Nicodemus just shook his head wryly and knelt silently.

Had he given up?

No!

But, his approach on the matter was different.

At times, they, Deifers, would infiltrate a place by allowing themselves to get taken as prisoners.

And on the way to the dungeon, they would find a way to escape.

For Nicodemus, this was the best option at the moment.

Why?

Because if the enemy could come in like this, that meant that they had already surrounded the entire outside territory to a certain extent.

Additionally, they didn't know how many the enemy had brought in.

So the odds were against them.

That's why Nicodemus preferred to play along and find a way to escape and report his findings to his highness Winston before it was too late.

He didn't care about his life and death but only wanted to ensure that the message went access.

As for Holt reporting him to Winston, he didn't bother about his threats too.

Firstly, he was almost certain that Holt's approach wouldn't yield any fruits.

Holt liked force and took everything head-on.

The guy's ego was so big that it could probably cover the entire Pyno continent.

One should know that even though there were strict rules for them to follow, everyone had different personalities.

Of course, the leaders tried to pit them against one another to toughen them up.

But deep down, many still had their original personalities.

Some were scheming, while others were easygoing, too arrogant and selfish.

And Holt, who felt like he was Heaven's son, couldn't stand being under him.

So he devised a scheme that left him injured for 3 years.

And by the time he came back, Holt had been promoted, and his entire team was now under him.

Ever since then, Holt had always made things hard for him.

That in a nutshell, was how their relationship was.

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As for Holt and few others, they were currently running over numerous dead bodies, lifeless horses, large pits and so on.

So far, they have been doing good.

"Hahahahhahahaha.

I knew that following the commander was right.

After all, he has led us through countless battles."

"That's right!

This is nothing for our commander

Just look at how easy it is for him to lead us out?

The commander is mighty!"

"Our commander...."

Boom!

What?

Before they could even finish their rain of praises, they were directly hit by one of the attacks.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Holt flew in the air, somersaulted, and landed horribly on his back.

Pain, pain, pain.

His body was in Pain!

Blood trickled down his ear, and a sword directly stabbed his thigh.

But most importantly, he felt like he had a lot of internal injuries.

He had been running away when he found himself suddenly carried into the air by a mysterious force.

Everything happened to him in slow motion as time seemed to move 20 times slower.

The raging flames engulfed him, and his body seemed to be breaking apart into tiny bits.

What's happening?

The moment he landed on the ground, he realized that his left hand and a chunk of his belly were no more.

Pluh.

He spat out blood and felt his body slowly giving up.

Why did it end like this?

Shrouded within the thick fog, he had so many unanswered questions.

Why?

Why did the Baymardians attack them?

He was very much unwilling to go down without at least dragging one of them with him.

But no matter how reluctant he was, the grim reaper was already at his doorstep

He felt his body's vitality drain more and more as he struggled to take in a whiff of air.

His body trembled in an attempt to push through his predicament.

Sadly, its efforts were all in vain because a few seconds later, he was gone.

Enemy Commander Holt was dead.

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Henry, who was watching alongside Landon within one of the air balloons above, had cold sweat on his forehead.

The loud booming sounds, coupled with the dreadful screams, made one think the place was haunted.

If he hadn't seen it for himself, he would've never believed that such a thing would be possible.

The amount of damage those vehicles brought was awfully terrifying.

He felt like no one in the entire Pyno continent would be able to stand against Landon.

As for the other continents, he couldn't speak out yet because he didn't know if Baymard was more powerful than any of the empires in Morgany and vice versa.

Phew.

Luckily, he was on Landon's side, or else wouldn't his fate be the same as those below?

Rather than a battle, it looked like a one-sided slaughter instead.

None of the soldiers had even shown their faces in the battleground, and the enemy people had already fallen to this state.

Henry looked at Landon pleadingly: "Brother, can you please not use these weapons within the Palace?"

"_"

Henry could already see how the entire place would be left to ruins at the end of it all.

By then, wouldn't the whole place have to be rebuilt?

Landon smiled wryly because this was the same thing Micheal requested when attacking Nopline in the palace.

He was so scared that he almost knelt with tears in his eyes and begged.

Sure, they wanted his help.

But not to the extent where everything would become ruins.

People say beggars can't be choosy, but they begged to differ.

What a joke.

If they left Landon to go haywire, then they won't even have a home at the end of it all.

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The slaughter went on for a while until the enemy's group of thousands had reduced to about 103, with most just injured.

Of course, among the prisoners was Nicodemus, who managed to survive till now.

He willingly allowed himself to get caught in his of finding a way to escape later.

Again some had managed to go around the tanks and escape through the gate but were instantly taken down by those outside the walls.

At 3 A.M, the battle had officially come to an end, with all units and teams successfully returning to the base.

With that, operation Midnight was finally done and over with.