Chapter 23: The Surprise Attack on Yorkshire

  This stunning blow that tore through the night sky was naturally dealt by Feena.

  The girl was standing quietly on a hill about one and a half kilometers away from Yorkshire, under the clear night sky. Her fiery red hair, like maple leaves, fluttered in the surging magical powers, as if flowing with water. The bright moonlight cast her side profile, making her look refreshing, strong, and full of enticing mysterious charm.

  Under her feet, dozens of intricate and complex ring-shaped magic arrays were tightly connected to each other, eventually forming a giant ring like a snake biting its own tail. It continuously drew magical power from the surrounding air and the land beneath her feet, creating a massive vortex that would finally burst forth in an unstoppable torrent when it reached its limit, shaped by the caster's own magical power and will.

  If magical energy gathering is an unstoppable bullet, then Fina is a sniper rifle with ultra-long range.

  The strongest gun that fires the strongest magic bullet.

  "The first shot was just a ranging and calibration, now, let's properly receive the baptism of death!" Fina's icy and majestic voice sounded, and in the next moment, a second azure-colored beam shot out from her hand!

  Watching a watchtower being directly hit by a magic bullet and collapsing, listening to the desperate wails of the soldiers on duty falling from high altitude, General Red Fox subconsciously clenched his fists.

  "What are the mages doing? And the gunners? Find out their position immediately, counterattack and kill those ambushing!" General Red Fox's face was extremely unsightly, his usually calm voice now carried a hint of anger.

  For an army of ten thousand, these few explosions are nothing. Even if a few troops were really lost, they can be dispatched from the territory of the Seth family immediately. The problem is that this attack broke through the defense line set up by General Akatsuki himself, and it was in front of the future heir of the family!

  "Lord Potter!" A captain of the thousand-man squad, clad in fine armor, rushed up to the tower and didn't even dare to make eye contact with the general. He immediately dropped to one knee, his eyes fixed on the ground as he reported, "We've confirmed the direction of fire, sir..."

  "Direction? I want a specific location! How can you take so long to pinpoint it?" General Scarlet Fox asked in a cold tone, her eyes sharp as if they could pierce through the knight. "Besides, even if you can't determine the exact position, you can still launch a large-scale saturation attack. Is this basic common sense something I need to teach? What does the military manual say? What is the commander-in-chief thinking?"

  "We... don't have enough range..." The commander of the thousand-man squad replied in a bitter and helpless tone.

  "What?" General Red Fox was stunned.

  The elemental mages of the Scarlet Crusade are renowned, with several high-ranking mages above level 35, and they also possess a secret art that can enhance each other's abilities, increasing spell power and range. This makes the Scarlet Crusade's magical attacks extremely outstanding, with the longest range reaching an unprecedented 900 meters, far surpassing longbows.

  It is precisely by virtue of this advantage that in most battles, the Scarlet Flame Legion can take the initiative to gain the upper hand.

  But now, he was actually being told that those small magicians who were obviously from the territory of Aslex had a range that exceeded their own?

  How is this possible?

  Who can actually achieve this?

  As if in response to Potter's inner doubts, another beam of light streaked across the sky like a meteor.

  This beam of light was incredibly agile, and it actually drilled into a building's window, blasting several magicians who were constructing a magic array inside into smithereens. The flying air waves and stone debris also overturned dozens of knights around.

  The red fox general on top of the pagoda tower saw clearly that the enemy's aim was getting higher and higher.

  "This magic bullet's power, and this manipulation method... it can't be... that Fiona Hamilton?" Fenrir suddenly blurted out.

  The General Red Fox's whole body shook, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He stood there, deep in thought, ignoring the continuous attacks on Yorkshire at his feet. After a long time, the general finally raised his head and ordered in a stern voice: "Pass down the order, mobilize the first, third, fourth, and sixth battalions of 1,000 men each to leave the city and surround the sneak attackers. We must capture them!"

  Fenrir standing beside and the kneeling commander of the thousand men exchanged a glance, unable to conceal the surprise in their eyes.

  Either don't make a move, or with one move, it's 4,000 people, and still the main force including the Gunner Corps and the Mage Corps! Is this the prestige of General Akako?

  It seemed as if the red fox general had sensed the shock of the two, and he smiled slightly before regaining his usual calm demeanor. He then explained: "Directly using the young lady from the Hamilton family as bait seems to be an attempt to lure us into dispersing our forces so that they can be defeated one by one. Although it's unclear whether this is true or false, since the Asrelex family only has a little over 3,000 troops in total, we can simply send out 4,000 men to crush them!"

  Victory through strength is the royal road to success in war.

  After Fenrir's reminder, General Red Fox had also remembered that if it was the genius Filina, the magic bullet could indeed travel over a kilometer. As a true nobleman, he of course understood the value that Filina herself possessed, absolutely surpassing any victory!

  So he made a decisive decision and did not intend to distinguish how many enemies were hidden in the dark, but directly chose to crush them.

  If the main force of the Asrecks family sets an ambush, then a decisive battle will be launched directly. If it's just harassment, the 4,000-strong army is enough to capture Fina alone. In this gamble, General Akatsuki has determined that he has already taken the position of the banker, and if anything goes wrong, it's because the Asrecks family was too arrogant.

