Chapter 1437 - 1346: I’m Fishing

Chapter 1437: Chapter 1346: I’m Fishing

"What do you mean blocked in the canyon with total annihilation?" Serafe couldn’t believe his ears, "What were they doing staying in the canyon?"

"Maybe, maybe it was... for, for ambushing the Holy Alliance Army..."

"Ten thousand people squeezed into a canyon three to four hundred meters wide, who are they trying to ambush?" Lakunio rarely couldn’t figure it out.

Seeing the two were puzzled, the aide could only smile bitterly and explain the whole story.

"Even if there were ten thousand pigs, it shouldn’t be that they couldn’t be stopped for half a day, right?" Serafe’s already grim face turned even grimmer, "Ten thousand pigs couldn’t come up with this idea, how did Grupside manage it?"

Luring the enemy into an ambush is normal, but ten thousand against three thousand, having everything calculated without surprise, yet they couldn’t defeat even three thousand cavalry!

Sometimes, Serafe really doubted who was truly the extraordinary species between the Holy Alliance humans and the vampires.

Are Holy Alliance humans and Imperial humans really the same species?

But since things had reached this point, time couldn’t be reversed, so Serafe could only keep moving forward.

"Urgently order the whole army to march, consume the last supply, and force through the final Warm Intestine Canyon road!"

With Serafe’s command, the exhausted vampire soldiers stood up, grabbed their carried blood meals, and bit down.

As each corpse toppled over, the exhausted vampires present all showed slightly better expressions.

Serafe was not stingy, sliced open his palm again, spraying out rolling red mist that burrowed into the soldiers’ nostrils.

All the vampire soldiers present simultaneously clapped their hands like chicken claws against their chests, trembling and convulsing, rolling their eyes, and making "Oh ho ho ho ho—" sounds.

Once the red mist dispersed and the intoxication faded, an extra shade of blood appeared in the eyes of all the vampire soldiers.

It was the night of December 13th, the last day, and the Holy Alliance’s pursuers were only ten miles away.

And they could likely attack and intercept at any moment, despite the zombies along the riverside harassing them.

Serafe no longer cared about longevity, just use it when needed!

The troops rushed like a scarlet long serpent through the river valley.

The Royal Court clan soldiers’ steps were swift and orderly, the heavy blood-contract muskets bumping against their waists with rhythmic clashing sounds.

The hills on both sides of the river valley were pitch-black, like dormant giant beasts.

The soldiers instinctively clutched their weapons tightly, scanning the slopes vigilantly, fearing the Holy Alliance’s ambushers would suddenly emerge.

Serafe raised his hand and waved, a wisp of red mist drifted toward the left hill, exploding in a weak red light mid-air: "No ambushers on the left, advance with full strength!"

"The last thirty miles! Charge through it, and you can breathe!" Her voice rang out again, carrying an imperceptible urgency and excitement.

But her thoughts were not on the present, but farther away, beyond the Warm Intestine Canyon road.

Does Serafe want to destroy the Holy Alliance?

No!

She only wants Saint Son Horn!

In fact, destroying the Holy Alliance is merely a sufficient condition for killing the Saint Son, but not a necessary one.

Moreover, if she ever destroyed the Holy Alliance and Horn hid away, she still couldn’t do anything to Horn.

This is also one of the reasons she was growing more impatient.

If Horn learned the whole story, he might sneak away, draining her until she was dead, then enjoy the spoils.

It’s all Miseria’s fault, for implanting the Holy Tree seed in Horn, otherwise, who would be resurrected if she truly died?

Thus, the plan that Serafe and Konyaz drafted from the start had only one objective.

It wasn’t to charge into the core of the Holy Alliance, that was actually the secondary option, the true primary was to lure the enemy.

If luring failed, then there would be a subsequent battle to invade the Holy Alliance’s heartland.

But now that luring succeeded, it’s a different matter.

Serafe’s purpose was to lure Horn onto a fixed battlefield and then personally kill him.

Even the victory in this battle wasn’t a necessary condition, it only required her to personally kill Horn, and then both the Empire and Holy Alliance would instantly turn to ashes.

It’s true ashes in the literal sense, as the Eternal Fire would burn the entire planet to cinders, ensuring the Witch was among them, forcing her into a second slumber.

But now with Horn as the interdimensional wanderer, the situation is different.

Once he’s killed, the two anchor points become ownerless, allowing her to directly revive using Horn’s shell.

Horn himself wasn’t marked by the Eternal Fire, so even if the True God Witch revives, she won’t be burned to death by the Eternal Fire.

Serafe’s real target was actually to kill Horn, and the destruction of the Holy Alliance was merely her strategic deception, probably nobody guessed it!

Thus, upon realizing Horn had been tricked, she immediately ordered the frontline troops of the new five counties to retreat and gather at the Winter Embrace River Valley.

If viewed from the goal of attacking the Holy Alliance, this was a massive blunder, or one could say this attack plan was a massive blunder.

But if seen from the perspective of encircling and killing Horn, it’s a logical move.

Yet Horn himself didn’t know this, naturally he’d pursue with the army, trying to encircle and kill Serafe.

Little did he know, the one being encircled wasn’t me, Serafe, but actually you, Horn!

The army doesn’t matter, the Holy Mechanism Court doesn’t matter, the most important person is you, Horn.

You thought I was the bait, and you were the angler, but in reality, it’s the other way around; I’m the angler!

Looking at the increasingly close canyon entrance, Serafe felt her mood suddenly brighten, even could be said her heart opened up.

Those six days of relentless pursuit, frustration, and fatigue were all dispelled and vanished at this moment.

She just needed to annihilate the Holy Alliance army at this canyon entrance, for compared to the narrow canyon entrance, surely the Royal Court had the upper hand in occupying the open ground.

Putting aside other factors, just talking about the density of projectile fire, it was definitely the Royal Court’s victory.

And the Holy Alliance would never expect that the army in front of them was actually the Royal Court’s main force, and not the rest of the clan’s troops.

Then compared to six thousand Holy Alliance troops pursuing, twenty thousand clan troops seemed insignificant.

Compared with retreat, the more logical action was to attack!

Using time and information gaps, she’d lure the Holy Alliance troops out of the canyon road, and she’d have the chance to slay Horn on a frontal battlefield.

This wasn’t her ordinary confidence, but the confidence brought by the extraordinary.

She was Witch Lilith, the first witch able to wield blood magic and necromagic!

Miseria borrowed her extraordinary abilities for the Divine Art, fundamentally through the Holy Tree and Ael’s seven crowns as relay stations.

Theoretically speaking, as long as Serafe seized five crowns, she could cut off the performance of Divine Art.

And she gathered blood magic and genuine necromagic that could be used on vampires into one person, essentially the same as Horn who possessed the Holy Tree seed and Ael’s crown.

Her extraordinary spell was enough to take the head of a general in front of two armies as long as she had an opportunity on the battlefield.

With her mind calculating while others are not, she was enough to kill Horn himself.

Hope was just ahead.

Passing through the narrow and eerie canyon entrance, Serafe rode at the forefront.

Standing up on the stirrups, she lost her composure for the first time and spread her arms open wide, a triumphant smile on her face.

Having reached here, the six-day run ended, her first-stage plan was completed.

The other vampires were equally excited, although not understanding why, but seeing Serafe excited, they also got excited.

Yet as their excitement lingered, they began feeling something was wrong because Serafe’s smile froze on her face.

"Where are the Royal Palace troops?" she screamed, "Where are my Royal Palace troops?!"