The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Sigurd sat in front of the glass jar, his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the constantly flashing light.

He used the glass jar to continuously transmit the enemy's real-time location to Feld at the front.

On the battlefield, the Ice Blade Iron Cavalry surged like a silver torrent, galloping through the enemy ranks.

Even when facing an enemy several times their size, they can still find the weakest point in the defense and tear it apart.

The enemy had tried to set traps, but the Iceblade Cavalry led by Feld seemed to have divine insight, always managing to escape before the enemy could complete the encirclement.

The difference between the ordinary Imperial Army and elite forces like the Iceblade Cavalry was obvious.

As long as they are not knocked off their horses, whether it is an arrow shot from a bow or a weapon slashing at them, when it hits the thick armor of the Ice Blade Iron Cavalry, it can only make a crisp clanging sound.

However, each charge by the Ice Blade Iron Cavalry always leaves behind a considerable number of corpses.

"A barrage of fireballs!"

When the Iceblade Iron Cavalry launched another charge, the Imperial Army's mage units finally put together a respectable magical counterattack.

Countless blazing fireballs rose from the enemy ranks, raining down on the Ice Blade Iron Cavalry like a storm.

Feld snorted and spurred his horse to the front of the army.

He held his spear high, his entire being seemingly transforming into an unshakeable barrier.

Under Feld's leadership, the aura emanating from the entire Iceblade Cavalry solidified into a tangible force.

The overwhelming rain of fire was torn apart by this oppressive force before it even touched the Ice Blade Iron Cavalry.

"Sending only this kind of mediocre people to cause trouble for Snowdrift Valley is underestimating us too much," Feld thought to himself.

Although the opposing force was an Imperial Army, its organization was extremely mixed, clearly a hastily assembled team, and it was even impossible to determine who was actually in command.

If the enemy is only of this caliber, even if they are ten times stronger than the Iceblade Cavalry, Feld is confident that he can win.

However, he did not let his guard down; instead, he became even more vigilant about the opponent's next move.

Just then, Sigurd's voice suddenly came through a communication spell: "Father, Princess Edel is heading your way, in the direction of—"

Feld's expression changed slightly, and he then made a gesture to a messenger beside him.

The messenger immediately understood and, under the cover of several guards, blew the bugle.

The melodious sound of bugles pierced the battlefield, signaling that the fighting should not be prolonged and that the enemy should be eliminated immediately.

Upon hearing the order, the Ice Blade Iron Cavalry, which had been charging into battle, quickly adjusted their formation, splitting into several small teams to cover each other and disengage from the battlefield.

The entire process was efficient and without any unnecessary delays.

The remaining Imperial soldiers watched as these killing gods retreated, and not one of them dared to mention pursuing them.

"Aren't we just sending them to their deaths by making them fight against such elite forces?!"

A centurion knight, in a fit of anger, threw his weapon to the ground.

Even if he didn't say it, the morale of the entire unit had already plummeted.

"Then you might as well die." A cold voice suddenly rang out.

Before he could finish speaking, the centurion, who had just spoken the minds of the crowd, was instantly decapitated.

"Who else dares to disobey orders?"

The man, dressed in thin clothing, walked slowly into the crowd, standing out from the many fully armed soldiers, yet conspicuously so.

No one saw how he appeared.

The soldiers didn't know his name, only that he was a military supervisor.

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Chapter 593 The Four Apostles

"The Rafner family's iron cavalry has been defeated; do not give them a chance to regroup!"

The military supervisor's cold voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Under his ruthless methods, the already demoralized Imperial soldiers had no choice but to grit their teeth, regroup, and give chase.

The chilling supervisor did not travel with the main force.

"Bradle, you don't actually expect these guys to defeat the Ice Knights, do you?"

A mocking voice came from the shadows.

“Of course not,” Bradel knew the strength of this force, “but at least it can wear down the Iceblade Knights. After all, Feld killed Kelda, so we can’t afford to be caught off guard.”

“He’s just a human gunslinger,” Hodley scoffed, his eyes full of disdain. “He was able to kill Kelda only because of Admira. This time, no one can help him.”

“At least you’re no match for him,” Bradel said bluntly.

“I don’t believe it!” Hodley couldn’t stand the contempt. “I could kill a guy like that with just a little effort.”

"Lord Lucien sent us here with the primary objective of capturing the escaped princess. No complications are permitted until we locate Edel," Bradel reiterated, his tone carrying a hint of warning.

“Bradle…” Hodley narrowed his eyes, his smile turning dangerous. “Have you forgotten that you are a demon? You actually regard a human as your master?”

"Just you wait and see, I'm determined to annihilate the Iceblade Knights!"

Hodley vanished instantly, clearly intending to personally deal with Feld and his knights.

“...Since they can’t be used by the adults, keeping them around is just a nuisance.” Bradel sighed.

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"Father, a demon of the Apostle level is heading in your direction."

Sigurd's voice came through the glass jar again.

"Stop!"

Feld raised his spear high, his voice booming like thunder.

