Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

Hafulen rolled her eyes, but Ryusha replied, "No, this is something the two of us have to do today. However, there's still some time before they arrive at the designated location..."

Winter, snow-capped mountains, marching through valleys... what will happen when these elements are combined with Haifulian's sonic battle aura?

Ryuu smiled wickedly, but there was still a negotiation before that. But now... he flicked his fighting spirit, and a shockwave hit Heflian's pert buttocks, leaving a red mark on her fair flesh.

"You, you mustn't make me too soft... or I won't be able to use my strength later."

Heflian immediately got up and rolled over, giving the boy a resentful look. Her tall figure, however, didn't match her gaze; her long, slender legs skillfully and obediently parted into a V-shape. The female knight's two hands, which should have been holding a lance, gripped her toes, straightening her legs at her shoulders, forcibly presenting her most private parts to Ryūka's eyes. At the same time, her raised arms revealed her pink armpits.

"What are you saying? I'm clearly looking forward to it. It's overflowing here."

Ryuka's fingers teased the sweet entrance, and Hafren's tense body trembled. Her straight legs began to shake, and her eyes became hazy, but she still stubbornly said, "Who was expecting that? I just promised you... Besides, you still have to obediently strengthen me, so I'm not at a loss, mmm~"

Despite her tough exterior, she was soon writhing under Liu Xia's teasing, yet she held onto her legs tightly as the boy wished, maintaining this shameful, toyed position.

"I can't take it anymore, come in quickly..." Heflin thought to herself, turning her watery eyes to the side and groaning softly, "Three or three times is okay... any more than that won't do... and you're not allowed to adjust my sensitivity!"

"You're only satisfied with at least three times each time, though there's no upper limit~"

Ryuka smiled, a surge of magic energy forming in her hand. Her control over magic had recently improved, allowing her to perform even such subtle movements...

His fingers moved nimbly, slowly withdrawing from the honeyed depths of the lotus. The bodily fluids that clung to it condensed into delicate ice chains under the movement of his fingertips, as exquisitely crafted as if by the most skilled artisan.

Immediately afterwards, the ice chain was divided into three strands, each with a small ring at the end, which wrapped around the three pink tips in Haifulian's surprised and expectant gaze.

"Ugh... why... it's happening again..."

A sharp pain shot through her as the ring pierced Hefren's tender flesh, followed by a familiar yet shameful pleasure. The original hole had long since healed; now that she was a Great Knight, the ice ring would disappear as soon as Ryūka withdrew her magic, and she would recover quickly.

But that doesn't mean we can just play around like this. Heflian watched as Ryūka gently lifted the three ice chains, and her soul seemed to be ripped out, letting out a high-pitched, incoherent scream in the deserted village hut. And at the same time as this icy, intoxicating stimulation washed over her, another wave of fiery satisfaction filled her already wet and unobstructed body…

"Three times is fine, but if you let go of your foot, you'll have to start over~ You still have an hour, so keep going~"

"W-What! How could I possibly... Ughh ...

Once…twice…the twitching, slippery toes slipped from the female knight's grasp, only to be ruthlessly pushed back into her hands by the boy. Again and again…she desperately tried to control her writhing body, but couldn't resist the overwhelming pleasure. The tighter she gripped his feet, the more the soft soles stimulated her in a unique way. Finally, Hefren couldn't hold on any longer, releasing her grip and clinging tightly to Ryūka, writhing wantonly…

"Amazing! Now you can go ten times in a row without getting distracted!"

Finally, Ryuka saw Heflian lying on the ground, convulsing, her eyes glazed over, her hair plastered to her sweat-drenched forehead, but not unconscious. Heflian, exuding a captivating allure in the cold air, struggled to her feet, glared at Ryuka, and weakly put on her clothes and armor…

Chapter 9 The Snowy Mountain Funeral

Belloc had no idea how the boy had appeared in front of him.

