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Chapter 827 - 434: Dark Giant_2

Chapter 827: Chapter 434: Dark Giant_2

The Compulsion Viscount did the opposite. "Who says so?! Gather all the troops for me and concentrate them at our breakthrough point, I am going to completely flatten Ambros today."

The three generals, as well as those from the other small duchies, all looked sidelong.

Suddenly, the Compulsion Viscount spread open his palm and scattered the soybeans in his hand onto the ground, which started crying out in pain as soon as they touched the soil.

"Ouch, it hurts too much."

"Who told you to throw us directly onto the ground? We’re all going to be smashed to death!"

Under the generals’ very eyes, as soon as the beans touched the soil, they transformed into soybean men, each as tall as a real adult human male, their bodies all muscle, looking as strong as beasts. The muscles on their backs could even pinch out the pattern of a waxing crescent moon.

There were over two hundred of these soybean men in total.

They all knelt on one knee before the Compulsion Viscount and said, "Are you our master? If you are the one who planted the soybeans, then you are our common master."

"Whatever command you give us, we will fulfill your wish."

"We are the soybean men of the natural wilderness, and whoever sows us is our master. Whether your enemies are terrifying giants or great giant dragons, we will charge forward!"

Although the Compulsion Viscount was inwardly astonished at the scene, he suppressed his surprise and said to the beans, "Yes, I am the one who planted you, I am your master, now go and destroy that last city wall."

The soybean men immediately turned and charged towards the distant city wall like crazed warhorses.

The combat prowess of these soybean men was astounding; they each individually were able to suppress the knights.

Once they entered the battlefield, they created unprecedented pressure for the Ambros City Council’s army, which would have broken down outright were it not for the city councils forcibly conscripting civilians within the city.

The battlefield raged for an entire day and night, with casualties now being counted by the tens of thousands.

Facing Ambros which still held out against the siege, the Compulsion Viscount once again issued an order, promising that those who breached the city would be given ten days’ rights to plunder and despoil, both property and women.

In addition, those who made noteworthy contributions were promised nobility, and the first soldier over the city wall would be granted a Baron’s title.

The Compulsion Viscount had thought that this would stimulate the fighting spirit of his troops.

Who knew it would instead cause malicious competition among the junior officers of his army, hindering each other and inadvertently giving the defense force of the City Guild Faction a day of breathing room.

The fierce siege lasted a full three days, and at this point, the original group of over two hundred soybean men was now reduced to just over fifty.

But the inner city walls of Ambros had also been breached multiple times, only barely maintained in functionality by the engineering troops from the Republic of Belisarius, who were constantly repairing them.

However, on the morning of the fourth day, the eastern city wall finally collapsed, leaving a large breach.

The soldiers from the noble faction charged in frenziedly, seeking to take heads and earn noble titles, to rise above others and become the object of envy.

The Compulsion Viscount, watching the city wall successfully breached, had eyes brimming with excitement, and said to the supporting generals from other nations around him, "We have succeeded, the order of nobility is finally upheld."

"My fellow outlanders, once I take Ambros City and become the Grand Viscount, I will immediately distribute land and people to you. You can have as many beautiful women of Ambros as you desire."

The Compulsion Viscount callously treated the people of Ambros as gifts to present to the foreigners present.

Because Ambrosians were more prosperous than those in other regions and hence better nourished, the mention of noble lords immediately elicited laughter from the high-ranking nobles present.

Although the battle was raging, many nobles in the rear had brought a retinue of cooks to prepare delicacies for them, and even summoned young women from nearby villages and towns to join them.

At that moment, numerous nobles were embracing these beautiful Ambrosian girls while holding a meeting here.

General Potzstan’s face relaxed somewhat, and the goodwill he had almost lost for the Compulsion Viscount experienced a slight resurgence.

"The women of Ambros do indeed have a good taste. Sitting idly in the rear waiting for the great victory of our front-line soldiers is truly uninteresting. Better to bring over a few good-looking girls to entertain us, as well as some musicians to play for us. And perhaps call for a few jesters and jugglers too."

The nobles shared a hearty laugh together.

It was as if feeling, "I hadn’t expected that you, General, had this side to you."

The bloodbath occurred on the evening of the fourth day.

The decisive battle between the Ambros City Guild Faction and their foreign reinforcements took place, in a last stand. If they were defeated, they would only be able to temporarily retreat into the residential areas within Ambros City and then prepare to break out, abandoning the city.

Of course, before leaving, the city council would take everything they could carry and order the city’s residents to destroy all manufacturing tools capable of producing weapons, and for all inhabitants to flee the city.

The fate of the civilians, for the time being, was not even considered by the city council.

Although the Nobles’ army had barely gained the upper hand, a lack of supplies and a high death toll had pushed them to their limits.

If their siege failed again, their morale would not be sufficient to sustain a prolonged siege.

The Compulsion Viscount knew that the support from the other nations had a time limit, and if the fifth siege of Ambros failed again, he was likely to lose his opportunity.

Therefore, this final battle that would decide the situation was excessively brutal.

When the sun set, it was the army of the Noble Faction that emerged victorious because the forces of the City Guild Faction, under the heavy pressure of the Nobles, couldn’t hold out, and one of the units even surrendered.

This led to the complete rout of the City Guild Faction’s troops.

The soldiers of the Nobles went into a frenzied madness, rushing into the city, pillaging every civilian they saw, killing men, capturing women, trampling children.

Their humanity was nearly evaporated.

"We won! Next is ten days of slaughtering the city and exterminating the remaining troops of the city council."

"Now, every woman in this city is ours!"

"We’re going to be rich, this is the wealthiest city within Ambros Territory!"

But just as the greed-crazed soldiers entered Ambros City, the corpse of the Ancient God Toad in front of the Inner City Wall of Ambros swelled up, and giant dark Giants, each ten meters tall with black skin, began to crawl out from the carcass of the Ancient God Toad.

The pupils of these dark Giants were all black.

And the moment their skin touched the soil, it would turn all the dirt into black rock.

Negative natural forces spread out from their bodies.

The appearance of the Giants caught the attention of both armies and the civilians, and they quickly realized that the Giants were indiscriminately attacking all humans.

Compulsion Viscount’s face darkened as he watched his elite heavy infantry legion, being slaughtered by the endlessly emerging dark Giants from within the body of the Ancient God Toad, with a full thousand dying.

Ivita, at the edge of the battlefield, frowned at the scene. This was the Druids seizing the moment to stab humanity in the back.

Although he couldn’t bear to see so many civilians die for nothing, there was a problem at hand that made him hesitate to act.

He looked towards another corner of the battlefield.

In that corner lay another presence observing the battle, giving him a very dangerous feeling.

...

The Pinocchio puppet holding the wooden drum looked at the changes in the battle with a strange look in its eyes, "The experiment failed, I thought we had the correct formula before. What we wanted didn’t appear."

"It seems the Nobles are completely unreliable. They see civilians as a different kind of creature, so it’s easier for Nobles to relate to foreign Nobles."

"The Grand Nobles never really feel true allegiance to their country."

"In that case, let’s not bother here anymore, let’s leave."

"We must inform that person of the results. Let the Druids and that Ivita deal with the mess here."