I Became a Level -99 Vicious Lord

Chapter 220:

Under Helmut's command, the Kingdom of Lota forces mustered their last strength to withstand the Cherokee Kingdom's full assault.

Two hours.

The promise of reinforcements arriving in just two hours was their sole driving motivation.

If they could just hold on this one more time, they would be able to catch their breath.

Reinforcements would come and crush the enemy.

That belief was the only support that kept the soldiers of the Kingdom of Lota fighting.

But even that had its limits.

Especially when knights in white armor appeared from the Cherokee Kingdom's ranks, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Lota despaired.

The White Lion Knights.

Individually, they possessed exceptional swordsmanship.

Their collective combat prowess, mastered through tactical training as a unit, was as formidable as that of any other great power.

As the White Lion Knights climbed up the walls, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Lota began to collapse rapidly.

“Aargh!”

“Keukk!”

Miserable screams rang out from the mouths of the Lota Kingdom soldiers on the ramparts.

It was inevitable.

No matter how skilled and well-trained the soldiers were in mana manipulation and rigorous combat training, facing off against the White Lion Knights was nearly impossible.

Furthermore, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Lota were exhausted, unable to contend with such advanced combatants as the White Lion Knights.

‘Aaa-‘

Helmut sighed deeply as he witnessed the White Lion Knights climbing the walls and wreaking havoc, unleashing a massacre.

‘It's over.'

Helmut thought he could hold out no longer.

Once the ramparts were overrun, the Kingdom of Lota would be unable to defend this fortress.

Soon, following the White Lion Knights, soldiers from the Cherokee Kingdom would also climb up the walls, making it only a matter of time before the fortress was occupied.

In fact, Cherokee soldiers were scaling the walls like a swarm of ants.

“Fall b…"

Eventually, Helmut decided to abandon the fortress's defense and issue a retreat order.

But then.

*Thud!!*

A black shadow loomed high in the sky, and then something dark fell with a thud onto the ramparts.

-RROOOOOOOOAAAARRRR!!!

A black wyvern, easily over 15 meters long, let out a loud roar.

“B, Black Wyvern!”

“A Black Wyvern’!”

The White Lion Knights and the soldiers of the Cherokee Kingdom were stunned to see the sudden appearance of the Black Wyvern.

The Black Wyvern was an extremely rare creature among wyverns, a monster so rare that one might never see it in a lifetime.

“Khamak!”

“Gui! Gwiik!”

Qasim shouted as he rode atop the black wyvern.

“Crush them all!”

-RROOOOOOOAAARRR!!!

The Black Wyvern, now grown to 15 meters long, roared loudly and trampled a nearby White Lion Knight.

And that wasn't the end of it.

– FWOOOOSSHH!

Green flames spewed from the wide-open mouth of the Black Wyvern, incinerating the Cherokee Kingdom soldiers climbing the walls.

“S-Sir Qasim!”

Helmut shouted towards Qasim.

“Marquis Helmut, hold on a little longer! His Highness is coming!”

“Is that true!”

"Yes! He's on his way! Our forces will arrive soon! Stay strong!"

“I understand!”

Helmut was encouraged by Qasim's words.

It was clear that Qasim wasn't lying to boost morale.

Why?

He must have seen Otto leading the Kingdom of Lota's forces charging forward while riding on the Black Wyvern!

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Qasim's appearance turns the tide of the precarious battle 180 degrees.

-RRROOOOOOAAARR!!!

The Black Wyvern was a scourge in its own right.

Flying freely through the sky and spewing green flames, the Black Wyvern completely disrupted the Cherokee Kingdom's lines.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!”

“H…. Help meeeeeeee!"

The Cherokee Kingdom's soldiers were helpless against the flames spewed by the Black Wyvern, suffering immense casualties as they burned to death.

*Swosh!*

A bombardment of arrows flew out, but they failed to inflict any damage on the black wyvern.

The Black Wyvern's flight speed was so fast that it was nearly impossible to hit with arrows no matter how many were fired.

Even the wizards' magic had difficulty hitting the Black Wyvern.

Moreover, even if they managed to hit it, the Black Wyvern's natural defense was formidable.

The scales and skin of the Black Wyvern were tougher than most metals, protecting it so well that not even a scratch could be seen, no matter how small the attack.

The Cherokee army, which had been scaling the walls with great momentum was forced to fall back.

With the Black Wyvern relentlessly spewing flames around the walls, it became impossible for anyone to climb them.

At the same time.

“How dare you attempt to attack Lota's mainland.”

“Guik, Gwiiik!!"

Qasim dismounted from Khamak and glared angrily at the White Lion Knights.

Qasim was the greatest patriot of the Kingdom of Lota and the most loyal of Otto's loyalists.

As such, Qasim harbored immense hostility towards the Cherokee Kingdom, which had invaded the Kingdom of Lota.

Moreover, seeing the White Lion Knights killing the soldiers of the Kingdom of Lota right before his eyes naturally made his blood boil.

"Not a single one of you will leave here alive."

With that declaration, Qasim took out two swords.

*Hiiiiiissssssss!*

*Craackle*

Pure white flames and a piercing coldness emanated from the two swords.

“Aaah!”

Roberto, the Leader of the White Lion Knights, recognized Qasim's sword at first glance and let out a shriek of horror.

“W-White Fire Sword and Aquamarine Sword! Who are you?!”

The reason the White Lion Knights' leader was shocked was that the two swords Qasim had taken out were so famous.

These swords belonged to the Sword Saint, an unrivaled master who once dominated the continent.

