Chapter 24: Valor

A day later, the two armies were on the verge of clashing. On the vast plains, around two hundred thousand soldiers had amassed. Their sheer scale was majestic and intimidating.

"In the name of Eternal Night, I declare that we will win this battle!" Night Battle pulled his reins, his warhorse rearing up on its hind legs. With his spear raised high toward the sky, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Victory is ours!"

"Victory is ours!"

"Victory is ours!"

The soldiers joined in the shouting. Their voices were unified, ringing out like a sudden clap of thunder across the plains. Even the Goblin army opposite them was shaken by the sheer volume.

"Charge with me!" Night Battle roared. He spurred his horse forward, charging toward the enemy lines. The soldiers behind him, already prepared, followed closely in his wake.

Thirty thousand against two hundred thousand. Even Night Battle did not dare to be slightly careless at this moment. In a War of this magnitude, a single misstep could lead to devastating losses. Therefore, Night Battle chose the tactic he was most adept at: leading the army in a charge to pierce straight through the enemy lines.

"Charge! Kill the Human Race!" The Goblin chieftains shouted in unison, and immediately launched their own charge.

It would have been fine had they simply held their ground. But the moment they charged, the entire Goblin front line instantly descended into complete chaos. Stampedes even broke out among their ranks.

Originally, the Goblin battle formation was organized with the ordinary Goblins in the front and the tribal Goblin Elites in the back. The reasoning of the Goblin chieftains was simple: the vanguard would undoubtedly engage first. By letting the ordinary Goblins take the brunt of the assault, they could reduce the casualties among their own core tribesmen.

However, the organizational skills of the Goblins were so abysmal that even Beastmen would shake their heads in dismay. In an instant, the Goblin vanguard turned into a chaotic mess. They didn't look like an army marching to war; rather, they resembled a disorganized crowd flocking to a bustling market.

The Goblin chieftains didn't think there was any issue at first, but their expressions changed drastically when they compared their forces to the Human Race cavalry opposite them.

The cavalry unleashed a volley of arrows first, mowing down a swath of Goblins. Then, they slammed directly into the Goblin lines. Once the warhorses reached full gallop, this cavalry legion of over eight thousand men unleashed a terrifying impact. The already disorganized front line was instantly cleaved in half.

"Die!" Night Battle brandished his spear. The sharp blade easily sliced through the bodies of the Goblins, slaughtering those in front of him.

The highly disciplined cavalry legion was like an advancing phalanx of tanks—anything standing in their path was crushed to dust. Goblins fell continuously like stalks of wheat facing a scythe. Entire sections of them were wiped out in an instant. There was no intricate technique involved; it was a pure, brute-force frontal assault.

Every Goblin blocking the cavalry's path was either slain by the soldiers or trampled to Death by the warhorses. They all died, without exception.

If one were to observe from the sky, they would notice a massive dent had already been carved into the Goblin formation. Wherever the cavalry passed, no one was left alive.

The battlefield was filled with the agonizing screams and wails of the Goblins. Blood spilled across the ground, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere, along with bloody internal organs. The scene of Death was utterly gruesome.

Intercept? What could they even use to intercept?

Night Battle led the cavalry, rampaging through the Goblin ranks without hindrance, demonstrating what it truly meant to be invincible. Seeing this, the Goblin chieftains in the rear roared in fury and hurriedly led their subordinate Elites to charge forward.

"Come!" Night Battle swapped his Weapon for a Long Saber. With a casual swing, he slashed forward. A blood-red gleam flashed, and a Goblin Giant Beast was instantly cleaved in half.

As their momentum slowed, Night Battle did not pull back to regroup. Instead, after switching to the Long Saber, he continued his forward assault, destroying the Goblin formation in an extremely violent manner. Since they were Heavy Armored, the Goblins' attacks couldn't even break through the Warriors' Defense.