The Iceblade Knights behind them immediately obeyed the order, uniformly reining in their horses and halting their charge with neighing.

Now that he knew that an apostle-level demon was eyeing him, he certainly couldn't let that danger be directed at Edel.

"Infiltrating the Imperial Army?" Feld wondered to himself as he looked at the billowing dust behind him.

"The rear guard, move forward and form ranks to meet the enemy!" he ordered again.

The Iceblade Knights quickly turned their horses around, creating a passage in the process.

This allows Feld to return to the front of the team in the shortest distance without disrupting the formation.

But just as Feld was halfway there on his horse, his keen intuition, as a Gun Saint, suddenly made him feel a strange sense of crisis.

Almost at the same instant, Sigurd's voice rang out: "It's here!"

Before the warning was over, Feld had already jumped off his horse.

The next moment, a dark shadow suddenly sprang out from the ground and pierced through his mount like a sharp blade.

Warhorses clad in cold iron armor, impervious to swords and spears, were easily torn apart as if made of paper in the face of this power.

Feld did not panic.

He jerked his spear and thrust it fiercely at his feet, clashing with the dark figure in a single blow.

Hodley's momentum was halted by the blow, but Feld used the reaction force to elevate his body once more.

He stomped hard on the butt of the spear, and the immense force traveled through the spear to the tip, which, as if weighed a thousand pounds, slammed into Hodley's chest, forcefully slamming it back to the ground.

Then, the spear sprang back into Feld's hand like a serpent.

He landed steadily, and made a gesture with a cold gaze.

The Iceblade Knights immediately understood and charged towards the Imperial Army behind them, handing the area over to their commander.

Feld gripped his spear tightly, staring at Hodley, who had stood up again: "Who is behind this?"

The enemy before him withstood his full-force attack with his bare body; he certainly didn't seem like an ordinary human.

"Ordered? I come and go as I please, I kill as I please!"

The thought of Bradel kneeling before humanity only fueled Hodley's rage.

Its claws instantly lengthened, transforming into sharp weapons, and charged straight at Feld with fierce killing intent.

After just a few rounds, Feld had completely figured out Hodley's strength.

The spear moved like a dragon, leaving a bloody mark on Hodley's face. Then, it suddenly exerted force, shattering Hodley's half-baked stance and sending him staggering backward.

How could a demon possibly master the essence of human technology?

“You are no match for me,” Feld said coldly, his tone devoid of any pity.

“I’ll kill you!” Hodley roared.

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"Your Highness, a demon apostle has appeared ahead, and my father is fighting it. Please stop immediately!" Sigurd urged anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Adele not only did not slow down, but instead urged her mount to increase its speed.

Sigurd had no choice but to quickly place his hopes on Vena, who was chasing after them. "That demon apostle is definitely after His Highness. You'd better stop her!"

"I'm already going full speed ahead."

Wiener, upon receiving the news, was also helpless.

His mount was inferior to Edel's to begin with, and since they were riding together, it was to be expected that the distance between them would widen.

"Besides, he's just a demon apostle, why make such a fuss?"

With his increasing strength and broadened horizons, Vena hadn't taken one or two demon apostles seriously for a long time.

“Not one,” Escudo’s voice suddenly echoed in Vina’s mind, “it was four demon apostles.”

"...Why didn't you say anything after you found out?!" Vena was stunned.

“They pose no threat to you,” Escudo replied matter-of-factly.

In her view, only enemies at the level of demons could pose a real danger to Venus; mere demon apostles were not worth worrying about at all.

If Wiener hadn't mentioned it, she wouldn't have bothered to bring it up at all.

“The problem is that the others can’t hold on!” Wiener couldn’t help but raise his voice. “I’ll settle accounts with you later.”

If it were just a demon apostle, Feld could still handle it with his own strength.

But there are four problems. If they all attack at once, not to mention Feld, even with the addition of the Ice Blade Cavalry, they will not escape annihilation.

Just then, a deafening roar came from afar, followed by a huge black shadow rising from the ground, rapidly growing taller like a giant—clearly, a demon apostle had revealed his true form.

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Vena hurriedly looked at Tilissa: "Help me."

"it is good"

Tilisa grasped Vena and without hesitation transformed into the Nyenchenna, falling into his hands.

Then a pair of blazing wings suddenly appeared behind Vina, lifting him into the air.

With these wings, he was more than ten times faster than a warhorse.

Amidst the howling wind, Venere rushed towards the battlefield like an arrow released from a bow.

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"What...what is that?!"

When Hodley revealed his true form, the entire battlefield instantly descended into chaos.

The enormous demonic body stood as tall as a mountain, its scarlet eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

Even the seasoned Iceblade Knights, who were fearless in the face of death, felt fear in the face of this scene.

This is the instinctive fear that living beings feel when encountering predators; it is uncontrollable and impossible to escape.

"Dismount and form ranks!"

The moment they realized their warhorses were out of control, the Laughna knights swiftly dismounted, drew their longswords, and engaged the enemy.