Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 1067 - 622: King Meets King_2

Chapter 1067: Chapter 622: King Meets King_2

The side walls of the wagons could no longer hold back the enemy, so there was no longer any sense in maintaining their formation; better to open the path and release the two cavalry units stuck on the Bridge of Human God.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

On the battlefield of cold weapons, the most heart-shocking sound began to rise, slow at first and then rapidly increasing, as the countless, tumultuous hoofbeats merged into one—the charge of the Heavy Cavalry.

"Weeding and Fertilizing Technique." A voice instantly spread into the minds of everyone within a hundred meters.

This was the Holy Strategist’s Fifth Circle exclusive magic, Psychic Broadcasting, also known as Mass Command Spell, which aimed to coordinate combat on the battlefield. Clearly, Lady Strategy had recognized the importance of quick command dissemination in coordinated warfare.

However, her current train of thought was still limited to legion-level combat; she had yet to elevate it to long-distance coordinated warfare between legions. In this regard, the Conqueror Army was ahead due to Gaven; their Shadow Messengers had already begun to play their role.

One after another, Weeding and Fertilizing Techniques fell, causing the entangling vines laid out in front of their lines to wither instantly into dust. The Entangle Spell did not distinguish between friend and foe; charging out recklessly could likely lead to a mass downfall.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the speed of the charging Heavy Cavalry picked up, both Blood Plunderers and Blood Berserkers were uncontrollably sent flying.

Among all types of troops, Heavy Cavalry was the most likely to punch above their weight, for, when they initiated a charge with the help of their mounts’ velocity, the Attack Power they demonstrated could not be measured by ordinary standards. And they were never fighting alone.

If you survive the first blow without dying, there’s a second, a third, a fourth...

Relentless like waves, one after another, until you fall and can no longer stand up.

One thousand five hundred heavily armed Nort Heavy Cavalry, like a fierce wind, swept across the battleground. They didn’t need to care whether the enemy was dead or alive; they just needed to follow their Captain, charging forward ceaselessly and attacking any standing foe. Naturally, the infantry that followed would take care of the mopping up.

As for tallying their achievements...

In Felen, there was a method of keeping score that was exceedingly difficult to falsify because the Professional Level was there for all to see. The most professional experience gained was undoubtedly the greatest military achievement.

Moreover, this distribution of professional experience didn’t mean that whoever dealt the fatal blow would claim all the experience; the Magic Network would automatically evaluate who contributed most to the battle and allocate the lion’s share accordingly.

Thus, there were rarely any disputes about who claimed a kill. Everyone had their role, striving to bring out their maximum combat effectiveness was the best way to claim military glory.

If the Nort Heavy Cavalry Legion could be likened to a heavy punch...

Then the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry led by Thomas were like a soft, cushioned jab, deceptive in their lethality, for they, like a pack of wolves, circumvented the fiercest fronts of the enemy and turned to their flanks to tear and bite.

They didn’t just circle to the sides of the battlefield; they encircled the entire flanks of the Monster Army.

The Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry, both in terms of equipment and their style of combat, tended toward Light Cavalry. After all, wolves have limited stamina and can’t bear heavy armor. Their cunning nature, even when trained, wouldn’t lead them to charge headlong like warhorses.

Scraping flesh layer by layer from the Monster Army was their forte.

Don’t think that their roaming on the periphery of the Monster Army was perilous; in fact, they faced the least pressure.

The Blood Plunderers transformed by Plunderer Kallargos were mainly concentrated at the front and the flanks. Before engaging the enemy directly, these Blood Plunderers dared not easily deploy their Blood Cloaks to massively cultivate parasites, for a misstep there, with quantity but lacking quality, would slow their killing speed and make them easy targets.

Merely a few Blood Plunderers leading ordinary Monster Soldiers couldn’t withstand the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry’s nibbling tactics. With each encounter, they were able to carve out chunks of flesh and even slay several Blood Plunderers.

These Blood Plunderers, strong and tenacious when working together to draw strength from the fallen to enhance themselves, could easily be overwhelmed and drained of their blood energy and perish when isolated, as the blood power within them was plundered, not innate—used up bit by bit with each expenditure.

It wasn’t until this detachment caught the attention of Plunderer Kallargos, who, despite having little divine power remaining, created a dozen more Blood Plunderers on the spot to organize a defense, that the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry’s carving was barely held in check.

Even Plunderer Kallargos couldn’t convert all his Monster Soldiers into Blood Plunderers; such a feat would cost him divine power.

According to the Divine Laws of Divine War, the souls of the enemies killed by his soldiers belonged to him, and conversely, if his soldiers, even devout followers, were slain by the enemy, those souls belonged to the foe—the souls of monsters killed by Blood Plunderers and Blood Berserkers didn’t go to Plunderer Kallargos but mingled with the blood used to strengthen the Blood Plunderers’ combat effectiveness. The miraculous power attributed to blood was merely a facade, for in actuality, souls were being used, and their allegiance was sealed with the death of the enhancer.

If there were no price to pay, Divine War would be waged at will, turning the entire Material Plane into a place of chaos and misery, leaving the common folk without hope.