Against the World II: Transgression
Chapter 32: Not So Invincible, Part 1
...—26th January, E643 | Carolina, Ekralina Kingdom—
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Since the death of the two saints and the arrival of the NWO representative forces, no confrontation has taken place. The Knights Templar did not attack in the slightest; they were just watching from afar. The Imperial Army did not attempt to attack either. Some of their captains require incentive treatment. Moreover, the presence of the NWO made the situation a little tense between the two camps. It takes time to integrate both teams.
Today is different. Ever since the perfect sun rose, the soldiers had been quite busy. Half of Division 4, 6, and 7 troops were already outside the city walls—the adamantite walls and deep trenches were no longer there. The same goes for the NWO team. Half of their total troops were already lined up neatly in front of the city walls. They are ready to move at any time; they are ready******* discharged Knight Templar today.
The only reason why they had not moved even though they were ready to depart from earlier was only the absence of the leaders.
Dermyus, Reinhart, Hekiel, and even Alforalis had still not joined them. The four people with different personalities were still busy talking to Mortana. Only the four joined each of their armies when the sun was almost as high as a spear. Then the four armies marched towards the camp of the Knights Templar.
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Rodolf was fully dressed. The armour is also perfectly installed. His beloved sword was hanging on his left waist. He had been completely preparing himself since an hour ago after hearing reports of enemy movements.
Defeating fifty thousand soldiers led by four powerful individuals—especially Alforalis whose name was famous even when Rodolf was a child—not something Rodolf was willing to do. The troops that were with him were indeed over 100 thousand, but Rodolf alone took the lead. He can't possibly win. At the most, he and his troops would only be able to finish off all their troops— before then being slaughtered by the enemy leaders.
The only reason why he did not immediately mobilize his troops to retreat was because of reports that 50 thousand troops of the 4th Order led by Fifth Saint Bedivere Luminia had almost arrived. At the latest, they would arrive by mid-afternoon. Although the woman was abnormal (which adult woman claimed to be a child?), her strength was not playful. Rodolf and his army will try to hold off the enemy until Bedivere arrives.
“Saint Rodolf, Sir!”
Rodolf who stood his back to the entrance of the tent immediately turned around, looking intensely at the soldier who had just entered.
“Soldiers have been divided into 10 divisions to your liking, Sir. Each division consists of 12331 soldiers. They're all ready to move. Are we going to wait for the enemy to arrive, or do we need to move immediately, Sir?”
Rodolf said nothing for exactly a minute. Then he stepped foot past the soldier. Before he actually exited the tent, Rodolf responded.
“We cannot let them destroy this place. Lefs go. I myself will lead everything in the forefront.”
...—Nevada, Vermillion Empire—
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The Vermillion Neva battleship slowly flew in from the headquarters of the Imperial Army's 3rd Division. Just as its height pierced through fifty meters, hundreds of pairs of eyes were flabbergasted at its splendor. When the airship floated even higher, it instantly transformed into a primado. The residents stopped their activities only to watch the ship dart to their north side.
In the ship, Edelweiss sat quietly in the main seat. Of course it was not him who controlled the ship; the seat Edelweiss occupied had no special ability whatsoever.
Who controls the ship and all the systems in it are the four captains of choice of the commander.
They all sat in four seats in front of Edelweiss. One of them is in charge of regulating the speed and motion of the ship. One is in charge of controlling the defense system. The other one ensures the attack system is ready for use at any time. Meanwhile, the last captain in charge of supervising the detection system of the ship ‒ he was responsible for providing information to the three captains.
“Commander, need we try full speed?”
“Of course. Bring Vermillion Neva to Dwarf Kingdom at full speed.”
With Edelweiss' decision, the Vermillion Neva's speed increased significantly. In three seconds, his speed had already broken through the hypersonic realm. The Vermillion Neva shot towards the Dwarf Kingdom at a speed nearly ten times the speed of sound in the air.
...—Sheba, Emiliel Holy Kingdom—
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Sheba is one of the six cities surrounding Axellibra. It is located between Ephron and Canaan, just southeast of Axellibra. If Canaan was known as a center of magic and research, Sheba was an industrial center. The average person living in this city is a rich person. If Eden buildings seem traditional and almost nothing high towering, Sheba is the opposite.
The Order of the 5 Knights Templar led by Sixth Saint Gallahad Grahamvell is headquartered in Sheba City.
There were 70,000 active soldiers in Order 5. Normally, not all of them gather in one place. That almost never happened. But today is different. All the active soldiers had already lined up neatly forming 70 columns outside the northern wall of the city. They stood neatly in full dress and armor.
Sitting with one leg bent and one leg folded over a four-meter-high pillar of earth about five meters in front of the vanguard was the leader: Gallahad Grahamvell.
Gallahad has a stout and athletic body. It is also quite tall, reaching 182 centi. Her hair was a short bright brown that stood as if defying gravity. This brown-eyed man wrapped his body with a very thin adamantite armor like a sheet of paper. The armour was like ordinary clothes. The thin armour was covered by real thick armor, but only in the vital parts.
Two months ago, Gallahad was just thirty years old. He was a husband of three wives; a father of four daughters. There was nothing more God wanted than to enjoy his days with his three wives and four children. There was nothing he hated more than having to leave them to fight.
Therefore, the thin bearded man who has a scar on the left temple looks upset. If it were not for Pope Genea asserting that he was mobilizing all his troops, he would not have led them. Gallahad was very unsettled when away from family, let alone having to prepare for war.
“Saint Gallahad, Sir!” A soldier suddenly appeared on the left side of the pillar of land that Gallahad was sitting on. “The Division 12 of the Imperial Army has already crossed an imaginary straight line connecting Sheba and Ephron!”
Gallahad spontaneously stood up after receiving the report. “Prepare yourself!” yells. “We move in fifteen minutes.”