Chapter 1448: The Night Before the Final Battle (Part 2)

Chapter 1448 -1357: The Night Before the Final Battle (Part 2)

“Fellow Dukes, death is not frightening!” Standing at the long table, Serafe waved his right fist high, “Death is a cool summer night, providing a carefree slumber!”

Contrary to common sense, compared to humans, vampires have a greater aversion to death, or rather they fear it more.

As creatures that have died once and are still half-alive, death is particularly terrifying.

Because becoming a vampire inherently means abandoning the hope of life in pursuit of living.

Eternity is the foremost pursuit of all vampires.

Second to that comes various pleasures and power.

After all, if you can live forever, what kind of pleasures and power wouldn’t you enjoy?

For vampires, lifespan and strength are proportional, hence this mobilization meeting led by Serafe.

Inside the tent obscured by thick curtains, silver candles burned with a blue glow, illuminating the tent as big as a room.

Amid the blue light, the vampires’ pale skin took on a bluish-gray hue.

Yet beneath this bluish-gray tint, each bore a trace of excitement.

“Indeed, death is not frightening!”

“We’ve said it, Your Majesty, we’re not afraid of death, not afraid of death!”

“Considering the current situation, the Holy Alliance has exposed a flaw, we should strike them hard!”

Upon discovering the Holy Alliance Army and investigating their swift retreat shortly after engagement.

As Chief of Staff, Lakunio believed it to be an unexpected retreat by the Holy Alliance Army.

Although this idea was besieged by numerous clan elders and Angel Envoys at the time, it has now proven correct.

In the suburb of Gragu Town, such an important place as Holy Grail Heights was garrisoned by only one battle group of the Holy Alliance.

After a series of fierce attacks launched by twenty thousand clan troops, the group quickly withdrew to the opposite side of Muddy Ditch River.

At the time, vampire commander Randon had intended to pursue, but was informed by scouts of a large enemy force.

The situation became obvious then.

The originally retreating Holy Alliance, upon realizing the Royal Court launched an attack, had to hastily engage.

Due to the ongoing retreat, troop consolidation was slow, by the time the Royal Court’s vanguard arrived, there was only one group at Holy Grail Heights.

Although after capturing Holy Grail Heights, the Holy Alliance’s subsequent army arrived, it was too late.

The most crucial Holy Grail Heights was seized and firmly defended until the main force’s arrival.

As for the Holy Alliance, they exposed a flaw, for after Holy Grail Heights was seized, they chose to defend along the river instead of withdrawing.

It may seem defending along the river was a good strategy without Holy Grail Heights.

But the fact is, the Holy Alliance Army clearly could have retreated, they didn’t have to fight on this battlefield.

If the Holy Alliance had retreated, the Royal Court would have had to abandon Holy Grail Heights gained due to the Holy Alliance’s accidental mistake.

Perhaps the Holy Alliance feared Serafe’s bluff, who would have thought she was serious!

Now with the main force of the Royal Court gathered, the Holy Alliance Army defending along the river cannot retreat, fearing a two-winged encirclement, they can only fight here.

It is truly a choice of fate!

Compared to other vampires’ enthusiasm, Cataloni quietly inquired Konyaz: “Lord Konyaz, what do you think?”

“Though we’ve occupied Holy Grail Heights, it’s not necessarily an advantage…” Konyaz glanced sideways at Cataloni.

Among the Angel Envoys, Cataloni is relatively the most rational and calm new generation commander.

After the apocalypse, in the reconstruction of the Blood Race’s Celestial Kingdom, Konyaz will undoubtedly be the Prime Minister, and the military will undoubtedly be handled by Cataloni.

Yet Konyaz cannot fathom, what Serafe speaks of as ascension, what exactly is it? Will there still be an army and Celestial Kingdom?

But that doesn’t matter, Konyaz doesn’t need to think about it, he just needs to focus on the battle.

Cataloni was persistent, still speaking softly: “Why do I feel this is a trap?”

“…Hard to say.”

“I find it hard to say, but you can, why don’t you?”

“At this point in the battle, who can persuade Her Majesty?” Konyaz said, clapping indifferently, “This battle must be fought, what we need to consider isn’t why to fight or where to fight, but how we can win.”

“Konyaz, will you really tolerate Lakunio…”

“Cataloni, Konyaz, what are you two discussing?” Serafe’s voice came from the podium.

Cataloni was momentarily speechless, while Konyaz stood and bowed: “We’re just saying, Her Majesty is wise and foresighted.”

Serafe’s originally inspiring words for many Angel Envoys and officers suddenly faltered, she looked at Konyaz and sighed: “I know I made it difficult for you.”

“It is my honor.”

Serafe felt something was off about Konyaz, but couldn’t place it, she just stared at Konyaz for a while before nodding.

Konyaz sat down, his demeanor even more composed.

Serafe did not look again at Konyaz and other “pessimists,” instead standing up: “Everyone, this is the final battle, half of the mountains and rivers of the Eastern Continent are beneath our feet.

All the Dukes know, the three big kingdoms almost entirely rely on the Holy Alliance, even the three Aier Crowns were sent to the Holy Alliance.

In this battle, once we seize victory, defeat the Holy Alliance, we’ll advance straight into the heart of the Thousand River Valley.

Now their main elite are here, all we need is to annihilate them in one go, then we can advance east smoothly!”

Serafe grandly waved her hand and spoke generously: “If you win, will I begrudge a few territories, hundreds of nobility titles, a dozen clans?

Fellow Dukes, listen up, if the Holy Alliance is exterminated, I only want the Thousand River Valley, the rest you can divvy up.

Windmill Lands, Golden Horn Bay, White Sand Land… all extremely fertile territories, I won’t take a thing, all yours!”

Upon hearing this explosive news, several clan elders and mid-level officers couldn’t contain themselves.

What does Serafe’s words mean?

This means, should the Eastern Continent be seized, all lands that could be gubernatorially governed would be given to soldiers and officers of this battle.

Land is trivial, what matters is the population and workshop resources on it.

A good piece of land can bring prosperity to a clan for centuries.

Bear in mind, the Western Continent is wasteland, its grain output very low, reliant on vast lands, sparse population, and skeletal zombies for work.

Whereas the Eastern Continent is fertile soil, even if cities and castles need to be shrouded by blood clouds, other regions can produce abundant resources.

More population, more blood provisions, more promotions, longer lifespans!

And Serafe’s imperial clan only wants a small Thousand River Valley, while granting all other lands to them, what kind of reward is this.

The clan elders and mid-level officers present were all thrilled, as if they could see themselves departing their native clans, erecting their own.

However, the Angel Envoys, though quite excited, were not as delighted.

“The enemy’s total forces amount to no more than three and a half combat armies, totaling over seventy thousand, while we have nearly a hundred thousand soldiers!” Serafe opened her arms and shouted, “Besides, they committed irremediable errors, we have the upper hand, doesn’t this indicate something?”

“Seventy thousand against a hundred thousand, advantage us!” Some officer shouted below.

And Serafe echoed, nodding: “Yes, exactly that, Dukes, the fruits of victory are right before you, waiting for you to harvest!”

A crowd of clan elder officers stood up and bowed ceremoniously, while Serafe turned her gaze to Konyaz: “I am not skilled in tactics, I want to focus my energy on strategy, this battle, it’s up to you.”

“As you command, Your Majesty!” Konyaz kneeled halfway.