Boom Boom Boom Boom.

Everyone felt like they were In hell.

The people were flying left, right and centre, in all directions.

And those who went to retrieve the barrels weren't in a better position as well.

From the place where they left, it would take 10 minutes on horseback to get to where the black powder was located... and another 15~20 minutes back since the horses would be pulling the wagons of black powder.

But the thing was that the second they left, the tanks came in.

So as they advanced, they were still in danger of getting shot by the tanks.

Boom.

As they advanced, just behind them, countless explosions occurred, which drained the life off their faces.

Just who had they offended?

Under the rain of terror, Hibon gritted his teeth and led his horse forward in a zig-zag pattern.

"Hurry up!

Follow my lead!

We have to get those barrels fast before it's too late.

This is our only chance of beating whatever is attacking us!"

Everyone nodded and quickly chased Hibon while moving haphazardly.

They galloped towards the tents that stored the barrels as fast as they could.

Soon, everyone's eyes lit up the moment the tent's figure could be seen.

Their eyes glowed as if they had just seen their salvation.

Maybe they could turn the tides?

.

They hastened up towards the tent.

But suddenly, just when they were in very close proximity to it, the enemy fiercely made its move.

Boom!

"Watch out!!!!!"

A more thunderous sound broke their ears, and everyone, including their horses, were sent flying.

Of course, the soldiers dared not blow up the tent because from the words of those who came in earlier, there were over 60 barrels of black powder there.

If they should accidentally block it up, the results would be astronomical.

One could imagine how deadly such a thing would be.

Bam.

The heat, combined with the deadly waves from the attack, made Hibon and his men feel like crying.

Some people fell on the horses, softening their impact.

But at the same time, they became shields for these creatures.

And in other cases, some of the heavy horses fell on the men instead, blocking some of the injuries that they could've had.

Of course, some were fully separated midair from their horses and landed further away.

The horses that survived quickly got up and stamped over the men without a care in the world.

What a joke!

At this point, it was every man for himself and every horse for itself.

'Hee-he-he-hee'

The slightly injured horses got up and dashed away from the scene in hopes of finally an exit out of this death hole.

And the men who saw this felt even weaker.

How far could they run on foot when they were already in this condition?

.

Boom.

The entire camp screamed in agony as they felt the terror of the Gods touch their very cores.

Why?

Why didn't they see that the cluster glowy stars from before were an ominous sign?

The heavens had already warmed them, and yet, they didn't think it through.

Why them?

Why?

Everyone was going crazy with their current predicaments.

Wasn't the sign of those glowy stars a good thing?

Why them?

What do they do now?

At this point in the battle, many managed to see their enemy properly.

The results gave them great shock and resentment.

Only one place can create metal carriages.

So how could they not know their enemy now?

They felt like these bastards were very sneaky.

The entire continent thinks that they rely on Carona.

But who would've known that they had this kind of power up their sleeves?

Wasn't this akin to bullying?

More importantly, what did they ever do to them that made these Baymardians leave their empire, sail all the way here and hunt them down?

What deep hatred did they have with them?

The whole thing left a bitter taste in everyone's mouth.

They were very resentful.

.

Enemy Commander Holt was going crazy from the scene before him.

He gripped his hair anxiously before angrily dropping one of his aides.

"Nicodemus.

Where the hell are they?

Why aren't they here yet with the black powder?

Just look at it!

I thought you said that those men that you trained were outstanding.

So why haven't they returned?

Ahhhh.

All of you are useless!"

Pah.

A solid slap brushed against Holt's face leaving him in disbelief.

"You dare slap your superior?"

"Commander, with all due respect, you seem to have forgotten that I used to be your superior.

So don't you think that I deserve respect too?

We are in the midst of war, and here you are, screaming like a shrew?

Don't you know that as Deifer men, we must always keep calm?

Has the pressure really gotten to you?

Look at yourself!

The men below you aren't even screaming or complaining.

But here you are talking like an idiot.

I've said once, and I'll say it again.

You should've never been Commander.

You don't know how to lead, and you're incompetent."

Holt glared at the person before him and raised his hand to strike him down.

But Nicodemus blocked it and tripped him instead.

"You!

When we get out of here, I'll make sure that his highness punishes you for disrespecting your superior!"

"Heh.

The premise is that we get out of here.

But looking around, do you think that it's possible?"

Holy got up from the ground, stared at Nicodemus coldly and sneered.

"Just because you can't doesn't mean I can't!

This is the difference between you and I.

This is why I was able to make you step down and take your position as Commander." Holt arrogantly said, before turning his attention to the few men beside him.

"Everyone!

Follow me; I'll lead us out!

Soon, we will see his highness, Winston."

With that, Holt took the rest and left.

Nicodemus shook his head in disappointment while looking at the stubborn Holt.

'What a fool.'