Origin Paradise!

The two armies faced each other, while tens of thousands of musketeers in the legion advanced in three neat rows.

When they were about 500 paces apart, Governor Red Rose and Duke Wyatt gave the order almost simultaneously.

The musketeers of both armies fired three volleys each, leaving behind a total of over a thousand corpses. The first day of the battle ended, and both sides withdrew to rest and recuperate. All units received a stern warning that they were absolutely forbidden from launching a surprise attack on the enemy during their retreat.

The battle lasted less than half an hour. Although both sides maintained proper etiquette, the vibrant grassland was stained with blood. The white gunpowder was extremely powerful; a single bullet was enough to shatter an enemy's chest. Maimed corpses were everywhere.

On the Wangdu army's side, Jiang He stood on a small hill and saw Margaret and Henry VII opposite him through a monocular telescope. In fact, he was a little confused about the land warfare of this era.

“Count Hru, if we continue to trade injuries like this, I don’t see any point in our tactics.”

As a councilor providing tactical advice, Count Hru glanced at someone with a complicated expression. The direct reason he had fled his territory was because this swordsman had killed the silver swordsman Rosard.

“Count Rhine, today is just a formality, and the exchange of fire is just to make it seem acceptable. Next is the time to write letters. Going back a hundred or two hundred years, we are all related. Although fighting for the monarch is important, there is no need to kill one’s own family. Choosing an opponent on the battlefield is an art.”

After speaking, Count Heru picked up the parchment. Unless it was a war to the death, nobles could be ransomed if they were captured, but only if an enemy general was found willing to vouch for them, that is, a so-called "relative".

Jiang He was stunned for a long time upon hearing this. When he turned around, he saw that almost all the nobles had taken out parchment and quills, while he and a few fierce knight guards looked somewhat out of place.

"So the next thing is a major battle?"

Count Hru shook his head. "How could that be? We only arrived today to confront them. Of course we need to have a good meal and rest for the night. Is that so hard to understand? When Duke Djouk had the upper hand, all the nobles of the North surrendered immediately. You need to adapt quickly."

Jiang He remained expressionless. The chaotic corridor was called barbarian, and pirates were out of step with the nations. Perhaps it was because of serious conflicts in their views with the nobles. Ever since Margaret raised the banner of the restoration war, neither side had much enthusiasm for fighting.

What do you think of those two royal elders?

"Both of you are known for your loyalty to the emperor and your integrity."

……

At night, campfires dot the plains.

Inside the central command tent, the top commanders gathered.

The letter is finished; the war can officially begin tomorrow.

Military Governor Red Rose issued combat orders one by one.

"...Assisting the legion of 70,000 men, divided into six battle groups, each led by a Grand Knight-level warrior, to advance in a straight line..."

"...Baron Lorre, the Sword-wielding Elder and I, along with the Royal Knights, are waiting for the right moment to strike..."

"...Count Rhine and the two royal elders, the task of dealing with the enemy's top combat forces is entrusted to you..."

"This war must be won for the Queen!"

The dinner meeting ended quickly outside the central command tent.

The elven prince of the noble allied fleet came from the opposite military camp and approached Lor. By blood relation, this elven prince was the brother of Red Rose, the younger brother of the First Queen, and the uncle of Queen Eleanor and Noel.

"Lor, I have something to give you."

Under the big tree, Lor was about to kiss the elven girl when the elven prince suddenly appeared and interrupted him.

The elven girl, who possessed the strength of an ordinary great knight, blushed and ran away shyly into the distance.

Lor scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and said, "Uncle, Vivi and I are friends."

"You decide this yourself." The Elf Prince solemnly pulled a palm-sized wooden box from his sleeve.

"Inside is our elven royal family's most precious treasure—the Breathing of the Sun technique. Even though you are only a half-moon elf, if you cultivate to the knight level at the age of eighteen, it may be very suitable for you."

The Elf Prince solemnly warned, "The Breathing of the Sun technique is exclusive to the first generation of elves, therefore it is unique, and only one person can practice it. Moreover, only moon elves can understand the words on it. You don't need to feel sorry for Vivi."

"Become strong as soon as possible so that we can find out who killed your sister. Your steward has already investigated and said in a letter that the Silver Fruit is on the royal elder, Padric."

