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The scene, resembling a dark cloud looming overhead, instilled fear in those who saw it.

"New recruits, step back. From now on, your role will be to support the veterans in the battle!"

Lina shouted solemnly, knowing full well that sending these new recruits to the front lines would only increase casualties.

Although these new recruits had just experienced a battle, they still needed more time and experience to grow in the face of such a massive monster horde.

85. Agnes's All-Out Effort

In the opposite direction from the surging beast tide, the army of Ashvalley County was advancing slowly and steadily.

Sunlight shone on the neatly arranged ranks, reflecting the cold gleam of their metallic armor. The dust kicked up filled the air, adding to the grim atmosphere of the army.

On a hill ahead of the army's marching route.

Agnes stood quietly to the side, her eyes sharp, but she did not rush to make a move.

She squinted slightly, carefully examining the large army formation that Carter Zane had arranged.

Those disorganized and undisciplined slave warriors were placed at the forefront, followed by the eight thousand regular troops of Greyvale County. They were dressed in uniform armor, their ranks were neat, and their steps were synchronized, clearly an elite force that had undergone rigorous training.

Further behind was Carter Zane, tightly surrounded by four hundred cavalrymen. He sat upright on his tall warhorse, wearing magnificent armor and a helmet inlaid with jewels, his expression arrogant, as if everything was under his control. Behind him was a barbarian army of fifteen hundred men.

Asagi stood there quietly, wearing a purple bodysuit, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair.

She looked at Agnes with gentle eyes and asked politely, "Do you need my help, Miss Agnes?"

The army before them numbered nearly 15,000, marching in a mighty force. The overwhelming sense of oppression was enough to instill fear in most people, causing them to flee in panic.

Ashaki was also filled with curiosity about how this seemingly weak woman beside her, who didn't appear to have much "strength," would deal with the large army before her.

Agnes remained calm and expressionless as she said, "No need. Rather, could you please step back a little?"

Asagi paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly and said, "Alright, then I'll leave it to you. I'll keep an eye on things from behind to prevent any accidents from happening."

Agnes nodded slightly. Upon seeing this, Asagi's figure flashed, and she disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

Agnes secretly admired, "Such speed."

Then, Agnes took a deep breath and raised the black giant axe in her hand.

She composed herself and focused all her attention on the army before her, no longer thinking about anything else.

A surging and profound power began to slowly erupt from her body, like a surging tide, wave after wave, yet she firmly controlled it around her body.

As the power surged, a set of blood-red armor, resembling that of a demon god, gradually emerged, tightly enveloping her seemingly frail body.

"The hunt begins."

......

Poor Carter Zane was completely absorbed in his own fantasy, utterly unaware that he was about to face dire consequences.

Surrounded by four hundred cavalrymen, he looked relaxed and content, as if victory was already in his grasp.

He eagerly anticipated the scene after he destroyed Winterfell, where Link would kneel at his feet, begging for mercy.

A smug smile played on his lips, as if he could already see Link's pathetic state.

Finally, when Carter Zane and his four hundred cavalrymen reached the vicinity of the hilltop, Agnes made her move.

A crimson light instantly enveloped the entire army.

The light was bright and dazzling, like the rising sun, yet it carried a chilling and terrifying aura.

Then came the flames, endless and surging flames.

Emerging from the light, like angry fire dragons, they swept towards the army.

Then came the explosion, an unparalleled, massive explosion.

The roar was deafening, as if the whole world was trembling at that moment.

At first, the horses beneath the cavalrymen seemed startled, neighing and raising their forelegs as if trying to break free of their reins.

Just as the cavalrymen were wondering what was happening, the calm ground beneath their feet suddenly trembled slightly, as if a huge monster was awakening underground.

Then, with a deafening roar, the soil suddenly exploded, like fireworks bursting open, yet carrying a deadly danger.

boom!

Some knights didn't even understand what was happening before they felt themselves being lifted off their horses by a tremendous force, tumbling helplessly in the air like a light leaf.

Next, he witnessed a scene that horrified him: the warhorse he was riding took flight with him, emitting mournful neighs in the air.

The knight, who was flying in the air, suddenly felt his body lighten, and then the world spun before his eyes. Next, he saw his own buttocks.

The terrifying aftershock of the explosion had blown the cavalryman's head off. Although the head was detached from his body, he was not completely dead yet, which led to the bizarre and terrifying scene just now.

The explosion was merely the residual force of her landing.

The aftershocks of the explosion, like a surging tide, knocked people off their feet.

The wounded soldiers lay on the ground, groaning in pain, while those missing limbs let out desperate screams that echoed through the air, sending chills down one's spine.

For a time, the screams of men and horses rose and fell, never ceasing.

Crimson flames rose up, obscuring the entire area.

The rising smoke and dust resembled a slowly rising mushroom cloud, incredibly terrifying, like a scene from the apocalypse.

Carter Zane's army was terrified by this sudden turn of events.

Their once orderly ranks became chaotic, with soldiers running in all directions, pushing and shoving each other, completely losing their previous order.

When they finally looked toward the center of the explosion, something even more despairing was about to unfold.

Amidst the flames rising from the epicenter of the explosion, a crimson figure emerged.

She stood tall and walked with firm steps; with each step she took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

She was like a demon god reigning over this land, exuding a chilling aura.

The ground trembled with her footsteps, and the scorching flames danced around her, yet they could not harm her in the slightest, as if she were the master of the flames.

Everyone felt a tightness in their chest, unable to breathe.

That sense of oppression was like an invisible mountain, making it hard for them to breathe, and even their souls trembled.

