Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 440 Reunion

One hundred kilometers east of the Perum Fortress is the Golden Marching Camp.

Radagan sat on the throne, with hundreds of heroes standing on the left and right in the big tent. Except for Duke Raphael Baldwin who stayed in the capital, most of the New Party's top leaders, including Duke Matthews Kelly and Duke Robert Stevenson, had gathered here.

Outside the big tent, 300,000 troops stretched from under the king's flag to the end of the plateau, surrounding the land of Yatan like an airtight iron barrel.

It is no exaggeration to say that when the war machine of the Golden Dynasty was fully activated, Radagan and his army were the most powerful force in the world of this era.

The grace of the Golden Tree is particularly generous to the Golden People. The blessing bestowed by King Elden himself allows the soldiers to fight tirelessly all night long, and injuries below minor ones can heal quickly. The sophisticated weapons produced by Rodel give them stronger individual combat power than other dynasty armies. At the high-end combat power level, the heroes of the Golden Tree are the largest, most diverse, and most skillfully coordinated group of strong men in the world.

If the so-called 600,000 troops of the Giant King's Court were placed on the battlefield of the Astar and a head-on battle broke out, they would probably be wiped out by the golden army in less than two rounds. Even if Calelius himself faced Radagn who was in the Astar and had the direct blessing of the magic ring, he would not have any chance of winning.

This is the confidence that enabled the Golden Dynasty to dominate the market for half a century amidst the coexistence of three major dynasties.

"Report the latest intelligence." Radagan supported his perfectly contoured chin with one hand and said in a flat tone.

"Yes." Marquis Woodroffe, who was in charge of the military command of the West Asia Altar, stepped out and said, "As of 6: today, our army has completed the encirclement of the heretics of the Ancient Dragon Temple from the east, south, and north. With the support of Earl Marey of Sunshade City, the enemy's connection with Karen in the north has been cut off. At present, the enemy's activity range has been compressed to a narrow strip of land less than kilometers wide between the Perum Fortress and our army. As long as Earl Makar completes the encirclement from the west, Furshanks and his subordinates will be trapped and can be destroyed in a snap."

"What about monitoring Folshanks and Ingwill? If they get away, all our actions will be meaningless."

"Your Majesty..." This time the person who answered was Viscount Bloom, one of the six first-level leaders and the representative of the garrison sent by the secret envoy. "According to intelligence from multiple sources, as of this morning, Folsanks and Ingwill have always maintained synchronous operations with the main force. At present, we believe that the intention of these two people is to live and die with those heretics and criminals."

At the end of his speech, Viscount Bloom could not help laughing, and more than half of the heroes in the tent also laughed heartily upon hearing his words.

"That's good." Radagan's expression remained solemn. He closed his eyes and exhaled softly. Seeing their lord's attitude, everyone dared not act rashly and quickly stopped smiling.

"Don't lose your fear of the enemy because of a temporary advantage," Radagon opened his eyes and looked around at his heroes, "We are facing the strongest opponents in the Unification War. Any one of them can easily kill most of you here."

"So, stay in awe. I hope to welcome the arrival of a new era with each of you after this war."

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of people responded with a roar, and the strength of his spirit seemed to make even the dust in the air tremble.

"Send troops." Radagan said lightly.

The solemn sound of the horn sounded, and the military flags all over the mountains and plains were like the spread wings of the ancient dragon army that flew over Asia in the past, covering the sky and the sun under the strong wind.

On a battle front spanning hundreds of kilometers, hundreds of thousands of troops advanced forward in unison, coordinated by flags, drums, and messengers. The heavens, earth, and mountains and rivers trembled under their footsteps.

If they were just chasing after the Ancient Dragon Temple, there would not be a need to mobilize such a large force. In Radagon's plan, killing Forsanx and Ingwill was only the first step. The key was how to deal with the furious counterattack of the Ancient Dragon Dynasty.

Even though the ancient country, whose history was countless times older than that of the Golden Dynasty, had lost its former glory, when they decided to pour out their anger on the world, the consequences were not something anyone could easily bear. On the other hand, Kalia's attitude was also worth pondering. The capital incident had already happened half a month ago. This period of time was not long, but it was definitely enough time for the Western Territory to react.

If they wanted to send an envoy with a letter to express their attitude, whether it was support or opposition, they should have informed the Eternal Palace long ago. There has been silence until today, making it difficult to guess their intentions, especially after recalling the past events not long ago, a vague haze rose in Radagan's heart.

With the abundant physical strength and almost unlimited logistical support of the golden soldiers, the army arrived at the planned battlefield near dusk. What came into view was an open plateau about 20 kilometers wide. Standing on the 100-meter-high general platform, looking north along the barren land in early spring, Radagan and senior generals could already see the rising Perum Mountains not far away.

A small moving black dot appeared at the end of the field of vision. The New Party leaders raised their telescopes to peer into the battlefield. The scene of the Ancient Dragon Knights and priests arranging the Ahara people to escape into the woods suddenly came into their sight. They could even clearly see the figures of Forsanx and Ingwill.

The former stood on a high earth slope, pointing something to the young people below, looking quite relaxed, while the latter half lay behind a boulder in the leeward direction, with his halberd across his knees and his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
"This bunch of damned heretics!" Duke Kelly couldn't help but scold, his carefully trimmed beard trembling. "Your death is imminent, and you still dare not take us seriously. Do you think this is the time for Lance to bully the capital by relying on the favor of Her Majesty Marica?"

"Perhaps Forle is still thinking that His Highness Godwin will come to protect him?" Duke Stevenson looked a little grim, and his smile was also full of chill. "If he is lucky enough, we will send his remains back to the capital and place them alongside Gransanks. Then he will have a chance to meet His Highness again."

At the top of the platform, Radagan could clearly capture every movement in the distance without the help of any tools. Seeing this scene, instead of feeling relieved that the mission was about to be accomplished, the uneasiness in his heart became more intense.

If they were facing For and Ingwill in the war of unification, they might still do this. At that time, both of them were fierce generals who only cared about charging into battle, and would not even care about life and death at any time. It was not surprising that they would do such a thing when faced with desperate situations.

But after Lucia showed up, many people and many things have changed beyond recognition, such as For - although the dragon is still powerful, it has become far more cunning and disgusting than before. If they were just determined to die calmly, why would they flee all the way here?
It was dusk at this time, and golden twilight was shining from the western sky, but Radagan felt a slight chill and shook his shoulders unconsciously.

"Hiss, why is this wind so cold? It makes us feel chilly." A soldier in the army couldn't help but mutter.

"Yeah, it feels like it wasn't this cold last month!"

"Weird things"

"Your Majesty..." Duke Kelliel put on the fox fur coat handed by his attendant, frowned and stepped forward, saying, "The boys are ready. Should we order the vanguard to attack? Clean up these as soon as possible..."

"Quiet!"

Radagan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and stood up from the throne. His pupils stared at the western sky, and he couldn't stop shaking violently!

The noise among the troops quickly faded away, and the intuition of intelligent creatures made hundreds of thousands of soldiers look towards the west at the same time.

At the end of twilight, the sun, which was originally half hanging on the horizon, sank at a speed that defied common sense. Instead, a grand full moon slowly rose from behind the mountains. The cold moonlight surged like flowing river water, and the faint sound of waves hitting the lakeshore could be heard.

Under the moonlight, there is a solitary silhouette that is more beautiful than the full moon.

(End of this chapter)