Lor nodded emphatically. He thought of the elven butler of the White Rose family, who had always taken care of him but was always very cold on the surface. It took him a long time to understand the butler's good intentions.

“Uncle, I have a breathing technique. Can I give the Silver Fruit to Weiwei? She has never been able to awaken the Silver Will. She only managed to advance by chance with me on the Suya Islands.”

Just as the Elf Prince was about to retort, a cry came from the distant bushes.

Lor turned around in surprise and found that it was the youngest of the seven sisters. She must have arrived while he and Vivi were embracing.

"Ugh……"

The Elf Prince sighed softly, stopping his nephew who was about to give chase, and continued to explain important matters. Because of the Red Rose, the Elven race had to protect Eleanor's throne, which required the royal army to win the war.

For this reason, the Elf Prince did not hesitate to betray his own side's deployment information, and the last bit of his virtuous power quickly dissipated because of breaking his oath.

Lor felt a little guilty, but then he suddenly heard a scream.

"Oh no, it's Weiwei!"

The two rushed into the distant forest, where they saw a masked man grabbing Vivi's fair neck and lifting her up.

The elven girl struggled frantically, but thorns spread upwards, bypassing her thighs, chest, wrists, and other vital areas, easily crushing all resistance. As blood gushed out, the intense pain made her tremble violently, too weak even to howl.

The Elf Prince was on high alert. Vivi was not a perfect Grand Knight, but that did not mean she was weak. Only one in ten thousand beings could overcome the Knight's Pass.

"You are Prime Minister Anor!"

"Let her go!"

Lor's eyes were bloodshot.

Chapter 315 Defeat

In the woods.

The beautiful elven girl was already suffocating.

The masked man's voice, disguised, was even colder: "Hand over the Sun Breathing Technique."

Cold sweat beaded on the Elf Prince's forehead. The Breathing of the Sun technique was even more important to the Elf race than an S-rank treasure. If it were him, he would never hand it over, even if he watched Vivi die. But Lor was different; he and Vivi had a deep bond.

“Okay, as long as you let her go.” Lor gripped the wooden box tightly, his expression as taut as a bowstring. He had already lost his childhood sweetheart Lucy, and he couldn’t afford to lose Vivi, whom he had fallen in love with at first sight.

“One hand for the person, the other for the goods,” the elf prince said stiffly.

The masked man suddenly increased his strength, and the elf girl opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, rolled her eyes back, and her face turned a deep purple.

Lor was at a loss and hurriedly threw the wooden box over.

Seeing this, the Elf Prince decisively drew his sword and slashed. Even if it meant betraying Vivi and breaking off his relationship with his nephew, he would never allow the royal treasure to fall into the hands of an outsider.

Whoosh!

The sword slashed and flew out.

In an instant, the masked man stepped out of his spot.

The scene before everyone present seemed to freeze in time; the sword shattered, the wooden box vanished, and the moment the elf prince chose to draw his sword, the girl Vivi's head exploded.

Lor's eyes widened, his mind filled with an unprecedented sense of fear and disgust. The distant and unfamiliar death was approaching, and the shadow that was close at hand made him freeze in place.

Bang!

A silver light, seemingly an illusion, flashed by.

The elven prince, who had once left someone helpless, was blasted into a bloody mist. The light from the smoke gun instantly blasted him apart. Without the power of virtue, the damage reduction granted by his bloodline was insufficient for the moon elf to survive.

A giant red sword came flying, and the voluptuous and beautiful woman ran into the woods, her fiery red dress fluttering in the wind.

boom!

The giant sword left a large crater in the ground.

The masked man walked away from Lor with a steady gait.

"You are an Origin Walker, unaffected by the fate of the world's consciousness, so killing the Chosen One is not too difficult overall." A gentle and pleasant female voice sounded in my ear.

The aura of the great knights approached from all directions, but for this person, the situation was far from fatal.

“When his bloodline reverts to that of a Sun Elf, the Black Marquis will seize his bloodline, and I possess the Supreme-grade Blood Poison.”

When the Sword-wielding Elder and the others arrived, the masked man had already vanished without a trace.

Lor stared blankly at Vivi's headless corpse and the shattered fragments of his uncle, the prince. Compared to the two who were completely mutilated, he only had a bloody mark on his cheek. Fate had once again taken away his beloved family and friends.