The four swords he wielded were so famous that no knight was unaware of them.

With that said…….

“A-Are you the descendant of the Sword Saint?”

Qasim did not answer.

"For the crime of invading Lota's territory, you will pay with your life."

With that, Qasim charged toward the White Lion Knights.

*Craackle*

Scorching Flame.

*Hhiiiiissss!!*

And a frigid chill that can freeze one's breath.

In addition to that, the Sword Saint's swordsmanship.

Qasim's combat prowess was truly overwhelming.

“Uugh!”

“Aaaah!”

The White Lion Knights, despite their reputation as the elite of the Cherokee Kingdom, were massacred single-handedly by Qasim, making their title meaningless.

Trained in the swordsmanship of the Sword Saint and wielding each legendary sword with mastery, Qasim's strength was vastly different from before, a complete transformation.

That wasn't the only thing.

*Peeew!* *Pew!* Pew!*

The cube-shaped objects circling around Qasim fired lasers with such tremendous power that they penetrated the armor of the White Lion Knights in a single shot.

Qasim had grown into an unparalleled powerhouse, so formidable that it was impossible for anyone but the strongest of his kind to match him.

“R-Retreat!”

In the end, Roberto, the Leader of the White Lion Knights, abandoned the battle and issued the retreat order.

They couldn't handle the sheer might of Qasim's power.

But it was already too late to retreat.

“Not a single one of you will return alive.”

"Your only destination is hell."

Magic swordsmen from the Kuntachi House appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the White Lion Knights, unleashing a merciless offensive.

“……!”

Helmut looked toward the direction of the mainland as he saw the magic swordsmen appear.

The appearance of the magic swordsmen meant…….

“Finally!”

Helmut cheered as he spotted the Lota Kingdom troops in the distance, charging at a terrifying speed.

Finally, the reinforcements they had been waiting for had arrived.

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“All troops, charge.”

Otto commanded.

"Waaaaaaaaah!!!"

The forces of the Kingdom of Lota began to furiously pursue the retreating Cherokee army.

Thus, the tide of the battle flipped by a full 180 degrees.

The Lota Kingdom troops, who had been gritting their teeth and holding on to survive, were now chasing after the Cherokee Kingdom troops.

“Retreat! Fall back!”

"Retreat quickly! We must move as fast as possible!"

Trapped, the Cherokee abandoned all of their equipment and supplies and started to run for their lives.

But….

"Annihilate the enemies!"

"Do not let a single one escape alive!"

Another group of Lota troops materialized and blocked the retreating Cherokee army's path.

These were troops who had originally belonged to the Kingdoms of Baltin and Slaine, but now wore the colors of the Lota Kingdom.

In other words, they were not originally part of the Lota Kingdom's forces.

However, that didn't mean their combat prowess was weak at all.

Furthermore, the Lota Kingdom Army had many graduates from the old Slaine Kingdom Knight Academy.

They were highly skilled knights and officers, possessing not only formidable combat abilities but also exceptional command skills.

In other words, it was a proper army as opposed to a motley crew.

“Ah!”

Helmut slapped his forehead in amazement at the sight.

‘So this was all a calculated ploy by His Majesty!'

Helmut finally realized.

‘No wonder no reinforcements came. We were the bait to draw the enemy deeper into our midst.'

Giving Helmut a small army and leaving him to defend the fort was part of Otto's grand plan to draw the forces of the Cherokee Kingdom.

He deliberately provoked the Cherokee Kingdom's army, making them anxious and leading them to undertake a reckless military operation.

He made them fixate on the Border Fort.

The next step?

He planned to mobilize all available forces to sweep away the Cherokee Kingdom's army.

Which is exactly what happened.

Surrounded from both front and rear, the Cherokee Kingdom's army was unable to retreat and was being unilaterally massacred.

Despite committing a large force and even the elite White Lion Knights to this battle, they ultimately failed to capture the border fortress and instead suffered a devastating defeat.

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The battle was quickly concluded.

With their retreat cut off, the soldiers of the Cherokee Kingdom's army were either surrendering, dying, or scattering in a complete panic.

In the process, Lota's forces were able to capture as many as ten thousand Cherokee soldiers as prisoners.

“Your Majesty, congratulations on your victory.”

Camille knelt down on one knee and bowed to Otto on behalf of all the Lota Kingdom troops.

“Long live the Kingdom of Lota!”

“Long live the king!”

“Hail, His Majesty the King!”

“Hurrah!”

Triumphant shouts echoed through the borderland.

"Everyone, you've all worked hard! I salute your sacrifices and efforts!"

Otto sincerely praised the soldiers of the Lota Kingdom's army.

"For the time being, there will be no more battles! The Cherokee Kingdom's army won't invade for a while! Therefore, I, King Otto de Scuderia of Lota, guarantee absolute rest for our troops! Furthermore, I promise rewards!"

Otto planned to reward the soldiers who participated in this war with a substantial amount of money.

What the soldiers needed right now was compensation.

It was only natural to provide fitting rewards and treatment to those who risked their lives fighting to defend the country.

Otherwise, who would sacrifice themselves, risk their lives, and fight for their Kingdom?

‘Kalmar, you fucker.'

The battle was over, but Otto gritted his teeth as he looked off into the distance.

‘Wait a little longer. I'll take care of you.'

Otto had no intention of forgiving Kalmar, who had invaded the Kingdom of Lota, nor the Cherokee Kingdom.

The war was far from over.

It was just a lull in the fighting, and the war between the Lota and Cherokee Kingdoms had only just begun.