Chapter 528: Chapter 261: Have the Gray Dwarves Gone Mad?

"My lord! Look!"

Earl Uman cried out, pointing into the distance.

A towering, blood-red avatar stood between heaven and earth, its oppressive aura blanketing the entire area.

"The Beast Emperor!"

"It has horns on its head! It’s the Beast Emperor’s avatar!"

They didn’t need to look closely to recognize that aura.

As Franks, their blood recognized him before their eyes did!

SHING! SHING! SHING!

The crowd of Frankish Nobles unconsciously drew the Long Swords at their waists, their breathing quickening.

Even Robson, a man from another world, felt his heart pound as his hand drifted to the hilt of his sword.

Franks. Beastmen.

A thousand years of hatred was engraved in their very blood. This was no laughing matter.

The Frankish Nobles all turned to Robson, awaiting the orders of their commander.

Robson drew his Long Sword. He glanced around; the army had almost fully assembled.

"All troops!"

"Charge now!"

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The Beastman Emperor’s phantom avatar was dozens of meters tall.

Although Prince Noah, who was miles away, couldn’t see it, the Prince felt it the moment the phantom appeared.

Prince Noah couldn’t describe the sensation. He could only urge his warhorse onward.

「 」

Closer!

Robson stared ahead. His army was drawing closer and closer to the massive, blood-red formation.

The grand formation had already begun to dissipate, leaving only a faint mist in the air as proof of its extraordinary nature.

The mist thinned with every breath the Gray Dwarf Warriors took.

Robson spurred his warhorse on and raised his Dragon-slaying Sword.

"Long live the great Franks!"

"For the Franks!"

Robson roared and charged forward.

Following him were hundreds of noble Knights, hundreds of Extraordinary Cavalry, the Fengman Knight Order...

And ultimately, thousands upon thousands of Franks.

"For the Franks!"

"For the Franks!"

Nearly a thousand Cavalry, led by Robson, now charged toward the Beastmen’s line.

The soldiers of the First through Eighth Regiments were still mostly fresh.

Robson had begun the charge from over half a mile away, a distance long enough for the human Warriors to build up momentum for a close-quarters assault.

The roars of men and the thunder of hooves were a primal savagery, tearing the very land asunder.

BANG!

Just as Robson was about to reach the camp, preparing to ignite his Fighting Qi and smash through the stockade and all other obstacles...

Suddenly, a group of Gray Dwarves with crimson light glinting in their eyes charged out of the Beastmen camp.

"Humans!"

"Kill them!"

The Gray Dwarf Warriors charged out and launched a sudden attack.

Their leader was an Extraordinary of the Silver Sixth Tier.

This sudden development completely threw Robson for a loop.

’Gray Dwarves? What is going on?’

There wasn’t much distance between the two forces, only about three hundred meters.

’Are they charging out now just to die?’

It wasn’t just Robson; the other Frankish Nobles also turned to look at him.

Although Robson had never officially acknowledged it, everyone knew that the Gray Dwarves were currently allies of the humans.

"Sir, should we...?"

A cold glint flashed in Robson’s eyes.

’These Gray Dwarves actually dare to stand between me and the Beast Emperor.’

’Kemal is Lord Robson’s grand prize. As long as I can get my hands on him, I’ll skyrocket.’

’There is no room for error in this war.’

"Continue the charge! Crush anyone who dares to stand in our way!" Robson bellowed.

He wasn’t worried about the Gray Dwarves and the Purple-blooded Beastmen setting a trap for him, Lord Robson.

It was completely unnecessary. A trap like this would be an insult to the intelligence of both Monroe and Kemal.

His only concern was that Monroe might turn against him, Lord Robson, but that would be incredibly foolish of Monroe.

In the distance were thousands of human Extraordinary Warriors—the elite forces humanity had accumulated over a millennium as the dominant power. With them, plus his own thousands of elite troops, it would be no problem to wipe out the Gray Dwarves on the spot, as long as he was willing to pay the price.

Besides, this was the perfect opportunity to shed Lord Robson’s pro-Gray Dwarf reputation.

"For the Franks!"

Under the shadow of the Beast Emperor’s phantom, the slogan they usually shouted until they were sick of it took on a whole new meaning.

"For the Franks!"

Despite the unexpected complication with the Gray Dwarves, Robson’s overall momentum was unaffected.

The charge had simply shifted from breaking a wooden wall to plowing through Gray Dwarves.

"Die!"

Robson’s Silver Fighting Qi coursed through his body, transforming into a roaming dragon that enveloped him.

This was a move Robson had recently developed himself—another testament to the power of a Legendary.

Upon reaching the Legendary tier, one gained an intimate understanding of their own body and the use of Fighting Qi, making the creation of martial techniques an effortless endeavor.

As the aura of a Legendary First Tier expert flared, the sword in Robson’s hand shone with a dazzling white light, making him seem like the sun itself.

His remaining Lion Horse charged into the Gray Dwarf formation.

BOOM!

This time, he didn’t even use any so-called martial techniques. The sheer power of the Legendary tier was enough to fully unleash the potential of the Golden Tier magic weapon in his hand.

His full suit of armor hummed with power. The Lion Horse, sensing its master’s strength, didn’t hesitate for a moment and slammed directly into the Silver Tier Gray Dwarf leader.

"Aaargh!"

The Gray Dwarf leader tried to block with his hands, only for them to be incinerated into ash by the silvery-white Fighting Qi.

The Lion Horse crashed into the Gray Dwarf leader, sending him flying dozens of meters through the air.

"Get out of my way!"

Robson had no time to wonder what was going through these guys’ minds.

He continued his charge, followed by over a thousand Cavalry.

The several hundred Gray Dwarves who had rushed out to intercept them were no match for the humans.

The charge plowed straight through, and the Gray Dwarves were instantly swallowed by a tide of iron armor.

In one breath, Robson charged directly into the war-torn camp.

"For the glory of the Franks!"

"For the Franks!"

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The army charged all the way into the camp, and then Robson was dumbfounded.

This camp was the largest in the entire Beastman military complex, taking up half its total area.

Inside the camp, a bloody mist filled the air as the Gray Dwarves fought fiercely against the Purple-blooded Beastmen.

’Then what was the deal with that group of Gray Dwarves from before?’

Inside the camp, thousands of beings were locked in a chaotic melee, with no semblance of formation. Even the lowest-level gangs in Barishik were more organized than this.

Some Gray Dwarves, unable to reach the Purple-blooded Beastmen, had been left behind.

When they saw Robson charging in with his army, they looked like Jackal Wolves that had just spotted a goat.

"Humans!"

"Kill them!"

Group after group of Gray Dwarves bristled at the sight of Robson charging toward them with his army, and they roared as they rushed forward.

Robson casually sent one flying with his sword, getting a clear look at the blood-red color in the Dwarf’s eyes. He then recalled the blood-red aura he had seen blanketing the sky from a distance. How could he not understand? The Gray Dwarves had been set up by the Beast Emperor!

So, the question was, if the Gray Dwarves clearly weren’t trying to oppose Lord Robson intentionally... should he continue this fight?

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