  "In the face of my Scarlet Flame Legion, your adventure was doomed to fail from the very beginning." As another dazzling beam of light shot out from the darkness, piercing through the tower and shattering buildings, General Red Fox's expression was filled with the triumph of a conqueror.

  "Finally mobilizing the main force, huh." Looking out from the window, Midee saw the scene on the street.

  Light cavalry, heavy swordsmen, mages, and gunners, the main force of the Seth family was all out. The crimson banner with a blazing flame embroidered on it, which belonged to the Red Flame Legion, also rose three meters in an instant, standing upright in the center of a square formation composed of four thousand-man teams, and rushed out together.

  Just as Fiona inferred, even the renowned Red Fox would be powerless in the face of the temptation to "capture the Hamilton family's chief heir".

  But soon Mide will make him pay for this greed and arrogance.

  "We'd better get moving too," said Midy.

  Behind him were Siegmond, who had switched to a gunner, Lilian, who had become a close combat blue fist saint, and 70 fully armed warriors of the Aslex family. These warriors were all carefully selected veterans, extremely skilled in alley battles, with an average level of over 20.

  Perhaps by adventurer standards this is not a number worth being surprised at, however, placed among the armies of ordinary lords, it would absolutely be considered elite.

  This is the dagger that Midei now holds in his hand, and the next moment it will pierce through the enemy's weakest point.

  "Kill!" Without another word, Midei was the first to charge out.

  General Red Fox established four granaries in Yorkshire, located in the southeast, southwest, northwest and northeast regions, which were extremely scattered.

  Moreover, although he personally led the charge and took away four thousand of his main forces, the remaining garrison troops plus logistics still had as many as six thousand people, ten times the number of soldiers under Mity's command.

  As for Fiona's side, although relying on the extraordinary range of magic bullets can still delay for a while, the number of people is even less than Midee's side, with only about 50 knights serving as guards and scouts.

  The red fox general was indeed greedy, however, he was still a famous general of the Kingdom of Bellmard. Although being lured away, he absolutely did not leave any weaknesses behind.

  Midi's series of guides only exposed a very narrow gap in the layout of the red fox.

  To tear this fissure open into a bloody wound, it must be done quickly.

  And it has to be extremely fast, so fast that the opponent can't even gather their thoughts or react.

  "Enemy attack!" The guards at the first granary immediately shouted as soon as they saw Midei and his group, but this brief delay of just a few breaths was enough for Midei to reap their lives.

  In an instant, the black-haired youth who was sprinting at high speed suddenly accelerated again. His figure became blurry in an instant, as if merging with the cold wind of the night sky. Before the soldiers could even begin to defend themselves, he had already brushed past them, his non-reflective black longsword slicing through the air like flowing water, leaving behind a faint, narrow trail of dim light.

  Then, a high-flying blood mist spurted out from the necks of the four guards, like a red fountain.

  His hot blood had not yet splashed out, his body had not yet fallen to the ground, and Siegmund's attack was already pressing in.

  The newly-promoted gunner made a dash, and with several kicks on the wall, he flew into the air. The large-caliber cannon in his hand spewed out brilliant flames while continuously swinging, and three black powder cannonballs shot out in an inverted "pin" shape, accurately exploding on both sides of Middy, blocking the arriving reinforcements.

  At the same time, Lilian also quickly took down several heavily armed knights who charged out under a hail of gunfire.

  These heavily armored warriors have extremely high defensive power, and the explosion of gunpowder has little effect on them. The sharpness of swords and knives is also difficult to shake their tower shields. However, in front of this petite freckled girl, these defenses are useless.

  Lilian jumped up, heavily landing on the ground, and the shockwave caused these heavy knights to lose their balance. The next moment, her fists flew out in unison - straight punch, tiger strike, empty slash, phantom transformation... The fist power wrapped in holy light easily penetrated the metal armor, striking the soft flesh hidden behind it. Soon, the heavy knights fell one after another, spitting blood.

  And Mide, who was rushing forward at the forefront, hadn't stopped for even a second since the battle began.

  In the midst of scorching flames, intense thunder and raging hot winds, he was like a god of death harvesting lives, with his black hair flying about, his sharp sword shining brightly. Any enemy who dared to stand in his way, no matter how powerful they were, would be struck down by a single slash of his sword the moment they faced him.

  This is the power of Sword Spirit after transcending to a higher level.

  Midi hadn't even used his left arm, the ghostly god had already killed a wide bloody path, soon the huge iron gate of the granary appeared in front of him.

  Facing the thick iron gate that was several meters high, Mide's footsteps didn't slow down at all. A flash of silver light appeared in his black eyes, and then he charged forward, his long sword slicing out a semicircular arc of light!

  Breakthrough!

  This is a completely unarmed anti-impact with the power of a ghostly god that transcends steel, releasing a powerful destructive attack.

  The sword light fell, and all that was heard was a crisp sound of metal collision. The three door bolts in the center of the iron gate, as thick as an arm, were neatly split in two, with smooth breaks.

  "Burn!" Midy commanded briefly. He raised his hand, shook his sword, and the hot blood on the icy blade fell to the ground, looking as vibrant as a blooming rose.