Despite dispatching numerous scout knights and having mages manipulate familiars while employing various observation spells, the boy before them appeared abruptly like a ghost. He stood alone on the path at the valley pass, his longsword sheathed, a calm smile on his face as he looked at them.

Faced with his cautious yet threatening gaze and the fully armed knights behind him, and knowing that both he and Quaid held high-ranking positions, the young man showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he asked:

Can we talk?

Ryuga looked at Belloc and Quaid in front of him. Quaid didn't recognize himself as the 'heretic demon' he had encountered before, so he introduced himself frankly.

"Lucia."

“I recognize you. There are many stories about you, each one enough to keep a bard singing all night,” Belloc said, but Ryusha wasn’t surprised. Tipalotura had mentioned before that the merchant guild had circulated her photos, and presumably they would be circulating in Clovis’s camp as well.

"Since you understand me, then things are easier to discuss. I've come here simply to ask: now that the 'rebellious' Duke family has been wiped out by our forces, could you all return and report to His Highness the Third Prince, requesting that we cease hostilities and withdraw our troops?"

Ryuu didn't waste any words and stated his conditions directly. He had expended a great deal of magic power to conceal his presence and charm the scout knights along the way; he wasn't here to chat idly.

He glanced at the soldiers behind Belloc. While their commander remained calm, his knights and soldiers were anything but. Many rumors circulated about Ryūsha, growing increasingly outrageous as they spread. Some called him a cruel nobleman, a heartless demon's son. After all, Ryūsha's conquest of the Sochi Plain was too incredible, and his actions in the Linhu Territory over the past year were completely contrary to the 'Autus noble values.' The scorched-earth policy of relocating people south was, in some versions, altered to the vicious accusation of 'unleashing his troops to plunder, razing the Sochi Plain to the ground, leaving no one alive.'

Therefore, in most people's eyes, the boy before them was an unfathomable demon, and at only sixteen years old, he was already a master of both magic and martial arts. The fact that he could appear before the army undetected made them even more terrified; some soldiers instinctively gripped their weapons, warily scanning their surroundings…

This is a narrow and long pass! Anyone with a modicum of sense knows that in this kind of terrain, an ambush would be fatal, even if the enemy outnumbers you. They chose to advance from here because it's close, and they're confident they won't encounter an ambush thanks to their excellent reconnaissance troops and the familiars in the sky.

But then this young man appeared! He had conquered Sochi Territory in just one month with only a few hundred men! Now, having absorbed the surrendered soldiers of Sochi Territory, his military strength had grown even greater! If there were enemy troops lying in ambush on the mountaintops on either side…

Seeing their tense expressions, even in the cold winter, Liu Xia noticed beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. Perhaps some of them were already missing home, which was precisely why Liu Xia had shown himself; he wanted to give these soldiers a chance.

After all, these were thousands upon thousands of living people, not pigs, dogs, cattle, or sheep. Therefore, Ryūka sincerely hoped that Berok would accept his proposal and withdraw his troops, or at least maintain a stalemate, so that they could await the emperor's decree.

but……

Retreat? Impossible! Belloc knew perfectly well that Clovis didn't care about the Duke family's bloodline or the rebellion; all he wanted was the Sochi Plain! He had been planning this for a long time, and now he was leading tens of thousands of troops into the snowstorm. How could he possibly watch someone else pluck the peach?

But Belloc was also extremely nervous, convinced that Ryukatsu must have set up an ambush. However, as the commander, he could not waver, so he thought about it with a serious expression.

Agreeing was out of the question, but to directly reject Ryūka? Belloc felt like an ambush would appear any second now... but both his magic reconnaissance and his own intuition as a great knight told him that there was no one else around...

“I am merely a lowly battalion commander and have no authority to make such a decision. You should be seeking an audience with Prince Clovis. If you wish, I am willing to introduce you and guarantee your safety with the honor of my family. But now, could you please make way for me?”

Bellok, a veteran of decades on the battlefield, never imagined he would be so submissive to a handsome young man all alone. His throat was hoarse, and he struggled to speak, but Ryusha was unmoved by his words, only offering a helpless smile and shaking her head in refusal.