"No—impossible! There could never be such a powerful figure in the North! Kill her! Kill her—"

Carter Zane was terrified; his arrogant expression vanished completely, replaced by one of utter horror.

He immediately roared loudly, trying to urge the soldiers to rush forward.

However, the figure, who resembled a demon god, merely swung the giant axe in its hand lightly.

call--

The surging crimson flames instantly swept towards the direction where she swung her giant axe, like an angry fire dragon, devouring everything in its path.

The more than five thousand slave warriors at the front were almost instantly reduced to dust in the flames.

Their bodies burned rapidly in the flames, crackling and popping, before turning to ashes and scattering in the wind.

Only flickering flames and black ash remained, as if they had never existed.

With just one move, he easily killed five thousand people!

This imposing presence instilled fear in the remaining soldiers.

Seeing such a terrifying sight, the remaining soldiers lost all will to fight and were terrified out of their wits.

The ranks were thrown into complete chaos. They began to scatter and flee in all directions, shouting and yelling. Some soldiers even threw away their weapons and ran desperately backwards as if a demon was chasing them.

"Impossible! Impossible—"

Carter Zane was completely stunned by what he saw. His eyes widened in disbelief.

But then, his instincts as a strong person saved him.

A dense aura emanated from Carter Zane's body, forming a protective shield around him as if it were a tangible substance.

He kicked his mount hard, which propelled him into the air, thus avoiding the risk of being burned by the flames.

This struggle before death only allowed him to live a few more seconds.

Agnes swung her giant axe, and the remaining ten thousand soldiers were now completely surrounded by her alone.

She was like an invincible war god, rampaging across this battlefield.

Each swing of the giant axe brought forth a powerful force, knocking down the surrounding enemies one by one.

Even the surrounding terrain and landforms were altered by her attacks.

The once lush forest was reduced to scorched earth by the impact of flames and power.

The trees were burned down to their blackened trunks, and the ground was cratered and riddled with holes, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

Only severed limbs and broken arms remained on the spot, the ground stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood and burnt flesh.

Faced with Agnes's overwhelming power, the battle had become a one-sided massacre.

An army of 15,000 men was nothing more than insects before her.

86.Victory

Meanwhile, on another battlefield, a suffocating atmosphere of tension permeated the air.

The icy, bone-chilling air was thick with the stench of blood, as if every breath carried the scent of death.

The snowflakes, like spirits driven by the gale, danced wildly in the biting wind, emitting sharp whistling sounds, much like the angry roar of a storm giant, seemingly intent on devouring all life on earth.

The walls of Winterfell were already completely shrouded in the stench of the fierce battle.

The once sturdy and thick city walls now appear mottled and ferocious after being baptized by blood and fire.

On every brick of the city wall, the blood and sweat of the soldiers in battle seem to remain, and in every crack, the cruelty and intensity of the battle seem to be told.

Whether it was the city guards of Winterfell, the heavily armored shield bearers of Eleguroa manifested by Link, the Knights of Dawn, or the soldiers of the slave-catching team, they were all engaged in a relentless and brutal war of attrition. No one retreated, and no one showed any fear.

Because both the humans and the monsters knew that if either side could not withstand the devastating losses, or if they developed a fear of death, this brief stalemate would be broken, and the side that was afraid would be slaughtered by the victors as they fled.

This is a battle of life and death, every second is filled with tension and excitement, and every breath is accompanied by the danger of death.

"Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock!"

Link looked down at the wound on his chest and abdomen, where blood was slowly dripping, leaving a series of shocking red marks on the ground.

Just now, in order to shield Stella from a sudden attack from a vampire bat, his abdomen was slashed open by the giant bat's claws, leaving a deep gash.

At the wound, the skin and flesh were turned inside out, and fresh blood was gushing out. The intense pain made Link frown.

If he hadn't drunk a bottle of healing potion in time, and his wound hadn't been slowly healing, he might have died here today.

Link felt secretly relieved, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel worried about the current situation.

No wonder Winterfell in the game's story was overrun by these monsters. Even Link felt a sense of powerlessness as he watched the monsters surging out of the forest like a tidal wave.

These magical beasts are not just ordinary wild animals; they are larger, stronger, and even more cunning.

Like the vampire bat that ambushed Sterula, it silently approached her, its sharp claws gleaming coldly, deliberately launching a sneak attack from the air on Sterula's back while she was dealing with another magical beast.

If Link hadn't discovered it in time, Stella would have been knocked off the city wall by the vampire bat, even if she hadn't been injured.

Below the city wall, there were countless demonic beasts. If you were to fall, you would surely die and be brutally torn apart by those beasts. You probably wouldn't even be able to find a complete corpse.

Thinking of this, Link couldn't help but grip his weapon tighter.

"Watch out for those aerial monsters! Dedicate some of the ballistae's firepower to take out those flying creatures!" Stella shouted hurriedly, looking at the injured Link.

Her voice was filled with anxiety and worry, and her eyes were fixed on Link, as if she were afraid that he would be hurt in any further way.

"Are you alright, Lord Link?" Stella asked with concern, her hand unconsciously reaching out to Link to check his wounds.

"I'm fine, don't get distracted!" Link endured the pain in his abdomen and drank another bottle of healing potion.

He endured the excruciating pain, straightened his back, and shouted, "Brothers! Slay these damned beasts! The glory of Winterfell will not end here!"

"Slay them all! We'll perish with Winterfell!"

Upon hearing Link's shout, the soldiers of Winterfell raised their arms and cheered, their morale soaring.

Their eyes burned with fury, they wielded their weapons with even greater force, and their battle against the monsters intensified.