The first and second defensive lines were quickly pierced by Night Battle. At this point, he encountered the Elites of the Goblin army—the Blood Red goblins. There was no unnecessary talk between the two sides; the slaughter began the moment they clashed.

Upon engaging, the Goblin chieftains realized something was wrong—the enemy's strength was too overwhelming!

"Die!" Facing the chieftain of the Kara Tribe, Night Battle didn't hesitate at all. He instantly unleashed his full power. Scarlet Fighting Qi surged forth as he swung his Long Saber down. The Kara Tribe chieftain had just been forced back and hadn't even steadied himself before he saw a blood-red Sword Qi striking toward him. He instinctively raised his Wolf Fang Club to block.

SWISH—

The Sword Qi swept past. The Goblin, along with his Wolf Fang Club, was cleaved cleanly in half.

"The chieftain is dead!"

"How is that possible? The chieftain couldn't even block a single strike..."

"We're doomed! The enemy is too strong!"

All the Blood Red goblins witnessed this scene. Although the chieftain of the Kara Tribe wasn't the strongest among the Goblins, his strength was not to be underestimated. At the very least, no Goblin could kill him in a single move. Now, he had actually been chopped to Death by a human with a single slash. How could this not leave the Goblins in shock?

Moreover, it wasn't just Night Battle who unleashed his full power. The cavalry behind him also erupted with strength, disregarding their stamina consumption. The terrified Blood Red goblins fell in droves.

"Don't let him scare you! Everyone, attack together!" a Goblin chieftain shouted.

However, just as he finished speaking, Night Battle charged forward and swung his Long Saber down once more. A scarlet Sword Qi swept past, and the Goblin chieftain's head was instantly sent flying.

"GASP!"

"How are we supposed to fight this?"

"Should we just run?"

Seeing this, the remaining Goblin chieftains immediately felt the urge to retreat. It wasn't that they were cowardly; it was simply that the enemy was far too powerful.

At the same time Night Battle charged into the enemy lines, the rest of the infantry engaged the scattered Goblins at the front.

After connecting to the City of Gods, the Night Tribe no longer lacked equipment and Weapons. At the very least, they were not short of Weapons forged from ordinary refined iron. Therefore, these twenty-odd thousand infantrymen were all clad in armor. Although they weren't all Heavy Armored, resisting the Goblins' attacks was no problem at all.

Furthermore, aside from the Human Race Sword and Shield Soldiers, there was also a special group of entities present: Half-Metal Giants—a full five hundred of them.

Relying on their unreasonable Defense Power, the Half-Metal Giants wielded massive Wolf Fang Clubs and charged straight into the swarm of Goblins. With a sweeping blow, an entire circle of Goblins around them was sent flying into the air. Like full-grown men charging into a kindergarten, the Half-Metal Giants ran rampant across the battlefield. The short Goblins didn't even reach their knees.

The rest of the Human Race Sword and Shield Soldiers followed closely behind. Raising their Shields, they slowly pushed forward.

Swing the saber, retract the saber, step forward.

Every Goblin blocking their path was slaughtered. They advanced slowly but resolutely, acting like relentless killing machines. If Night Battle's cavalry was meant to break the lines and throw the enemy formation into chaos, then these twenty thousand Sword and Shield Soldiers had only one purpose: to massacre all the enemies.

At this moment, the Goblins finally remembered the Fear of being dominated by other creatures.

Even though their numbers were seven times that of the enemy, even though they had the major tribes holding the rear, and even though they were already much stronger than their ancestors... it was all useless. When their crude Weapons struck the Night Tribe Warriors, they couldn't even breach their Defense, let alone bypass the Shield in front of them.

Before long, the meager courage they had mustered from their sheer numbers dissipated entirely under the butcher knives of the Night Tribe Warriors.

Even though their numbers still crushed the enemy forces, the Goblins no longer wanted to fight. They couldn't win. They simply couldn't win.

This group of human Warriors was far too powerful. They were much stronger and far more valiant than what their ancestors had described.