"Hey, Belloc, if we get stuck here any longer, the army behind us will be all jostled together."

Behind Belloc, Quaid glanced back. With the entire vanguard battalion blocked by a lone boy, the battalions behind were becoming increasingly crowded. This was not a good situation; Ryūka's mere appearance had plunged an entire legion into danger, and that boy hadn't even done anything yet!

Just by standing there, he made the two of them feel as if they were carrying a thousand pounds of weight!

At this moment, a messenger knight rode up from the rear, bringing the legion commander's order, questioning why Belloc at the front had stopped advancing, causing the entire legion to be blocked in the canyon.

"I'm sorry, but please allow me to consult with the legion commander and then report to Prince Clovis."

Belloc spoke to Ryusha, then turned and walked towards the messenger knight. In the instant he brushed past Quaid, he whispered something.

"Let's do it!"

In an instant! Quaid leaped high from his warhorse and charged towards Ryūka! No matter what tricks this kid was playing, dragging things out would only turn the entire army into a crowded school of fish in a net! Even if he had indeed set an ambush, their only chance of victory was to capture the leader first! As long as they captured Ryūka, everything would be solved! Even knowing it wouldn't be easy, they were willing to take the gamble!

As Ryusha watched Quaid charge toward him with lightning speed, Belloc suddenly turned his horse around and charged at him as well. The knight behind him reacted in a second and immediately spurred his horse forward as well!

A fierce battle aura emanated from them, and the cavalry, covered in battle aura, were unstoppable! They came head-on with an aura that could crush everything!

That's not my fault...

Ryūka's eyes narrowed, and he instantly drew his longsword! A powerful surge of battle aura cleaved a deep chasm in front of him! But Belloc, relying on his superb horsemanship and reflexes, spurred his horse forward, as did the knight behind him. Meanwhile, Quaid, whom Ryūka had ignored, had already arrived in front of him!

Then, he saw the boy's smile turn cold in an instant, and he shouted in a heavy tone:

"Let's do it!"

As expected! There was an ambush! Belloc glanced at the cliffs on either side, while the mages behind the knights aimed at any possible source of enemy fire. Rocks, snow… they chanted spells, ready to launch a counterattack at the first moment!

However, no enemy troops appeared.

Amid their tense vigilance, they could only hear faint, restless sound waves, which gradually grew from barely audible to a booming thunder.

The incessant roar seemed to be trying to probe something, while at the same time, Ryuka's unfathomable fighting spirit transformed into magic power, forming an incomparably tall and hard ice wall in front of him, instantly blocking Quaid's attack!

Boom! Quaid didn't have time to stop and punched the ice wall, cracking the several-meter-thick ice wall! Just as the explosive sound of the punch rang out, Quaid seemed to remember something. He opened his eyes wide instantly, and the rumbling sound behind him sounded like the whisper of death.

It was an avalanche! His instinctive fear after throwing that punch was that the loud noise would trigger an avalanche!

And what came from behind... was Heflian's sonic battle aura!!!

They want to bury an entire legion in the valleys of Mount Mytipre! You, Yonglin, want to... (Is my Yonglin here...)

A single explosion might trigger an avalanche and falling rocks that could bury part of the army, but wouldn't wipe out the entire legion. However, a special sonic aura would be a different story!

Quaid instantly turned around, his gaze quickly locking onto a familiar figure on the cliff to one side.

Hafulen Alvarez!!! She's charging wildly down the mountainside! Her spear, held horizontally at her waist, slashes across the mountainside relentlessly, unleashing her battle aura without restraint, creating deafening sound waves above the elongated army, causing the snow on the surrounding mountains to cascade down like a flood!!

Her presence was completely different from anything Quaid had ever known before!

Meanwhile, Ryūsha, blocking the army's path, retreated, ice walls rising with a deafening roar along his path. Even with Quaid and Belloc's combined efforts to destroy them, they couldn't keep up with the speed at which the ice walls formed. The army behind them was thus helplessly trapped there, watching the snowfall above, mixed with rocks, pour into the valley below them…

If there were an apocalypse, this would probably be the scene.

