Louis rode on the Red Tide warhorse, followed by hundreds of "Oddly Dressed Knights" carrying bottles and cans.

On the battlefield, they looked rather amusing, yet each person carried a flamethrower, explosive canister, and modified magic explosion bullet, enough to make the Bug Corps tremble with fear.

This was not a conventional army, but the Red Tide Knight Order specialized in attacking Bug Corps.

"Head southeast first, bypass the valley ahead." Louis muttered to himself as he looked at the intelligence appearing on his Daily Intelligence System.

These past few days, Louis used the intelligence system to successfully approach Frost Halberd City by avoiding several areas where Insect Tides were fiercely battling, with almost no losses.

Thus, the team moved silently.

There was no grand display, no fluttering banners, just the sight of shadows slipping through the forest like a black stream in the snow, avoiding the main body of the Bug Corps, keeping a distance from large nests, and sneaking toward Frost Halberd City from the flank.

Fortunately, the outer perimeters had already been cleared by the Dragon Blood Legion, and the density of Bug Corps had sharply declined.

So long as they stayed away from the Doomsday Nest and the few remaining large nests, they wouldn't attract a massive assault.

And to avoid their "opportunism" being too obvious, Louis also had the team take down several groups of Bug Corps and one nest.

Flames surged into the sky, flamethrowers roared.

The stench of burning, rancid acid mixed with the ignited Bug shells, as the Red Tide Knight Order crushed the Bug Corps with their signature "high-temperature suppression tactics," achieving remarkable results, while also making an effort to appear natural.

As they prepared to temporarily stop and regroup, a rider rushed in, cloaked in the Frost Halberd emblem, shouting from afar: "Viscount Louis of the Red Tide! Duke Edmund requests your immediate presence in the city!"

The knight reined the horse, saluted.

Louis glanced at the knight order behind him, his tone was calm yet incontestable: "Follow me into the city. Do not cause trouble."

"Yes, my lord!" They all respectfully acknowledged the order.

Hooves trampled the snow, iron armor clanged.

Dozens of Red Tide Knights lined up and marched, in the twilight resembling a silently burning torch, understated yet exuding a determined edge.

However, just as they stepped into the outskirts of Frost Halberd, they heard rumbling and smelled the stench of burning and charring ahead.

A nest was being breached, in the center of the battlefield, with the Empire's strongest legion—the Dragon Blood Legion at work.

They were split into three columns, with heavy shield infantry pressing forward, the fighting energy surged beneath their iron armor.

On both flanks, knights charged like thunder, with blades flickering, Bug Corps' flesh and blood flying.

In the rear, a support phalanx of fire spearmen, magic explosion spears tore through the air, accurately hitting the incubation chamber.

The entire nest was dissected in less than a quarter of an hour, its trunk scorched by flames, black blood gushing, filled with unending wails.

The Bug Corps barely had a chance to form before being torn apart on the spot under the cooperative fighting energy.

Louis pulled the reins and quietly watched for a while.

He didn't show a look of surprise; instead, he glanced back at his own cavalry behind him.

Each one was battle-hardened, proficient in using fire weapons, a tactical miracle for "overcoming great odds."

But now, in comparison to the iron torrent, marching in unison before him…

The figures of the Red Tide Knights suddenly appeared crude and frail.

It was not that they weren't strong, but the sheer disparity in level.

"This... this is the Dragon Blood Knight Order." Knight Lino, sensing the change in atmosphere, proactively introduced.

He raised his hand pointing to a red-armored figure charging forward, his voice filled with respect: "That one, you must recognize... the bravest on the front line, wielding a greatsword cutting open the back cavity of the nest... is none other than your brother, Gaius Calvin."

Louis watched that back like a burning sun.

His opponent's entire fighting energy surged like magma, transforming into a Flame Slash Domain, with one sweep of the sword, even the nest's body was scorched and torn, bursting with intense blasts.

It was the heat shockwave from peak fighting energy compressed to the limit.

Even from a hundred meters away, Louis felt the air becoming thick and hot as if being baked.

He felt a bit shocked inside, then nodded slightly: "...So this is the power of a Peak Knight."

After watching for a while without delay, hoofbeats trod the snow, and the Red Tide Knight Order followed Louis into the West Gate of Frost Halberd in single file.

Just inside the city gate, they were hit with a strong smell of gunpowder smoke.

The snow had long been stained black with mud and blood, and makeshift defenses and field hospitals were set up along the street.

On the temporarily converted transport channel, there were carts carrying away wreckage, craftsmen urgently transporting ammunition, and military doctors bustling about, the air was full of a deadly chill like frost wind piercing the skin.

"Settle in." Louis dismounted and ordered, "Everyone remains on standby, do not act without my command."

"Yes, my lord." The Red Tide Knights quickly lined up, orderly as before.

Clad in a cloak, he stepped into the main castle alone.

Deep in the castle, in the temporary chamber, the fireplace was still warm, papers and battle maps spread across the table.

Duke Edmund was leaning on a chair, weary yet still commanding.

He caught sight of Louis at a glance, frowning slightly: "Why have you come? Is something wrong in the Red Tide territory? How is Emily?"

"There's nothing wrong." Louis slightly bowed, speaking steadily, "The situation in Red Tide Territory and Snow Peak County has stabilized, the main forces of the nests were mostly drawn to the vicinity of Frost Halberd by you. I thought since the decisive point of the battle is here, I should come and take a look."

The Duke didn't speak immediately, just stared at him for a moment, then softly spat out two words: "Reckless. This is the place of final battle, not for a viscount like you to meddle."

His words were stern, but his tone was not loud, as if scolding, yet also probing.

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