Building a Kingdom and Conquering the World-Chapter 33: The gates were breached

The impact of the technique caused the snow to rise, creating a blinding cloud of snow that obscured the view of the defenders, who were not able to spot their enemies. However, they could feel the earth beneath their feet trembling and fear growing inside their hearts.

"The gate was breached!"

"They are on the walls!"

Panicked cries echoed throughout the city as Henry's cavalry succeeded in breaking through the gate and the infantry was already on the walls, rapidly climbing the ladders and ending the archers. The sight of their defenses crumbling before their eyes only added to their feelings of hopelessness and despair, issuing and installing the chaos.

*Swish*

The sight of the Snowfire Horses emerging from the fog struck terror into the hearts of even the most seasoned Icemit's soldiers. Some of them were so overwhelmed by despair that they dropped their weapons and attempted to flee, forgetting about their experience and training, not minding loyalty. They wanted to save their lives.

The cavalry was relentless in their pursuit.

The sounds of battle filled the air as Henry's cavalry rode through the streets, fiercely hunting down any resistance they encountered. The height of their horses gave them an advantage as they overpowered their opponents, and the once pristine snow was soon stained red with blood.

Meanwhile, the archers on top of the wall were caught off guard by the invading infantry and cavalry, unable to protect their positions and shoot down the infantry climbing the ladders and passing through the breached gates, swarming the city. The situation was dire and chaotic, not leaving them enough time to take out their daggers and counterattack.

The city was rapidly falling in Henry's hand.

The captain of the opposing forces, the one who betrayed the King, was looking powerlessly at the scenery in front of him. He had not anticipated that Luther would expend so much energy to take down the gates, as the older man was known for his caution and wouldn't intentionally put himself in harm's way.

He was preparing himself for a siege that would extend for days or even months, while awaiting reinforcements from the other traitors, who were occupying other regions of the kingdom, like Mirante.

Sieges were the most common warfare tactic for taking down a city or a fortress. But that was when there was no one with sufficient power to destroy the walls in a single strike…and Luther had that kind of power. The enemies didn't want a prolonged fight.

"He must be weakened." – The captain thought as he observed the scene, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

He knew that Luther hadn't reached the Transcendent Realm, which would have made the destruction of the walls an effortless mission. So, the gate being torn down implied that the powerful General must have been temporarily weakened after using that much energy in the attack.

The enemy captain he tried to look past the thinning fog of snow to confirm his idea. There, he spotted the old general, standing still and supporting himself with a hand on his sword that was planted firmly into the ground, piercing through the snow. The general's breathing was haggard and the aura of mana that once surrounded him was almost dissipated, leaving him vulnerable. However, a young man was guarding Luther, while the old man recovered.

The young man was a commanding presence, with his long, unkempt black hair and piercing grey eyes. Standing at a tall six feet, his well-toned physique was evident even through his black fur clothing with its red details, including a red cape that flowed down his back.

"Henry Von Stahl" – The captain gritted his teeth in frustration as he looked at the young man, realizing that their plan hadn't worked.

However, a sly grin replaced the angry face. The situation couldn't be more perfect. If the King were here, he wouldn't have to attack Luther directly. He still held fear for the old man. It was better to aim at the stupid king. ｂｅｄ𝚗ｏ𝚟𝚎𝚕.𝚌𝚘ｍ

Without second thoughts, the captain rapidly took the spear behind his back and dashed forwards. He didn't care for the invading soldiers in front of him and didn't make any efforts to save those on his side from Stahl's blade. He cruelly killed those who got on his way as he concentrated on the king's figure, a crazy but delighted smile hang on his lips.

When he was about fifty meters (165 feet) away from Henry and Luther, the captain took a throwing pose and powerfully launched the spear in his hand towards both figures. It was the strength of a Fifth Stage Warrior, making the spear travel like a comet.

"Watch out!" - Luther's voice echoed behind Henry as he spotted a crescent point glinting on the horizon, hurtling straight towards them.

It was an overwhelming surprise attack. Henry had no time to dodge. However, when the spear was about to hit him…