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“If that’s the case, then you will lead the vanguard, Earl Joyce!” Rickman patted his shoulder, encouragingly saying.

“Lord Rickman, this… this might not be good. Subduing these mine slaves concerns the heir’s candidacy. The major credit should be given to someone else…” Joyce hesitated and said. His forces only consisted of a few hundred men borrowed from others; if they were pushed too far forward and surrounded by the enemy, these men would not risk their lives to shield him. @@novelbin@@

“If you’re too cowardly, then step aside, Joyce. No wonder you were driven out of your own domain by these despicable mine slaves!” A young Earl mocked him.

“Johnson, you…” Joyce was both angry and furious but before he could finish, that Earl turned to Duke Rickman, volunteering to fight, willing to personally lead the cavalry battalion to crush these rebels!

“Good! I’ll give you two thousand cavalry, disperse them at the fastest speed!” Rickman said solemnly. “If you fail, I assume you know the consequences!”

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Confidently, Johnson thumped his chest, promising that cavalry had extreme suppression power over infantry, especially since his opponents were just a bunch of peasants with hoes and mining picks. A single cluster charge, and what followed would be a slaughter!

The rest of the nobles watched Johnson with faces full of envy and jealousy. Previously, they didn’t want to risk too many of their trusted aides, so they didn’t compete for the lead responsibility, but they didn’t expect Duke Rickman to be so generous as to let Johnson command the entire cavalry battalion.

It was obvious, after this battle, the one who gained the major credit, Johnson, would surely gain the new king’s praise and reward!

“Bishop Nord, it’s up to you now!” Rickman turned his head toward the Priests clad in white robes, speaking very politely.

“Begin the Divine Arts, everyone!” Nord nodded, and along with a group of Priests and Bishops, placed their hands on their chests, making a strange prayer gesture, chanting in a tune floating like a song.

“Great Lord of the Stars, Moon Goddess, creator of all things in the world, we here pray for your mercy to bestow upon your humble servants endless courage and strength…”

Loud hymns then resounded across the wilderness, dazzling white light shining on each person present, filling every noble and soldier with vitality. The fatigue from their long marches vanished in an instant…

This was a fourth-level Divine Art— “Divine Gift – Hymn of Courage”!

Compared to the first-level Divine Art “Fear Removal”, its range had increased a thousand-fold, needing seven Bishops as conduits and dozens of Priests collaboratively casting to barely manage.

In just two or three minutes, it covered tens of thousands of people in the Lord’s divine light!

“Go forth, warriors of the Lord, crush those blasphemers with the bravest of battles, as the Lord watches over you from the magnificent borders of the Divine Kingdom!” Nord’s resounding voice echoed on the battlefield.

“For the great Moon Goddess!” “God is with us!”

15,000 soldiers, each one shouting praises to the Lord as if invigorated with a surge of adrenaline!

Johnson led the charge, at the forefront with two thousand cavalry charging towards the crowd of mine slaves.

Rickman, the Duke, also led the remaining legions in a swift advance, forming a semi-encirclement, determined to annihilate all the blasphemers right here!

The trembling of the earth under the horses’ hooves struck like chilling war drums, hammering at the hearts of Ham and others. Gazing at the elite cavalry bathed in a surge of white light, Ham couldn’t help but swallow his saliva. Had it not been for the scene of divine soldiers descending earlier, which gave them a bit of confidence, he would never have had the courage to stand here!

Behind them, in the valley, ferocious cannons were neatly arranged. Due to the limited carrying capacity of the airship, only fifty cannons were brought over this time.

And those responsible for operating these cannons were none other than the apprentices from Yiyeta Academy!

Ailoke, Pearce, Johnny, and others were quickly calculating the wind speed, distance, and constructing mathematical models in their minds, drawing parabolas…

All this sounded very complicated, but for the computing power of the apprentices, it was only a matter of a few seconds. Johnny, after calculating mentally, was the first to light the fuse, followed by Ailoke and others who also completed their calculations…

“Cover your ears!” Ailoke shouted loudly.

But those present couldn’t hear him anymore, as the intense roaring of the guns directly overshadowed the tremor brought by the galloping horses. It was the simultaneous firing of the cannons!

It was a mighty force from another world’s technology!

Gigantic cannonballs whistled towards them, and the violent sound of the artillery was so loud that even Duke Rickman, hundreds of meters away, could hear it clearly.

“Indeed, it’s the wizards!” next to him, Nord’s expression instantly became very grave, obviously mistaking the simultaneous firing of the cannons for some powerful magic, but he quickly reassured him.

“Do not worry too much, Duke Rickman, I had already considered this. The four-ring divine art I cast just now has a strong magic-breaking effect. Under the Lord’s divine light, those strange witchcraft will not be much effective…”

Rickman’s anxious expression immediately relaxed a bit, just as he was about to loudly praise the divine grace, a continuous barrage of artillery pounded down from the sky!

Not far in front of them, a cavalryman charging forward was unfortunately struck directly by a cannonball, turning him instantly into fragments. The shockwave and the dust thrown up overturned the surrounding cavalrymen, with splashing blood and mud directly staining Rickman’s exquisite garments…

Scenes of carnage were unfolding in every corner of the battlefield… Rickman was stunned for a moment, then turned his iron-faced gaze towards Priest Nord.

Is this what you call magic-breaking and divine protection?

At this moment, Nord was also stunned. He could clearly see that the divine art meant to block magic had not worked at all. Could it be that the followers of the Evil God had developed witchcraft that could evade divine protection?

Nord’s face also turned a bit grim, but he still declared decisively, “It seems these followers of the Evil God are more formidable than I imagined. However, they cannot last long, as such powerful magic must also consume a terrifying amount of magic power!”

It’s not like there’s an entire army of wizards hidden behind the valley, wildly bombarding us, right?

This is the interior of the kingdom; it’s absolutely impossible for so many powerful wizards to sneak in…