Chapter 405: One Man Army (Part 2)

“I was pushed onto the road to hell. You forced me to draw the sword that would save the world.”

Fabiana had been hanging around Samimi for too long. Now she, too, began muttering strange, incomprehensible words as she drew the Silver Gold Sword.

Her mind unconsciously replayed the scene of her parents’ murder, instantly maxing out her anger bar.

The rage chilled her heart, because only then—no matter how brutal the slaughter—would her heartbeat remain steady.

A brilliant path, one that could only be paved with blood, lay before her.

The ancient Human Emperor who had fought against the Chaos Monsters—by all rights, he should have been more like the ancestors of Adventurers. But he had been turned into the so-called Knight Ancestor, a symbol of loyalty for the noble lords to preach.

If the Human Emperor knew that those damn nobles were running amok like this, even turning his homeland into a high-end resort, he would probably die of rage on the spot.

Now Samimi was gradually starting to understand why Fabiana had received the Human Emperor’s Blessing.

The Dilmurt Family was a pure white lotus growing out of the muck of the noble circle—the honest ones among the nobility.

For generations, the family had quietly trained wave after wave of young knights, allowing the Knight Spirit to be passed down.

The knight class had never been tarnished, precisely because upright people like Knight King Char existed.

But the number of honorable knights was dwindling, while evil knights were increasing. One day, the moral scale would tip.

Knight King Char saw all of this clearly.

But when the honest people sought change, the villains grew anxious.

And how could the honest ones ever outmaneuver the villains?

What could they do even if they were anxious? This wasn’t some feel-good TV drama.

There was no other way. Simply opening a cheat code couldn’t save this situation. Only a divine intervention from the heavens would do.

“Old friend, charge with me one more time.”

Fabiana felt as if the Human Emperor had possessed her. With one hand, she pulled the reins, and the Coldfire Skeleton Horse reared its head and surged forward.

The Ghost Knight led the charge. Skeleton Knights followed closely. The entire army rushed forward like a pitch-black torrent.

The mercenaries gulped. But they did not retreat in the face of the charging undead army. One by one, they held their lines.

Meanwhile, the noble knights behind them panicked, nearly turning tail and running.

Because every mercenary was someone who lived on the edge of a blade. They knew that against an unknown enemy, running was a sure path to death.

Only by uniting and holding the line could they have a chance to survive.

Besides, where could they run on such a vast plain?

They weren’t noble knights, forced to rely on their own two legs.

The well-trained mercenaries actually had better combat discipline than the noble knights. Hiring them had proven to be worth every penny.

They had their own unique trick—thick Thorn Shields, perfect for repelling enemy charges.

But they underestimated their opponent’s resolve.

Because the enemy wasn’t even human. They felt no fear. They directly slammed their bodies into the Thorn Shields, caring nothing for shattering bones.

‘Our corpses will become stepping stones for our brothers, letting them run farther, jump higher, and charge toward a better future.’

But this wasn’t one of those awkward dramas where the cannon-fodder soldiers just freeze to let the protagonist show off.

The mercenaries had already anticipated that some monsters would leap over the shields. They had braced their spears, ready to stab the skeleton horses as they came.

Suddenly, a Coldfire Skeleton Horse leaped clean over the mercenaries’ shields.

With no room to dodge in midair, its belly was immediately pierced by dozens of spears. It was a gruesome sight.

But again—it was a skeleton horse. Even if it were ground to dust, it wouldn’t matter.

Fabiana had already kicked off from the horse’s back. She launched herself into the air, swinging her sword in a fierce downward slash.

A golden beam of light seemed to split the dark heavens!

Shattering the sins of the mortal world!

Of course, that was just an exaggerated description.

This wasn’t a fantasy novel with magic. In reality, the golden sword only cut through the mercenaries’ spears.

But as Fabiana’s feet touched the ground, she instantly transformed into a tiger pouncing on its prey. The Golden Sword danced wildly, cutting down the spearmen in her path one by one.

This showed the advantage of her weapon.

Fabiana’s Golden Sword sliced through the cheap weapons of these small-time mercenaries like a hot knife through butter.

She mowed through men like cutting vegetables, descending like a War God, unstoppable.

Not to mention that Fabiana herself was a stats boss.

Like Shield-Axe Warrior Selena, her stats were clearly a cut above the average person.

Selena was born with divine strength, while Fabiana was born an Omni-King.

From birth, she had a well-rounded stat block. Every stat was decent.

Strength, speed, defense, endurance, technique—even intelligence and spirit—she had them all.

This kind of balanced build meant she wasn’t top-tier in any single area. When facing experts who specialized in one path, she was at a disadvantage, so she needed a Divine Artifact to push her into the ranks of first-class fighters.

But this build made her excellent at bullying weaklings.

An ordinary person could never defeat Fabiana.

An average warrior had no way to win against the Rebel War Commander.

Because she was too versatile—she could fight, tank, flee, and even resist mental attacks. And now she could even drive the Human Emperor’s magic.

Soon, her Coldfire Skeleton Horse revived.

She quickly mounted it and began charging through the enemy ranks.

Even more skeleton horses began to respawn. The Skeleton Knights could finally ride real horses.

This time, they became true Skeleton Knights.

Before, they had only been called “Skeleton Knights” to look cool.

Strictly speaking, they were just skeletal armored infantry.

Now, more and more true Skeleton Knights broke through the line of Thorn Shields. They caught up to the undead knight Fabiana’s charge speed, and in no time, they scattered the mercenaries’ spear formation.

“Retreat! Fall back!”

The mercenaries’ willpower and morale plummeted.

Because the enemy couldn’t be killed—they were just skeletons. Dying didn’t matter to them.

But they were living humans.

Was it worth fighting to the death against skeletons?

That was a very real question.

And mercenaries were a very practical bunch.

Seeing their comrades being cut down ahead, they didn’t even think of stepping forward to cover them or help.

This meant that even though the count’s army had a huge numerical advantage, if no one helped or covered their comrades when they saw them being cut, numerical superiority was meaningless.

After just five rounds, an army of over 20,000 mercenaries was routed by 10,000 Skeleton Knights. They threw away their siege equipment and fled in disarray.

They left behind a field full of corpses—an estimated 2,000 unlucky souls had been killed.

But the main body of the mercenary force had fled too fast. Most of them successfully withdrew.