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As one wing of the Republic retreated in defeat, at this moment, the elite Imperial infantry and archers, led by Bernard, stood ready, waiting for the enemy, and lined up in position.

The enemy had begun to besiege Sarden, and at the same time, they were relentlessly advancing from the right flank. The Republic, day and night, had launched attacks as part of their constant rotation.

The Empire was at a disadvantage this time. The worst thing about fighting on enemy soil was being less informed than the enemy. The Republic had long had strategies based on Geography, giving them a clear advantage in this regard. This was something the Empire lacked.

Although the Imperial archers had interrupted some of the enemy's attacks, they were still not enough. In the end, when close combat occurred, the archers had to stop to avoid hitting their own forces. This caused losses on both sides.

Most of the Empire's mages had stayed in Sarden to defend it. Only defensive mages, skilled in protective spells, stood with Bernard.

"Commander, the enemy is preparing for a large-scale attack," said one of Bernard's subordinates. Hearing this, Bernard thoughtfully observed the opposing forces. "I can see that. They probably want to move quickly before losing more men."

Bernard then smiled reassuringly. "But if they come, they will also see what awaits them. The Imperial army is not an easy prey, and it is far stronger than the enemy." Discover hidden content at empire

The officer smiled proudly and agreed with Bernard's words. Bernard, with a serious smile, continued, "We also have our talented officers, powerful cannons, and brilliant strategists. The Republic will fail as always, and we will proudly savor the fruit of victory..."

Then Bernard's expression hardened. "Move the army. We will prepare for defense."

"As you command!" The officer then left and moved the army. Bernard smiled as he saw the Imperial army getting ready.

Even after all this time, he was still proud of the new Drachenreich. With a new prosperity, a new religion, and an educated people rising, Drachenreich would lay the foundation for its well-deserved rise after such a long time. This was inevitable.

The Aryan people deserved to be at the top of the world. Because they were the only people who deserved it. Bernard was sure of this...

Then Bernard's thoughts shifted, and he thought of Morrigan. Having a stepmother like Morgana would undoubtedly be a curse for the Church of Light, but for Bernard, it was a source of pride.

Looking at the Empire's renewed focus on external affairs recently, Bernard was certain that the Church of Light would soon fall, and the glory of the God of Creation would spread throughout the land.

Thinking about the Church's recent issues with the Wargans, Bernard felt relieved. At least for a while, the Church wouldn't be a disturbance to the country.

Knowing a few things about the Church, Bernard would swear that the Church would try to help the Republic in tons of ways, which was something Bernard did not want.

Now was the best time to destroy the Republic. According to George's plan, the Grand Duchy of Aurelion would come as a puppet. Although Bernard thought the Republic should be completely eradicated, he didn't object, and his thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly felt a strong surge of Mana.

"What is this?" Bernard said in surprise. Since when did the Republic have such a powerful mage? Bernard immediately covered his eyes with Mana and looked into the distance. His gaze widened as he saw what lay ahead.

It was a large cannon, covered in runes, black, and radiating an alarming amount of Mana. It was so large that Bernard briefly thought he had underestimated the Republic, but when he remembered the cannon looked familiar, his brows furrowed.

"Isn't this a dwarf cannon...?"

Bernard clenched his fists in anger. He was baffled and shocked as to why the isolated Dwarves had given such a powerful cannon to a human nation. This was completely irrational.

What could have changed a Dwarf so much that they would help humans? And why were they helping? These questions gnawed at Bernard's mind.

"If something like this is here, it should be in Sarden..." Bernard's eyes lit up. Slowly, a realization struck him. Bernard cursed himself for being foolish as he bit his lip.

This had been a trap from the beginning. The Republic's goal had never been to surround and isolate Sarden. From the beginning, their goal was to disperse the Imperial army from Sarden. This way, they could break through Sarden's walls from the center and capture the city.

Even though the Zeppelin was still in the city, Bernard knew this was not a good thing. The Zeppelin, no matter how strong a force it was, was also a danger.

If the Republic struck, Sarden would be harmed. If the city, under Imperial occupation, were struck by the Empire, it would be a scandal and damage to its reputation.

Bernard couldn't let that happen. George couldn't defend the city on his own. The Empire had too few infantry there. Simon and Urien were far away, and it would be difficult for them to return in time.

The only person who could make it back in time was Bernard, but only if he could stop the Republic's attack...

For a while, Bernard's eyes were filled with worry. Fortunately, the Republic's army seemed to struggle with using the Dwarf Cannon. The Dwarves hadn't sent one of their own to handle it. This meant that the cannon could only be fired once. Thanks to the Republic's inexperience, reloading the cannon would take time, giving Bernard an opportunity.

