Chapter 555: Chapter 25: The Marshal’s Gift

Valentino pouted.

"Damn it, if only I were at the Legendary rank..."

"Don’t worry, it’s just a matter of time," Robson said with a smile.

Valentino was now also on the Warband panel.

But Robson didn’t know if the Warband panel could also help his subordinates break through to the Legendary rank.

"I’m just glad you’re okay."

"Those people just now, what was that about?" Valentino asked.

She had also noticed the dozen or so figures flying through the sky just a moment ago.

It was hard not to notice.

The auras of those people were too powerful. Even from down below, Valentino could feel the terrifying pressure.

"It’s probably Marsh... Grantham’s contingency," Robson said.

"Grantham... he’s truly formidable. I can’t believe even my father couldn’t outwit him," Valentino said with a wry smile.

"If he were truly so formidable, he wouldn’t be in his current situation."

"I’m going to go see what’s happening. You stay here," Robson said.

"It’s so dangerous..."

Hearing this, Robson looked at Valentino and sighed.

"Haven’t you recovered from the shock of the Magic Crystal Cannons yet?"

"Do I have a choice but to go?" Robson said with a bitter smile.

Valentino understood.

Robson was at the Legendary rank; everyone knew that.

Right now, her own side’s leader, Marquis Oscillate, and the future king, Prince Noah, were facing an assassination attempt not far from them. He had to go check on them, no matter what.

Although after that barrage from the Magic Crystal Cannons, Robson seriously doubted whether Prince Noah and the Marquis were still alive. But what if they were?

If he went, it might not be remembered, but if he didn’t, it would definitely be held against him.

"You... you be careful," Valentino said.

...

On the other side, the Magic Crystal Cannons had carried out an intense bombardment for a full ten minutes.

Those ten minutes were probably the longest ten minutes of Marquis Oscillate’s life.

Not even thirty years ago had he ever been this close to death.

Fortunately, he hadn’t been the primary target of the barrage.

With a Legendary-rank Extraordinary Guard by his side, combined with his own power at the Golden Ninth Tier and a pile of Life-Saving Scrolls in his ring, he had just barely managed to survive.

But even though he had survived, the Marquis was in bad shape.

About ten Magic Crystal Cannon blasts had landed on him, and the Marquis could already feel the severe internal injuries he had sustained.

’If I’m in this state, then the Prince...’

"Patriarch, how are you feeling?"

The Legendary Warrior was on the verge of death, asking through the pain with what little breath he had left.

The Marquis sighed at the sight.

"You should rest."

The Marquis looked around. The Magic Crystal Cannons had plowed the earth, and the thousand Extraordinary Knights were almost completely wiped out.

The only ones who could still get up and speak were at least at the Golden Ninth Tier of strength.

In the distance, a dozen or so figures were rapidly approaching.

...

After speaking with Valentino, Robson burst forward a few times and arrived at the battlefield.

As expected, the dozen or so figures were indeed there to carry out the assassination.

Three Legendary Warriors from the Frank Kingdom, two from the other human kingdoms, and some surviving Golden Warriors were fighting against them.

Robson hadn’t yet spotted Prince Noah.

Just as Robson was about to join the battle, he was unexpectedly blocked by two people.

One was incredibly tall, three meters high. At that height, it was obviously not a human.

The other was about 1.8 meters tall.

"Stop, General Robson..."

"Who are you?" Robson frowned.

"Who am I?"

"Don’t you have a guess?"

The 1.8-meter-tall human chuckled.

"Grantham?" Robson asked.

The man nodded and removed his hood.

"Can we talk for a moment?" the Marshal said with a smile.

"Survive two of my strikes first, then we’ll talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, Robson raised his Knight’s Sword and charged.

’What a joke, I’m not an idiot.’

’The Marquis’s fate is unknown, but he could be watching from somewhere.’

’Chatting with the enemy leader in the middle of a major battle, right in front of my boss? I’d have to have been kicked in the head by a donkey to do that.’

The Marshal had no choice but to receive the attack.

As Robson fought Grantham, he felt no killing intent from the Marshal’s moves and relaxed internally. Although Robson’s every strike still aimed for vital points, Grantham had no trouble defending against them.

"What do you want to say?"

Robson asked while they fought.

"Your tactics were very effective."

"Hm?"

Hearing this, Robson didn’t know what to say.

’Using my ultimate right in their face?’

"Heh heh..."

The Marshal didn’t say much more.

"You’ve reached the Legendary rank. Not bad. Almost ten years faster than me."

"Keep up the good work... You’re smarter than me. You won’t end up in my situation."

"Is this all you came to say?"

Robson’s sword strikes became a bit more ferocious.

"Don’t be fooled by the heretical cult...

I have some regrets, but it’s too late. The high command of the Frank Kingdom probably has their moles too..."

"This is a gift for you. If you find it useful, help protect my old subordinates in the future."

"I’m the one who rebelled. They don’t deserve to be dragged down with me."

The Marshal tossed out a Storage Ring.

Robson reached out and caught it. Just as he was feeling puzzled, a massive force struck him.

The three-meter-tall warrior had made a move.

The force was immense, sending Robson flying back several meters.

...

Grantham left Robson and immediately headed toward Marquis Oscillate.

"Oscillate..."

"Long time no see."

"You’ve taken on a good son-in-law."

The Marquis was in a chaotic battle with several black-robed figures.

Marshal Grantham waved his hand.

The black-robed figures stopped attacking the Marquis.

Oscillate looked at the man before him.

"Grantham, so you really aren’t dead," the Marquis said.

The Marquis had calmed down by now.

"Neither you nor Louis III are dead, so how could I die?" the Marshal chuckled.

"Do you think you’ve won? The army is already on its way here. None of you will escape today," said the Marquis.

"We never planned on running."

"I just came to see... an old friend."

As Grantham spoke, he heavily emphasized the last two words.

"Were you really bewitched by the heretical cult?" Marquis Oscillate asked.

"They’ve never been anything good."

"Of course I know that. But compared to you people?"

"I just wanted to use them to get rid of you. That’s all."

Marshal Grantham chuckled lightly.

"You’re still the same."

Marquis Oscillate let out a breath, his eyes turning ice-cold.

"Do you know why you’ve ended up like this today?

You only ever think about your own position."

"Before, I told you to wait, not to rush to take the Marshal title, that His Majesty needed time to gain control of the army. You wouldn’t listen.

Later, I told you to wait, to consider the position of Marquis for the next generation..."

"With your accomplishments, if you had listened to just one piece of my advice, you wouldn’t have ended up like this."

"I was just taking what I deserved!" the Marshal roared.

Seeing that Marquis Oscillate still wanted to speak, the Marshal attacked directly.

"Enough with the useless talk!"

"Oscillate, let’s see if you’ve improved at all after all these years!"

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