"Don't panic! Mages, build cover!!! Knights, break through with your battle aura!!!"

Belloc cried out in despair, hoping that if the mages could manipulate ice and rock to build a tortoise-shell-like barrier above their heads and temporarily save their lives, then the knights could gradually break through the snow piled up above them, and perhaps the army could still be saved. But his cries were in vain, completely drowned out by the deafening roar of the avalanche! Only a few quick-reacting squads spontaneously carried out such a defense.

In an instant, heavy snow and falling rocks filled the valley, piling up to a height of five or six meters, burying everything, leaving only deathly silence in the world...

On one side of the mountain, the snow was smashed apart with a roar, and Hefren, her pretty face with veins bulging, leaped out and came to Ryuka's side.

"Whoa~ Is this the K18 serum? My strength has increased several times in an instant! And this soaring, exhilarating fighting spirit... Hehehe... Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!"

Her body was covered in scratches, but she felt incredibly refreshed. Looking at Heflian's figure, like a demon in the snow, Ryuka simply asked:

"So, how do you feel about fighting against a Heavenly Rank expert?"

His calm tone made it seem as if the incident that instantly claimed the lives of tens of thousands of people had never happened.

"Well..." Heflian laughed heartily, giving her judgment, "Completely impossible. If it were my father, I could probably last for a minute, that would be my limit. If it were him... no, any Heavenly Knight would only need one sword to cause an avalanche of this magnitude."

Is that so? It seems the gap between Celestial Rank and Grand Master is greater than I imagined. If a Bloodline Knight like Hetia used the K18 potion, she could kill a Grand Master within five minutes. But Hefren, also a top Grand Master, judged after using the K18 potion that she was utterly unable to contend with a Celestial Rank.

Knowing this was useful enough; using one of the five K18 potions this way was a very worthwhile deal for Ryuka.

Haiflian was still in a state of heightened arousal; her strength had surged, and she even felt confident she could defeat Ryūka now. She even entertained the thought of pinning him to the ground and beating him up, then stripping him naked and pounding into him herself. Unfortunately, she lacked the tools, and her remaining rationality told her that such thoughts were unacceptable; Ryūka would retaliate and kill her afterward…

But as if she could read Liu Xia's eyes, she raised an eyebrow and asked:

"Haflene, you're not thinking about something you shouldn't be doing, are you?"

"How could that be? I'm a very well-behaved mother!"

Heflian bent over with one hand on her hip, speaking in a high-spirited voice. She pressed her wild yet alluring face close to Ryūka's from below, her dangerous tone filled with a wild charm that made one want to conquer her.

She wouldn't dare hit him; Haifulen didn't want to be fucked for days and nights afterward, becoming someone who could slur out all sorts of vulgar and shameful swear words. But in her heightened excitement, she still had the guts to verbally attack Ryuu.

"Speaking of which, your plan is truly brilliant, so brilliant it's inhumane! More than ten thousand people have turned into frozen meat under the snow, and your first thought is still to collect data on the K18 drug!"

The thought sent chills down her spine, yet it also evoked a thrilling feeling. Her fear and sense of submission intensified, and in her heightened state of excitement, Haifulen suddenly pounced on Ryusha and began kissing her passionately, while frantically tearing at her clothes.

Amplified by the potion, her strength increased dramatically, and Ryūka allowed her to violate him. Only when Hafren's soft lips parted, leaving a trail of slippery saliva, did Ryūka tease her:

"Looks like ten times isn't enough for you~"

"Hmph~ Don't get cocky, I'm several times stronger now~ Believe me or not, I'll snap your filthy thing in half inside!"

Heflian stuck out her slippery tongue and licked Ryūka's face, the heat unusually intense. She looked at Ryūka with aggressive eyes while tearing at his pants, wanting to experience this feeling of superiority even though the effects of the drug were only lasting.