"Everyone! Get into scattered positions! There must be at least 50 meters of distance between each of you!" Bernard ordered. The only thing he could do now was minimize the damage.

The Dwarf cannon was not a powerful projectile but one that would cause more death and damage to a larger area. At least that's what Bernard believed.

While everyone took their positions, Bernard, seeing the Dwarf cannon ready to fire, quickly gathered the mages at the front.

"Mages! Set up a barrier! With all your strength!"

At Bernard's command, the ground rose from the earth, forming a wall. Then, ice rose to strengthen the wall. A large Wind barrier was then positioned in front of the wall, and the Wizards, exhausted, withdrew.

Bernard looked at the wall and hoped that at least the cannon would lose some of its power. As expected, the Republic Dwarf cannon would soon begin firing.

With a loud hum echoing, the Dwarf cannon began loading. The loud hum made their ears ache. Runes on the cannon glowed and slightly illuminated the cannon.

Seeing some soldiers' ears bleeding, Bernard ordered the remaining Wizards to heal the soldiers.

Shortly after, the hum suddenly stopped, and a loud, explosive sound echoed. The Dwarf cannon was not like a Zeppelin beam, but rather a combination of thousands of small projectiles made from an unknown element.

Suddenly, the cannon crashed into the wall, easily breaking through the wind barrier. As the ground trembled, Bernard's eyes shook, and he clenched his fists.

As the wall cracked, the runes on the cannon dimmed slightly, losing some of their power. Yet, it successfully destroyed the wall, and in an instant, thousands of small projectiles shattered into tiny pieces like a net.

Magical threads swung the projectiles, causing them to fall like a net on the Imperial army.

When the projectiles hit the ground, they did not cause much damage, but that was not their purpose. Suddenly, the magical threads emerging from the thousands of projectiles that struck the ground began to pull the soldiers in, drawing them towards the cannon.

There were thousands of projectiles. The number of people they had pulled in was nearly 15,000. Although Bernard immediately cast a Wind spell to cut all the nearby projectiles, it was too late.

The projectiles exploded, stunning the Imperial army in an instant, nearly causing a massacre. This was the greatest loss of manpower the Empire had suffered since the beginning of the battle.

In an instant, 15,000 soldiers were killed. The explosion left thousands heavily wounded, with some soldiers suffering damage. Bernard's eyes blazed with fury. Still, he wasn't in a state to think.

The Republic's horn sounded, and the Republic's army launched their attack. The scattered and disoriented first line was torn apart, and Bernard immediately shouted with all his strength to draw their attention.

"Soldiers! Gather behind me! Form a circle!"

The Imperial army quickly began to regroup. Facing the Republic's powerful assault, the Empire's situation was not looking good as they slowly retreated.

Although Bernard quickly organized the army, it was still insufficient. For now, the only thing he could do was retreat step by step while preserving all their military strength. Bernard bit his lip, but this was all he could do for now.

Though the Empire was momentarily stunned, it was still a more disciplined army than the Republic. They quickly and slowly formed a circle and began to push back the Republic's attacks from all sides.

"Back line! Push the enemy from the right and left!" Bernard quickly organized the rear units. The Republic's forces were torn from the rear, and one hour later, the Imperial soldiers broke through the Republic's circle and slowly began to expand to the right and left.

Still, Bernard saw that if this continued, the Empire would lose. The Empire's numbers were dwindling, and at this rate, the Imperial soldiers would be exhausted before the enemy retreated.

Bernard was caught between two choices. He could either retreat for the sake of his soldiers' lives and make a tactical withdrawal, abandoning the battle, or trust his luck and wait for the Republic's will to break.

Clearly, Bernard's decision was to save his soldiers, but the thought of disappointing Morrigan left him conflicted.

Blaming himself, Bernard watched the army fight with disappointment. The enemy had learned from their previous mistakes and kept their Generals far away.

Bernard could no longer target the Generals as he did before. Right now, no strategy could force the Republic to retreat.

"What—what is this..." Suddenly, a Dark mist falling from the sky caught Bernard's attention. He looked up, surprised. He wasn't the only one surprised. Everyone was in shock.

Suddenly, as the Dark mist dispersed, tens of thousands of crows emerged, and Bernard's expression turned to one of joy as he raised his sword.

"This is the God of Creation! The God is with us! Attack!"

With this extra motivation, the Imperial army rallied and attacked. The flock of crows suddenly disturbed the enemy from above and viciously tore into their brains. Some Republic soldiers even had their eyes gouged out.

The Republic now had to fight not only the Imperial army but also thousands of crows.

"Wak wak! Waaak!"

The crows screeched and angrily attacked the Republic army.

(Translation: Glory to the God of All Crows! Long live the Crow Empire!)

As the advantage slowly shifted to the Empire, the Republic began to lose, and thousands of corpses piled up on the ground...