Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 827: Section 551: Vows (Part 1)_2

Chapter 827: Section 551: Vows (Part 1)_2

During this period, Lord Malin had undoubtedly become the commander here.

"Cousin, what can we do?" Rhodes asked.

"We can’t do anything," Sudel said.

At this moment, Halsan Chandler approached, the youth from the National Church sat down, "The Church just reported that Lord Malin had a duel with Lady Winter Wolf’s champion, Karin Doma."

"Karin Doma?! That monster who grew muscles in his brain?! Damn, how dare he challenge Lord Malin? Lord Malin is a dual legend among Mages and Psychics, while he is just a half-step legend among the Winter Wolf Knights!" Rhodes exclaimed, attracting much attention.

"I have not yet told the result," Halsan Chandler said with a smile, "Lord Malin has won. His Spiritual Energy penetrated Karin Doma’s Spiritual Energy resistance, and this Winter Wolf Knight died by his own sword!"

"This is the best news I have heard today!" Rhodes said, completing a telepathic high-five with his cousin.

The soldiers were deeply inspired; they gathered around, some asking where Lord Malin was now, others asking for details of the duel.

Then, everyone looked towards the center of the defense line, as cheers were heard from there.

Rhodes stood up on the trench, seeing Lord Malin, who was being surrounded and walked outside the trench: "It’s him! He’s back!"

Suddenly, nearly everyone was scrambling out of the trench, each soldier looking at their Lord Malin.

"Lord! Say something!" someone shouted loudly.

"I..." Lord Malin used the illusionary sound technique so everyone on the battlefield could hear him.

He paused for a moment, then looked around him, "I am back, soldiers! As long as Chaos is here, I will stand here facing Chaos with you! I will always stand by your side!"

Rhodes shouted excitedly, shoulder to shoulder with his cousin.

Halsan Chandler clapped his hands, his face flushing red.

The soldiers cheered, deeply inspired by Lord Malin’s speech, even the most pessimistic general felt moved, like Stein Manheim who thought today’s end might trigger a civil war in the Northern Kingdom. But who could have thought that Lord Malin would return, not complaining, but instead standing in front of the soldiers, inspiring them, sweeping away their grievances and complaints.

"Soldiers! I hear you were waiting for me, you’ve also heard a lot of bad news, right?" Lord Malin’s speech made Stein Manheim tense again.

"Yes! My Lord!" and the unified response from the soldiers turned him and his companions as pale as clay, dumbfounded.

"Don’t worry! Your Prime Minister Hagelberry is my kin, Emperor Manheim’s child is my Apprentice, they witnessed my duel with Lord Karin Doma! And now I stand before you, so what is there to worry about?"

The soldiers laughed heartily, some mocking the presumptuous younger son of the Doma family, but more soldiers took off their military caps to salute Lord Malin.

"Soldiers, let’s forget those unpleasantness, our enemies can attack again at any moment, so let’s be ready to fight at any time, let us carry the torch of civilization together! Whether giants, Orcs, Gnomes, Half-humans, Dwarves, Elves, or even domestic fairies, in the face of Chaos, we are the closest comrades-in-arms... Long live civilization!"

Stein Manheim wiped his face, never having thought that Lord Malin would be so magnanimous, and even more unexpectedly, that Lord Malin would just gloss over today’s incident.

Eventually, he too joined the cheering: "Long live civilization!"

On the high ground, Rhodes screamed excitedly, his quarter-elf heritage never expecting Lord Malin to utter such profoundly philosophical words.

His cousin was clapping desperately, Halsan was waving his military cap, and Carmen, the Church Apprentice, and his companions kept quietly chanting hymns.

They looked at Sir Malin with such devotion.

...

He was a hero who excelled in captivating people’s hearts.

Seeing everything before him, Guan Hanqing also clapped. Compared to those power-hungry warlords back home who constantly fought for power, he preferred this young man. The Thainan Empire was already in its twilight years, having not changed rulers for six whole centuries. The once royal family was now in decline, and those warlords were vying for power. Perhaps one of them might become the new Emperor and then lead the various races of Thainan against the Tide of the Dead, but in Guan Hanqing’s eyes, they were ultimately wasting their time in struggles for power.

"Xing Wen, our world too needs such a hero. There ought to be someone who steps forward to lead the races to victory against this new invasion," Guan Hanqing said to his old friend.

Huang Xingwen listened to his old friend’s words without surprise. He smiled as he watched the young man in the center, just as Han Qing had said. Their world indeed needed a character like the hero Malin played: "Old friend, you know what? I like your frankness, just as I like what this kid called Malin said. He didn’t present himself as a wronged and sulking figure but told the soldiers that he had won yet another victory. Then, he cleverly reassured the soldiers that he would continue to fight with them, kicking away the soldiers’ grievances and frustrations in one genius move."

...

Malin stood in the center, turned his body, and waved both hands towards the soldiers along the entire defense line. It was the first time the young man felt that there were so many of his kind in this world. They were not Malin’s compatriots, but now, in his eyes, they were the most reliable comrades in arms.

The soldiers gradually calmed down, but they did not disperse. They just continued to watch Malin. Malin pondered for a moment: "Soldiers, do you have anything else to say?" "Sir! Can you lead us forever!" a soldier asked.

At this, everyone quieted down, whether soldiers or generals, all eyes were on Malin, awaiting his answer.

Malin smiled and looked at the soldier, an old soldier with wrinkles on his face. His clothes were a bit old, but his spirit was vigorous. He looked up at Malin, chest out, waiting for an answer from Sir Malin in his eyes.

"Soldier, why do you think that? I’m not your Emperor, not your general, not even your squad leader; how could I lead you?" Malin asked.

The old soldier lowered his head in disappointment.

The surrounding soldiers did the same. Malin turned around, watching the soldiers’ growing sighs and unrest. Finally, Malin raised his hand.

"Soldiers!" he shouted loudly.

Then, all the soldiers looked at him.

"I am not your leader, not your King, but I swear, as long as Chaos exists, when you fight against it, I will appear before you," Malin said, walked to the old soldier, and patted his shoulder.

"I will keep my oath, soldiers, I will always stand in front of you."

Malin looked at the faces of these soldiers. Among them were elderly, children, young people, and middle-aged. The reasons they came here were diverse, but every person here was fighting for their families to survive.

...I’m sorry, soldiers, I’m just a mortal. I can’t protect everyone well, I can’t ensure that every one of you will live until the day this war ends.

Malin wiped his face, then looked around. The soldiers gradually calmed down, watching their expectations. Malin forcefully patted his chest.

"Soldiers, I swear to you! I will lead you... from one victory to another victory!"

At that moment, the soldiers erupted with cheers and applause like a tsunami.

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