But Ruka interrupted Hefleen's actions with just one sentence.

"Is this okay? What about the audience? Have you suddenly developed this kind of fetish?"

"audience?"

Heflian paused, then instantly turned to look at the buried valley.

With her keen senses, she noticed the tremors beneath the snow.

"Ordinary knights and mages can't withstand this, but an ordinary avalanche is unlikely to wipe out a Grand Master. And there are always a few Grand Masters in an entire legion, right? Is that all you're thinking? You're not even considering this?"

As Ryuka spoke, figures emerged from beneath the thick snow, looking disheveled and angry at the two people before them.

They were all elite officers of the Twelfth Legion. At the forefront, Belloc, panting heavily, threw his warhorse aside. Before being buried by the avalanche, he had somehow managed to shield several trusted knights beneath his own body, saving several lives!

The same was true at the rear, where people were emerging one after another from the snow, including knights and mages, mostly battalion commanders of various ranks or small squads with exceptional self-defense capabilities. In the far distance at the very back, an elderly man in heavy armor slowly rose, surrounded by several guards; he was none other than Earl Karen Hill, the commander of the Twelfth Legion.

Chapter 10 Winning Hearts and Minds is Paramount

The remnants of the Twelfth Legion, recovering from the snow, gasped for breath. Belloc cautiously glanced at Ryu and Xia ahead. Meanwhile, far behind, Legion Commander Karen immediately ordered a full-scale rescue operation from beneath the snow.

Perhaps some knights and mages survived the avalanche, but they would have had little chance of escaping on their own. Karen, in the rear, was completely unaware of what was happening and reacted more slowly than the vanguard during the avalanche, resulting in even heavier losses for the rear troops.

But he knew very well that this avalanche was definitely not a natural phenomenon! Therefore, in addition to the order to rescue people, he ordered a group of people who were still capable of fighting to rush to the front to support the Belloc troops at the forefront.

Heflian gripped her spear resentfully, furious at being interrupted; the spear vibrated violently with battle aura. But she knew she couldn't hold on much longer. Once the effects of the K18 potion wore off, she would be extremely weak. So Heflian turned to Ryūka behind her and asked:

"Should we continue playing?"

Ryuga shook her head, looking at Belloc's angry eyes, and said, "No need, the strategic objective has been achieved, you can retreat now."

"And you?" Heflene asked, raising an eyebrow.

Liu Xia sighed, a hint of pity in her eyes: "I still have things to do. You should worry about the other side instead of me."

“Alright.” Haifulian nodded. What Ryuka said made sense. With his strength, these ordinary senior professionals really couldn’t do anything to him. And she, who only had a few minutes left to recharge, really should retreat… Besides, Ryuka had left a backup plan at the exit of the valley.

Those are the buried magical bombs and the magical bombers with their firing parameters set at maximum range!

Hafulen turned and sprinted away, her figure quickly disappearing on the horizon. Ryuuya stared expressionlessly at Quaid and Belloc ahead, their eyes filled with both fear and boundless rage, yet they dared not lash out! No one knew what other tricks this young man possessed!

An entire Imperial standard legion! A full fifteen thousand men! Toyed with like this, countless lives buried in an instant! While some soldiers survived, the ordinary conscripts and laborers surely perished. Their supplies and provisions were also buried with them, meaning the survivors were incapable of continuing the advance!

Belloc was deeply saddened by the sacrifice of his men. As a beloved commander, Belloc got along well with most of his men. He was most proud of being able to call out the names of every one of the thousand regular soldiers in his battalion and remember each of their families.

And now, these young soldiers, who had set out full of enthusiasm, believing this campaign would be a piece of cake, were dying in a utterly dishonorable ambush! Many of them hadn't even seen the enemy! And what about the remaining thousand conscripts and laborers? They were just ordinary people temporarily serving in the army; they deserved to be treated like this even less…

Belloc clenched his fists, blood trickling from between his fingers. He drew his longsword and roared, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.