Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 406: -154- Major Defeat!

Chapter 406: -154- Major Defeat!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Quick, wake all the sailors! We are under attack!"

On the sea, as the oar-sail fleet continued to fire, the joint fleet composed of two duchies also fell into disarray.

No one expected to be attacked at night.

The joint fleet was no exception.

When those dozens of oar-sail warships lined up in formation and began firing at the fleet, the majority of sailors were still sleeping in the hammocks below decks.

Alarm bells were sounded on each warship, rousing sailors who frantically dressed.

The noble commander responsible for directing the entire fleet stood disheveled at the bow of his flagship, peering through a telescope at the strange fleet that kept firing under the moonlight, with an expression of shock, anger, and bewilderment:

"Fleet? Where has this fleet come from?!"

No one could answer his question.

The sudden naval battle had already broken out.

Under the cover of night, the unknown fleet that had appeared from nowhere was like ghosts in the darkness, ceaselessly firing upon the joint fleet.

The anchored warships of the joint fleet had no time to set sail, and under the night sky, they were like sitting ducks, being struck one after another by the oar-sail fleet’s volleys...

"Divine Lord above! How can they aim at us? Can they really see this clearly at night?!"

On the lookout towers of the warships, sailors watched the gunfire that was as accurate as during the day, their faces a mix of terror and confusion.

"Transcendents... they have night-vision-capable Transcendents!"

The noble commander quickly came to a realization.

Points of silver light rose on the sea’s surface as some warships activated their magic shields.

Seeing the shimmering glow, the noble commander’s face changed instantly:

"Fools! The enemy has night-vision-capable Transcendents! Signal them to lower the shields quickly!"

But it was too late.

Another salvo was fired, and a rain of anti-magic stone bullets struck the illuminated ships. The magic shields flickered a few times before being pierced, and the warships turned into sieves amidst the sound of cannon fire, slowly tilting and sinking...

"Quick! Set the sails! Cast off the heavy cargo, head northwest! Gunners take your positions, prepare to retaliate!"

commanded the commander.

However, shortly after he gave the order, more cannon fire came from the northeast.

"Disaster! The Castel Fleet has also set out from port!"

cried the sailor atop the lookout tower in panic.

The noble commander also noticed the bombardment from the northeast.

He picked up his telescope and looked toward the brightly lit North Port, seeing the outlines of oar-sail warships that had already left the harbor, also heading northwest. Together with the southern oar-sail fleet, they completed the encirclement of the joint fleet.

An ambush...

This was a well-prepared ambush!

The noble commander immediately realized everything and his face turned a deathly pale...

With the Castel Fleet leaving port, the battle at sea completely erupted.

At the same time, the land forces of the Duchy Alliance Army also fell into further chaos.

No soldier knew where the enemy was coming from; under the cover of night, it seemed like enemies were everywhere in the camp.

Screams of agony and sounds of combat rose and fell, as ghostly figures darted through the camp, overturned torches setting tents ablaze, turning the sky red.

"Where is our Regular Transcendent? Where is our Regular Transcendent?!"

As he watched the camp plunge into chaos, the Third Prince grabbed the collar of a noble, anger in his voice.

That noble’s face was pale, trembling as he replied:

"Your... Your Highness... it’s too chaotic, we haven’t had time to organize, and we don’t know how many enemies there are..."

"Blow the horn! Signal! Organize a counter-attack!"

shouted the Third Prince.

And just as he finished shouting, the deep sound of the horn echoed in the distance.

That was from North Port.

A silvery-blue shine lit up, enveloping North Port with the Magic Shield that was reignited, while the drawbridge of the Castel Grand Bridge was lowered.

Accompanied by waves of battle cries, one could see armored soldiers shimmering with the glow of magic, brandishing the flags of Castel and Gaston, storming out of the Castel Grand Bridge...

"It’s the standing army of the Tulip Count Territory that has revolted! They’ve burst out!"

a Noble in charge of commanding the Allied Forces exclaimed in terror.

However, amid the chaos, the army of the Allied Forces simply couldn’t manage an effective counterattack.

Just a single encounter, and the defense works established during the day to besiege the Castel Grand Bridge were torn to shreds by the Regular Transcendent that surged forth...

"The Castel army has launched an attack!"

"Our army is defeated! We’re defeated!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

"..."

Various shouts of alarm rang through the camp, as the Allied Forces descended further into chaos.

With the Castel army charging out of North Port and launching a counterattack, the soldiers of the Allied Forces, already skittish from the night attack, completely lost their will to fight and their morale utterly collapsed.

Soldiers discarded their helmets and armor, fleeing in panic—even the Regular Transcendent lost control, each running in different directions.

As they fled, there were widespread falls and tramplings, and for a moment, screams and cries of agony continued non-stop, making the situation increasingly chaotic.

Flames spread unchecked, and battle cries resounded from all directions.

"The Third Prince is dead!" "Our troops are defeated!" Various shouts spread, creating total loss of control.

Watching the fear-stricken, utterly combat-incapable troops fleeing, and the Joint Fleet caught in a sea of flames between the southern and northern fleets, the Third Prince Philip’s face turned deathly pale.

"My Lord, we must retreat! It’s an ambush, an ambush against us!"

Count Linte cried out anxiously.

"Retreat... how to retreat... North Port Bridge has already been taken back..."

the Third Prince murmured spiritlessly, with hollow eyes.

"Small boats! Take the small boats on the shore!"

Count Linte killed a Castel soldier rushing towards them and shouted.

"Yes... small boats... we can take the small boats!"

The Third Prince immediately snapped back to reality, hurrying along surrounded by his trusted aides.

But by the time he followed Count Linte all the way to the bank of the Don River, all that remained beside him were the bloodied Count Linte and three trusted aides.

"My Lord... What about Divine Lord Eleanor? Did you not bring Divine Lord Eleanor out with you?"

Count Linte urgently asked, looking behind the Third Prince.

The Third Prince glanced at him emptily and shook his head:

"No... she’s still inside..."

"Ah!"

Count Linte heaved a sigh, then turned back around:

"My Lord, you go on and retreat, I will bring out Divine Lord Eleanor! Bold cannot be without Divine Lord Eleanor!"

Saying so, he headed back to the camp once more.

The Third Prince stood dumbly, watching the direction Count Linte left, his expression utterly deflated.

He knew that after tonight, his army was probably finished...