battlefield! It will crush the resurrected enemies once more, sending the dregs of the past back to their rightful place in the trash can.

Andrew could already hear it approaching.

Inside the battlefield, the earth trembled with the weight of the impact, and thunder gave way to its roar. Outside the battlefield, the snow that had previously escaped the ravages of war melted as the behemoth advanced, and the sound of billowing steam even penetrated his ears from kilometers away.

Andrew had seen steam behemoths, so large that they almost shunned any challenge; when they moved, they were practically moving fortresses.

However, their weaknesses are equally obvious. If he were to deal with a steam behemoth alone, even if it were a group of steam behemoths with an escort legion, he wouldn't have much trouble dismantling it.

But now, there is another top-tier warrior on the other side who is no less capable than him.

Although that hunter was inexperienced in the path of the extraordinary, he was by no means weak.

He dismantled the madness ritual he had borrowed from Meliaduk, used the kingdom's army against his army, and then personally confronted him—all without knowing that such a surprise attack was possible.

Andrew could hardly help but admire Cui Xun's methods once again.

However, it would be even more terrifying if another assassin suddenly attacked while he was focused on Cui Xun.

Cui Xun's eyes were fixed on Andrew. He had gathered his strength and was ready to bring the charge to a standstill. But something familiar was quietly rising from the shadows beneath Andrew's horse.

The monster, which he should have killed, suddenly appeared behind Andrew in a posture adapted to fighting humans!

No time to react, no time to breathe!

Its four blade-like arms pierced through armor and tore through flesh, turning what had once existed in human form into hundreds of pieces of minced meat.

The charging legion paused; even Cui Xun hadn't expected such a "surprise."

Unfortunately, this still couldn't kill Andrew.

A rider took on his likeness and brought him back to life once more.

This time, Andrew was constantly surrounded by orbs of light like shadowless lamps to prevent him from being ambushed by monsters emerging from the shadows.

The monster, having just completed the assassination, rubbed the tip of its blade and silently slipped back into the shadows.

Cui Xun realized that the one who attacked Andrew was not his old enemy. This new monster did not have the same interest in toying with its opponents, and its intelligence and growth potential were probably not high. It was just a similar creature summoned by the Serpent Cult.

However, it is still an excellent assassin who can work together very well with him.

Andrew could become any rider who gets close to him, and with the help of the new monster, the chances of Andrew successfully ambushing someone are greatly reduced.

"Thanks." Cui Xun thanked the agents for the artillery support they had summoned and for the summoned creatures of the Serpent Cult.

Although they weren't exactly close comrades-in-arms and could betray each other at any time, at least in this battle, the people of this city chose to unite against a common enemy.

However, to avoid confusion about his identity, he will probably not be able to use the abilities of two identities simultaneously from now on.

To rely solely on a hunter's melee combat skills to fight against an army of thousands...

That's so romantic!

With a single upward slash, Cui Xun cleaved the charging cavalryman and his horse in two. Without slowing down, he continued along the path he had cleared to meet the second cavalryman.

Then, he leaped up.

His physique, far exceeding that of ordinary people, and his willpower, which became increasingly agile as his fighting spirit rose, made his leaps seem like flying close to the ground, incredibly fast and equally agile beyond reason.

He spun in mid-air and killed the second enemy.

The heavy armor was like paper before his arm blades, and the horse, now without its rider, continued to gallop forward.

But this was not the end of Cui Xun's attack. He was like a spiral of death, recklessly charging into the legion against the enemy's advance.

Despite the vast army and its thousands of troops, in the end, when it comes to actual combat, only one person and one horse can face Cui Xun.

No matter how well they cooperated, in front of Cui Xun, they would only be cut into countless battlefields.

Even if they were truly fearless, just as some imagined, and remained steadfast even if the entire army perished, all they could do was slightly deplete Cui Xun's seemingly endless stamina.

Decapitation!

