Free Web NovelChapter 151: Chapter 97: Senior Catherine, You Wouldn’t Want...
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The next instant.
Catherine’s gaze sharpened abruptly.
She stared daggers at Old John, her voice dark. "Very well. Tell me, where is Lynch now?"
The pressure from her Holy Light made Old John’s legs go weak. He subconsciously glanced toward the garrison and stammered, "M-My lord... I, I’ll go get the commander right away..." freewebnøvel.coɱ
"There’s no need!"
How could Catherine possibly suppress the flames of fury churning in her chest?
She yanked on the reins, and her warhorse whinnied as it wheeled around, heading straight for the garrison.
The elite hundred-man battalion behind her immediately moved out, marching swiftly in her wake.
A grim, murderous atmosphere instantly shattered the town’s tranquility.
Seeing this, Old John grew frantic. Forgetting his fear, he stumbled after them, spreading his arms to try and block their path. "My lady, you can’t! You mustn’t! Our commander is in Meditation..."
"Get out of the way!" A rough, harsh shout cut him off.
A vicious glint flashed in Vice-Captain Hans’s eyes. ’I was just worrying about not having a chance to impress Lady Catherine,’ he thought. ’This is the perfect opportunity to show my loyalty and curry favor.’
With a flick of his wrist, his horsewhip cut through the air with a sharp whistle and struck Old John viciously.
CRACK!
Old John cried out in pain and fell to the ground, about to be trampled by the iron-shod hooves of the warhorses right behind.
In the nick of time.
Aus, with his quick reflexes, yanked Old John out of the way. The two of them tumbled into a messy heap, narrowly avoiding the heavy hooves.
Hans didn’t even spare them a glance. He just snorted coldly and led the troops onward.
The elite battalion surged toward the small garrison like a tide, quickly surrounding it completely.
The townspeople were silent as cicadas in winter, filled with terror but not daring to interfere.
The two young soldiers at the garrison’s entrance had only been temporarily assigned to guard duty for show. How could they ever have witnessed a scene like this?
Struck by the killing intent of the battle-hardened elites, the two of them instantly turned deathly pale and trembled uncontrollably, barely able to hold their weapons. If not for the adoration and awe they held for Commander Lynch, they might have dropped to their knees and begged for mercy on the spot.
Meanwhile, Hans, who was at the forefront, had already put the pieces together.
This garrison commander, Lynch, must have some serious beef with Lady Catherine.
As an officer from a common background, despite his best efforts, he was still stuck in the position of vice-captain at thirty-five. Without a noble patron, the most he could hope for in this life was to make captain before retiring.
But now, things were different.
Lady Catherine was of noble birth and possessed astonishing talent. Her future was limitless.
’If I can perform well and latch onto this golden opportunity, then as she climbs the ranks, I might be able to advance further myself. Maybe I could even become a legion commander, or seize the chance to achieve great things and become her vassal.’
At this thought, Hans’s ambition burned even hotter. He immediately dismounted, drew the battle knife from his waist with one hand, and took the iron-banded oak shield from his back with the other. He then strode forward.
He didn’t spare a glance for the two soldiers, who were trembling like leaves in the wind. He simply lifted his leg and kicked them both to the ground, leaving them to wail and roll aside.
Then, he channeled the battle aura he had learned in the army. He sank his body low, shifted his center of gravity forward, and let out a low roar. Like a wild bull, he threw his entire weight and strength behind his shield and charged viciously at the garrison’s main gate.
[Shield Bash]!
BOOM!!!
With a tremendous crash, wood splinters flew everywhere.
The garrison’s main gate was smashed inward, its panels sent flying.
Hans was delighted. He was just about to charge in and put on a good show for Lady Catherine—a one-man breach to bravely capture the enemy chief—when...
Suddenly, a tall, sturdy figure appeared abruptly in the doorway, like an iron tower.
The figure simply raised a hand and casually swatted forward.
BANG!
The wooden doors instantly exploded into a cloud of splinters that scattered everywhere.
Seeing this, Hans’s pupils contracted and alarm bells went off in his head. But he had already committed to his charge; it was too late to change direction or stop.
The tall figure seemed to know this. It stomped its foot on the ground and charged straight at Hans.
The next instant.
BOOM!
A dull, heart-stopping thud echoed out.
Hans’s body was sent flying backward through the air, crashing hard into the ranks of soldiers behind him and causing a flurry of panicked shouts and chaos.
"Vice-Captain!"
"Lord Hans!"
SPURT! Hans coughed up a mouthful of blood. His breastplate, which offered considerable defense, had been dented so deeply that several of his ribs were likely broken.
His face was a mask of horror.
’I managed to protect my body with battle aura in time,’ he thought, ’but I still ended up like this.’
’Just what kind of monster is this?’
Just then, the dust began to settle.
The sound of heavy, rumbling footsteps echoed.
Under everyone’s horrified gazes, the tall figure from within the garrison slowly walked out, step by step.
It was a monster nearly three meters tall, with an incredibly burly frame.
It had an ugly head with bared fangs. Its body was a dark purple, covered in a layer of chitin marked with violet patterns. Its muscles bulged, brimming with explosive power.
Two clusters of eerie green Soul Fire burned in its eye sockets, and its aura was violent and ferocious.
Merely by standing there, it unleashed a terrifying pressure that felt almost tangible, causing the surrounding elite soldiers to catch their breath. They instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons and took half a step back.
