This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 354 - 303: Blast First, Talk Later (Subscribe Please)

Chapter 354: Chapter 303: Blast First, Talk Later (Subscribe Please)

Bombardment, endless bombardment, insane bombardment, relentless bombardment!

While Lette was taming the unicorns, six border cities of the First Empire were undergoing a saturation bombardment.

It lasted for an entire morning.

No warnings, no preparations, no intention of stopping!

Bombs rained down; the barrage started immediately.

Their firepower was strong, range was long, endurance was notable!

The six border cities were essentially bathed in fire, almost peeling off their skins.

As the current commander of the border, General Michael hid inside the city’s safe fortress, his eyes bloodshot.

His previous plan to rescue his son Bander was directly shattered!

Their family’s vital foundation, a contingent of elite private soldiers, was completely wiped out, and the two high-priced mages accompanying them were killed without even a fart left behind.

At this point, Michael had planned to lower his stature, to condescend and negotiate with the Elf Empire, trying to see if they could exchange for his son using more peaceful means and end this dispute.

But just this morning, when he was still writing the letter, the bombardment began outside.

Huge corn, iced watermelons, cherry as big as heads, red peppers as thick as arms, along with various kinds of cabbages and gigantic peas, fell like a pouring rain.

These crude edibles, which he wouldn’t even eat normally, were each more powerful than alchemy bombs, directly leaving the reinforcements troops who just arrived in the border city in disarray.

As the commander, he also tried to organize a suicide squad to charge up the walls, intending to use the Magic Crystal Cannon there to fight back.

After all, compared to the enemy’s ground-based attack, the Magic Crystal Cannon fired from a height had the advantage in range.

But when the suicide squad was ready to fire, they were shocked to discover that the enemy’s artillery positions were beyond the range of the Magic Crystal Cannon.

They fired a few shots, finding that they couldn’t even scratch their enemies.

Instead, it provoked a retaliatory covering fire that directly leveled the city walls of the border city.

Though resentful, General Michael was forced to hide in the bunker safe room, waiting until now.

Bam!

General Michael finally couldn’t hold it anymore, angrily pounding the table with his fist.

"What the hell do they want, what do they want? This way, it completely lacks any logic! There’s no logic!"

The other officers, hearing General Michael’s roar, were clueless about how to respond, feeling overwhelmed as well.

Nobody had ever seen such a way of playing.

If you had any demands, everyone could sit down and talk.

If negotiations failed or broke down, you could bombard a wave, assert your might, and then sit down to talk again.

Or you could bombard first, then state your demands, and see if it works out through negotiation.

But like this, saying nothing, not intending to talk, just consistently bombing!

Bombing an entire morning! And there’s no sign of stopping!

It’s simply enough to drive people insane!

If you want something, just say it!

It’s as if interrogating a prisoner, starting with ten slaps, then shouting at them to confess...

At least ask first!

By now, the bombardment has flattened nearly all city buildings. Although there have been casualties, those who could escape have already done so, and there won’t be any more.

Continuing the bombardment essentially yields no gains.

This has evolved from an ordinary confrontation to a form of psychological torture.

Though the battle damage has stopped increasing, the psychological shadow cast on the enemy has been growing infinitely.

General Michael clutched the battle map, squeezing out a line through his teeth.

"Anyone wanting to go to war with the Elf Clan is insane! These, these long-eared lunatics!"

The six border cities of the First Empire continued to undergo the baptism of fire, and even those in the Elf Empire’s war room were getting fed up.

At the beginning of the bombardment, they were extremely excited.

That feeling of venting pent-up frustration, was exhilarating.

But as time went on, the elves began to feel anxious. Wouldn’t their firepower run out at this rate?

Then gradually, the elves became numb. After all, constant bombing was too dull.

In the end, they even turned the sound off on their displays.

There was no choice; listening continuously, some elves developed mild tinnitus, and some even started experiencing auditory hallucinations.

To be honest, after bombing for so long, even the elves themselves were beginning to feel edgy.

Just then, a messenger ran in, panting heavily.

"Your Majesty! Her Majesty the Queen! Mr. Lette is back! He, he, he..."

"If he’s back, then he’s back."

Her Majesty the Queen pressed her temples: "Stop shouting, my ears hurt, and my head is throbbing. Speak softly, understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

The messenger tried to calm his emotions: "Um, Your Majesty. Mr. Lette has returned, and he’s brought unicorns."

The Elf Queen nodded: "Alright, I understand. Didn’t he set off early to find unicorns? Given Mr. Lette’s abilities and status, capturing one or two unicorns shouldn’t be surprising."

"It’s not one or two..."

"Did he manage three? Impossible! That Miss Lilith is a Demon. Even in death, unicorns wouldn’t allow a Demon to ride them.

Moreover, Demons despise riding unicorns."

The messenger frantically waved his hands: "No, not just a few... Mr. Lette has captured an entire tribe of unicorns and brought them back!"

"What!!!"

The Queen screamed in shock, her voice raised several octaves, causing the other elves to have a headache and even her head was pounding.

But she restrained the excruciating pain, holding her forehead with one hand, and supporting the wall with the other.

"Are you kidding, an entire tribe of unicorns, all tamed?"

"Mr. Lette captured the King of Unicorns and tamed the entire unicorn tribe, integrating them into the battle sequence.

Now, he has brought these unicorns into the city and is holding a pre-battle motivational assembly!"

The Elf Queen couldn’t care less about decorum anymore. She lifted her long skirt and nearly ran out of the war conference room.

And she saw, Lette standing high on a platform, waving his fist and loudly addressing the unicorn tribe.

"If your nation is at war, on the brink of collapse, and you are dressed unblemished, that is the dirtiest attire!

If your nation is prosperous, rising vigourously, and you are covered in mud and rags, that is the purest attire!

Do you seek true purity? Do you want to obtain the highest glory?

The path lies beneath your feet!

Now, I declare, the Unicorn Cavalry is formed!"

And in response came the neighing of horses!