Chapter 330: Storm Cavalry! Charge!

"His Lordship orders: commence battle immediately!"

As several baronial lords sat down, half-skeptical, the Demon Swift Eagle had already delivered Gervas's command to the Storm Guards.

Colonel Laurence did not delay: "Guards, form ranks!"

"Kill!"

Amid the shouts, the loosely arranged formation instantly moved.

A hundred spear infantry formed the center, two hundred swordsmen—one hundred on each side—flanked them.

On either flank, another hundred archers—fifty per side—stood in position.

The remaining hundred sword guards were held in reserve, positioned behind the main formation.

Amid a roar, the guards completed their battle formation in barely twenty seconds.

This sight left the nobles on the wall stunned.

"This… this is too fast!"

"Yes! And not just fast—look at how perfectly aligned they are! How did they achieve this?"

"Indeed, Gervas, how did you train these guards?"

Mil and the others had seen the Kingdom's elite guards before—well-equipped, brimming with spirit and vigor.

But only now, seeing the Storm Guards, did they realize the so-called elite they'd witnessed before paled in comparison.

Every movement of Gervas's guards seemed less like battlefield preparation and more like a meticulously rehearsed performance.

So they were deeply curious: how had Gervas achieved this with five hundred men, not five?

"There's no special trick—just practice. Every day, we drill formations for hours."

Good heavens!

Hours of formation drills every single day?

How much free time do they have to do this?

Better to spend that time training them in swordplay!

The nobles exchanged silent, awed glances—but had no intention of adopting Gervas's methods.

That formation shift was impressive, yes, but a guard's true purpose is combat!

At that moment, the demons advancing toward the castle noticed the guards' movement and changed course, charging straight for them.

Leading them was a towering demon over three meters tall, sporting a massive ram's head and a mouth full of fangs—clearly no vegetarian.

Three hundred meters… two hundred… one hundred…

"Archers, fire!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A rain of arrows fell, and the demon horde erupted in cries of pain.

But like beasts, arrows had little effect on these large-bodied demons.

After one volley, only a dozen unlucky demons lay dead on the ground.

Many others still bore arrows in their bodies, yet pressed forward as if untouched.

Even the pain seemed to drive them into greater frenzy.

Mil and the others glanced at Gervas—only to find him expressionless, sipping tea calmly while watching the distant battlefield.

Seeing this, they turned back to the battle.

The demons charged swiftly; the archers managed only two volleys.

When the demons closed to within twenty meters, the archers swiftly retreated to the rear of the formation and began firing freely.

This signaled the imminent clash of close combat.

Normally, when facing demons or beasts, the human formation was most vulnerable at the moment of impact.

Due to their smaller stature, they were easily torn apart.

Once breached, the entire line would gradually collapse.

These creatures knew this well, so they always placed their strongest, fiercest warriors in the front ranks.

Today's demons were no exception.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Bellowing, the front-line demons swung their bone blades or crude iron weapons.

But don't underestimate these crude weapons.

Their massive size and weight more than compensated for their poor quality.

Mil and the others had already braced for a scene of flying flesh and blood!

"Spear infantry, raise spears!"

"Kill!"

"Spear infantry, thrust!"

"Kill!"

Plop! Plop! Plop!

Aaaoo! Aaaoo!

But what no one expected was that Gervas's men were not slaughtered.

Instead, the front-line spear infantry, at command, raised their spears in perfect unison, then thrust forward in perfect unison.

The roaring, charging demons instantly froze.

From afar, it looked as if the demons had been petrified by a spell.

"Spear infantry, withdraw!"

"Kill!"

"Spear infantry, thrust!"

"Kill!"

"This… Gervas, your spear infantry are too…"

"Not bad, right? Low mobility, yes—but for fighting these creatures, it's the best way to minimize casualties and hold the line!"

Not bad? It was beyond expectation.

They had seen spear infantry before.

But those spears were nowhere near as long as Gervas's.

And those spear infantry were trained in the most basic way.

Because noble spear infantry were born from lack of training time and proper equipment.

They weren't cannon fodder, but hardly better.

Now, Gervas showed them a completely different way to use spear infantry.

And it completely negated the giants' traditional advantage against human formations.

Amid continuous shouts, the demons' charge was fully halted.

But the demons would not retreat.

Seeing the spear line too strong to break, they turned to attack the flanks.

"Roar! Charge from the sides! Tear apart these two-legged sheep!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

At this, the demons roared and charged from both flanks.

But the sword guards on the flanks were no pushovers—they raised shields and engaged the demons in close combat.

Since the demons' momentum had been broken by the spears, the well-trained sword guards held their own against them.

But even this alone wouldn't be enough to defeat the demons.

So today's true stars took the field.

"Storm Cavalry, charge!"

Amid thundering hooves, two hundred cavalry surged like a flood, striking the demons' center from the flank.

As their horses galloped, the cavalry accelerated, their triangular formation piercing the demon ranks like a sharp blade.

Immediately, roars and screams filled the air.

Though the demons stood over two meters tall, their height offered no advantage—they were even out-towered by the riders.

Thus, the cavalry easily broke through the demon lines.

After piercing through, the cavalry did not stop.

At three hundred meters, they slowed their horses, then turned their mounts around.

"Storm Cavalry, charge!"

Before the demons could recover from the first devastating charge, they were hit by a second.