Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 387 - 257: Suppression (Part 3)

Chapter 387: Chapter 257: Suppression (Part 3)

Now that things here were settled, Malin had the Baron take his troops to tidy up the place before setting it on fire—innocent victims, remnants of Chaos, and all those chaotic scribbles. After all, not only this village but also the surrounding beaches would be uninhabitable for a while, unless a Clergy specialized in Purification came to cleanse the area. Otherwise, who would dare to live here and risk becoming a horrific change?

Thereafter, following the previous agreement, Malin took his people to the next target location, where another assault team was in charge of cleaning up; they had agreed to regroup with whoever finished their task first.

Since Malin’s team was done first, they naturally moved toward the others. Over a few hills, Malin saw the battle on the distant hilltop—it seemed like two or three thousand people were fiercely engaged in combat.

"Baron, how many people did our Baron Gallo bring with him?" Feeling the numbers were off, Malin turned to the Baron, who pondered for a moment, "He should have brought at least eight hundred warriors."

"After all, he is the young grandson of Duke Gallo." The young Mage snorted at this moment, appearing to take pleasure in the misfortune.

Malin wasn’t interested in any love or hate between the two; he just felt that the numbers on both sides added up to quite a lot.

But hearing that the Baron had brought eight hundred strong men, plus the assault team, it seemed that the numbers should be about right.

It just seemed that the clash had started a bit late, but the female Mage’s explanation partially resolved Malin’s doubts, "Perhaps they got lost, Baron Gallo is a noble from the South; coming to fight in the North this time, he should count himself lucky for not getting lost in these hills, relying on the angle of the moon."

Fine then, Malin released Blood Roar and Fio combined: "Remember not to hack the wrong people."

The old Mage, seeing the ax with several dozen vine-like legs charging toward the battlefield like a wild dog off its leash, couldn’t help but pull a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his forehead, "It truly is a sprout from the World Tree; I thought my eyes were deceiving me."

"Don’t worry too much; let’s go bother that Chaos Caster in the back row." Although the Caster was far away, Malin could still make him out clearly in the moonlight. The guy seemed more humanlike than the seafood creature they encountered before—of course, only comparatively, since he had four arms drumming on his drum.

It looked like Transcendent abilities, related to performance—Malin was somewhat unclear. But judging by the torn Apprentice robe on him, he might be an unlucky child from the Church of Art and Beauty, his mind twisted.

To be honest, the drumming gave Malin a headache—because it completely lacked a tune.

Only a few dozen Chaos Folk were around him, apparently using their numerical advantage to fight against Baron Gallo. Their battle line was longer than Baron Gallo’s, but the Baron’s warriors were no rookies. They formed a circle, with the spearmen tightly maintaining their defensive line while the sword and shield bearers protected their flanks.

Fortunately, the Caster did not have a direct attack capability, which was good news; otherwise, Malin felt that without waiting for them to arrive, Baron Gallo’s more than a thousand men would likely have been wiped out already.

Halting halfway, Malin signaled the Baron to lead his people toward Baron Gallo.

"There are still several dozen Chaos over there, Sir Malin; you may need us," said the Baron somewhat puzzled.

So Malin picked up a small branch from the ground next to his feet. The sprout from the World Tree granted him the ability to manipulate the branch, typically a power held by Druids or other Transcendents, and the branch transformed into a spear in front of everyone.

"It’s at least two hundred seventy yards from here," the young Mage estimated roughly the distance with one glance.

"I know, watch this." Malin first made the branch a Holy Weapon—Lord of Justice Nameless’s Transcendent ability was so useful. Then he cast a Thunderfall Spell with a delay of six seconds, targeting the spear.

Then, holding the spear, he ran more than ten steps and threw the spear out.

The Mages watched the spear create a ring of air as it left the hand.

Without needing the next second, they saw the Chaos Caster blown off the platform, dragged by Chaos believers, by a spear, and before he could hit the ground, a Thunderfall struck him from the sky.

Malin clenched his fist, then turned to look at the Baron, who without a word, led his troops with loud shouts toward the main battlefield.

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Baron Gallo, too, was troubled by the sight of the more than two thousand Chaos Believers and Zealots that made up the enemy. Almost dying from getting lost in the hills, he had barely led his troops to this Chaos village when, before he could form his troops, the Chaos Folk charged over with numbers exceeding his own.

The Chaos Folk had no fear of death; his Fourth Assault Team, given to him by the men from the North, lost over thirty men in the initial clash out of the three hundred warriors, and his family’s private soldiers suffered at least twelve casualties, with five missing.

In such a night battle, missing meant dead.

Finally forming the line, the three hundred warriors of the Fourth Assault Team had lost more than half, and Baron Gallo’s soldiers lost nearly forty, with three greatsword fighters falling in battle. Although they had killed at least five hundred Chaos Folk, the current problem was that the Chaos Folk were still pressing them hard, making Baron Gallo deeply regret—he regretted not bringing Crossbowmen.

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