"what!!"

"Cheer up, Lor!"

……

The next morning.

The Bourbon army left the camp and advanced.

In the central command tent, Margaret had just finished feeding Henry VII some liquid food when two armored knights came to report that someone wanted to see him.

"Let him in."

The tent flap opened, revealing a familiar mask and figure. Margaret stared at the man before her, her expression quite complex.

"Your Excellency, I really hope you're not here to assassinate me."

Margaret smoothed her hair and revealed a bewitching smile. Her beauty was recognized by both kingdoms, and even the nobles of the capital who were extremely dissatisfied with her never questioned it.

"Our past collaborations seem to have gone quite well," Jiang He said.

Last night, the youngest of the Seven Nightingales overheard Lor and the Elf Prince's conversation. Ah San noticed something amiss and obtained information from the youngest, which concerned the Sun Elves' exclusive breathing technique. Upon receiving the information, he decisively chose to take action. As for the price of leaving the royal capital's camp, it was insignificant.

Margaret sat up straight and said with a sly smile, "I can laugh off the pain that the Prime Minister has inflicted on me, after all, you really made me Regent. But as the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Stuart, I can't come here empty-handed."

"Your Excellency's governing ability is not outstanding, but it is certainly within the acceptable range. However, this is a battlefield. What we need is not a prime minister, but warriors, warriors of the highest level, the Grand Knights."

The curtains on the left and right doors of the military tent were drawn back, and the Duke of Wyatt and the Duke of Bourbon entered at the same time. They looked at Anor with some apprehension in their eyes. Anor was an outsider and could not be expected to take any military power from the army. Feigning surrender was a situation that had to be considered.

“If you need soldiers, then I think that’s exactly what I’m here for,” Jiang He said earnestly.

……

8 month 16 day.

The Wangdu army and the Bourbon army officially went to war on the southern plains.

Both sides assisted the legions in advancing in formation, and each deployed all of their artillery.

Boom!

As the artillery roared, the atmosphere on the battlefield was instantly ignited. Orange-red flames streaked across the sky, and the sharp whistling of shells mingled together, making people's eardrums ache.

A cannonball hurtled toward the capital's position in an arc, raising a cloud of dust at the impact. The armor of three construct knights shattered, the impact tearing their flesh apart. The bodies of trainee knights were as fragile as paper in the face of the white gunpowder.

"Kill them!"

"First battle group, advance!"

"Drive these Bourbon people away."

The elder swordsman led four thousand armored knights in a charge, the ranks sweeping forward like a whirlwind. The knights were clad in heavy armor, the surfaces of which reflected a cold, sharp light in the sunlight.

On the Bourbon side, the Duke of Florence also led four thousand knights in a charge. Neither side gave way, and they clashed face to face. In just one exchange, hundreds of knights were killed or wounded.

The clash of knights signifies the complete outbreak of war.

The warhorses neighed, their hooves thundering.

Bang bang bang!

The musketeers on both sides moved closer to each other, and after three volleys of fire just like yesterday, thousands more fell to the ground and died. But this time there was no retreat horn. The musketeers who fired the first volley had already reloaded their bullets and returned to their firing positions.

Bang bang bang.

The battlefield seemed to be divided into several parts, with cannon fire raging, bullets clashing, and knights charging at each other.

Jiang He, who had joined the Bourbon Army, approached the royal elder Padric, whose duty was to stop the top combatants.

When Patrick saw the masked man, he scoffed, "Your Excellency, is there any need to wear this thing nowadays? After the masked man disappeared, Count Rhine also vanished from the camp. Such a glaring flaw, who are you trying to fool?"

Patrick was fearless. He knew that Count Rhine possessed an extremely powerful javelin attack, but how could such an attack, worthy of the attention of a titled expert, come without a price?

Jiang He's eyes turned pure white, and his perfect all-seeing eye saw through the hidden secret. Inside the amber pendant around the other person's neck, a silver fruit the size of a thumb was quietly sealed.

"You can die."

The instant the target is locked, speed mode is activated.

An extremely sharp and piercing sound rang out on the battlefield.

The top knights, having found their match, all turned their gazes toward each other, their surging, pure killing intent posing a tremendous threat capable of causing death.

"impossible!"