Before the head could roll off, it was struck by the blade and sent flying like an iron ball, hitting another rider in the chest.

His breastplate dented, and he was thrown backward by the shock. Even his warhorse tumbled up, and he was knocked to the ground with a single blow.

Amputation!

The warhorse's legs were severed, and it flew off to the ground, throwing its rider to the ground as well.

Then, his breastplate was pierced by a heavy stomp, and his heart was crushed.

Then, it's a head-on collision!

Having thoroughly assessed the strength of the cavalry, Cui Xun stopped dodging.

He faced the charging cavalry directly, transforming his arms into long whips to entangle the spears thrusting at him, kicking the charging warhorse away, and then using the riders holding the spears as if they were weapon accessories.

The human body is not suitable as a weapon, but with enough speed and strength, a heavily armored rider can become a "warhammer" made of iron and flesh.

Smash! Throw! Replace! And keep going!

Compared to fighting, this was more like a fun form of entertainment for Cui Xun, whose stamina was practically limitless.

He unleashed his power recklessly, without expending any energy; in fact, his body became even stronger because of this extravagance.

Faced with such a Cui Xun, Andrew did not dare to engage in a direct confrontation. He wandered around the edge of the battlefield, observing, and after a while, he issued orders to the army that followed him by casting a spell.

All aim, fire!

Archers, crossbowmen, spear throwers, catapults, ballistae, early cannons, fireballs, ice spears, lightning bolts—this army, which obeyed his command, possessed every conventional ranged weapon that had ever appeared in the history of the Hutt Empire. They could even achieve perfect coordination that human soldiers could never accomplish alone.

The monster in the shadows sensed something was wrong and charged into the ranged units, wreaking havoc.

The moment it shifted its attention, Andrew suddenly switched places with a rider who had just been killed by Cui Xun, thrusting his lance at Cui Xun.

Cui Xun was always wary of Andrew. Even after slaughtering an army for so long, he never forgot his strongest enemy.

His body even under this pressure underwent another adaptive evolution, with his skin adding a large number of photoreceptor organs, creating an omnidirectional field of vision that was almost impossible to be ambushed.

The moment Andrew made his move, Cui Xun turned around and counterattacked.

Andrew also took this possibility into consideration. He immediately changed his plan, entangled Cui Xun, and ordered the slaughtered ranged troops to give up resistance and fire directly at Cui Xun.

The army of the dead carried out an order that a normal army would never have done.

Even as their comrades around them were being slaughtered, and pieces of corpses were being thrown at them, they continued firing without wavering.

A barrage of comments covered Cui Xun's location.

Andrew's life was cut short, and Cui Xun was also devastated.

His left eye was pierced by a multi-element lightning bolt, revealing its deep socket. A giant arrow pierced his chest, and his limbs, especially his knees and shoulders, were hit by several arrows. His body was also covered with the marks of an explosion and embedded with shrapnel.

Andrew seemed to have somehow amplified the power of this attack, and its effect far exceeded Cui Xun's expectations.

Even though Cui Xun's body visibly expelled shrapnel and arrows, healed his wounds, remembered the injury, and became stronger, he was still injured.

So, let's wipe out the enemy's ranged units next.

With that thought in mind, Cui Xun casually pulled out the giant arrow from his chest, then turned his head to look at the ranged troops.

In his left eye, which was burned through, flesh and blood were writhing in the dark void, while in his intact right eye, a frenzied crimson was spreading.

These eyes not only locked onto the enemy, but also detected friendly forces lurking in the clouds.

Andrew summoned a torrential downpour, a weather that was not conducive to artillery support, yet the previous artillery support had directly shattered the legion's charge.

Someone will inevitably instigate the attack.

In Cui Xun's memory, there was only one person who could do this.

Just as Cui Xun discovered her, the female knight in steam-powered armor finally confirmed the enemy's true identity and began to think about how to kill Andrew.