Arthur's group had to face an overwhelming number of enemies with around nine thousand men. However, even though the enemy had more soldiers, Emery doubted they would give the former much trouble, not with a dozen golden knights and a hundred silver knights on his side. That was not even mentioning how Arthur himself was a capable fighter and a worthy leader.

After hearing the news the messenger brought, Emery couldn't stop thinking that Meave had something to do with the situation. Before the battle started, he didn't find any trace of her and unfortunately, he had been focusing too much on sensing and directing his own battle since then.

Thus, he had somehow forgotten about the other party. After all, he couldn't spend too much energy and time to track an enemy that may or may not be there.

Now that he heard the news, Emery quickly used his spirit reading to scan the area of the northern battle, and the result he perceived was quite shocking. Not only was it true that Arthur's group was being pushed back, he also sensed something different, or rather, peculiar about the other side's fighters.

Luckily, the southern battle was pretty much settled by this point. He was sure he could trust the Jarl's honor not to break their promises.

Hence, he told the others to quickly make their way toward the northern battle. He decided to leave Luna and Kastan with fifty men of the Quintins' army, to stay on guard just in case the Danes decided to break their promise.

What Emery did right now was quite a risky move that needed a leap of faith for the Danes to hold their promise. But with what he had sensed through his spirit reading, he knew he needed to make this call.

"Cavvi! Galahad!" shouted Emery as he prepared to cast [Spatial Gate]. "All of you, quickly move the men to the North battle!"

After he finished saying that, he quickly created a spatial gate for himself and the Fey sisters to quickly arrive at the northern battlefield.

As they arrived and took a better look at the scene, Emery realized the situation was more dire than he had thought.

Just a few hours ago, within the north battlefield.

Arthur raised his majestic sword and let out a scream, stoking the morale of his men like pouring oil into a furnace. They fought against the mighty, larger armies of Norgales and the northern tribes.

The eight thousand men on Camelot's side, the cavalry from both sides, and even the archer units had all already been engaged in what seemed to be an all-out collision between the two forces. Screams and shouts being flung around like groceries, while blood and body parts scattered around the battlefield.

With excellent tactics and leadership, Arthur was able to carve the path through the ranks of the enemies and destroy them till kingdoms come, eventually causing his allies to gain an upper hand.

Every charge from the knights on the armored horse could kill hundreds of them. But after a few dozen charges toward such a huge army, more knights were brought down from their horses and the charge gradually became less effective.

The golden knights, Bors, Dagonat, Yvain, Percival, Gawain and Arthur himself could increase the fighting spirit of the men especially against the enemies' fierce fighters of the north, which resulted in the Briton army could kill two men before the enemy could hurt one of theirs.

Meanwhile, Arthur fought like a fierce beast among his men. Each of his swings were calculated and no moves were wasted as the enemies fell under his blade one by one. He continued on his rampage while also relentlessly awakening the spirit of his men, showing the valor and competence of a king. An hour of such fierce battle passed, until he realized something was off.

Normally, the momentum that his armies currently had would force the enemy soldiers to retreat. But strangely, none of them were seen moving back. In fact, they kept on moving forward. They continued in advance regardless of what was happening to them, as if they were controlled like puppets.

All thirteen thousand of them kept on going. It was as if they had no place of return except in front. There was no option to retreat.

One of the hardest enemies to fight against in this battle were the painted warriors. They were barbaric tribes who colored their skin with white paints and markings, and they wore the bones of their enemies as a badge of honor.

These people fought erratically with any kind of weapon they could find, and whenever they managed to cut open the knights' limbs, they would start to bite and chew on their meat, causing the other knights to flinch and pale.

Cannibals!!

This gruesome and inhumane sight could make even the bravest men tremble, affecting their spirit. This situation had forced Arthur to once again spearhead his men against the enemy slaughter.

"Fightt!! Fightt!!" Arthur shouted with all his might. "These barbarians could never be allowed to pass into our cities!!"

Reminded of what they were fighting for, the Briton army once more steeled themselves to the fight. Their breathing was ragged and their sweat had even mixed with blood from both their wounds and the enemy, but still, they decided to push on.

"Haaaaa!!!"

Being in the front naturally made Arthur become the main target of the enemy attacks. One of the northern leaders, a large man carrying a massive spear with axe-like protrusions at the ends, came charging at him.

The man even could push his horse, break their two front legs and throw the horse down for the remainder of the battle.

Arthur managed to jump and draw his sword toward this man.

"ARRGG!!" wailed the man as Arthur's sword wound his body. The man swiftly recovered and I am Esca, Lord of the thousand spears! You will die by my hand!"

Each pierce and swing of the man spear appears to move the winds itself, causing the soldiers to be pushed back bit by bit.

As the front line fighter, Arthur stepped forward and took over the fight. With an equally fierce swing, he met the blow without hesitation. A sharp clang could be heard, piercing everyone's ears. To Arthur's slight shock, the strike was so straining, it pushed him back a few steps.

So, he has quite the strength to back his boast. Arthur could even say that the barbarian would probably win if his strength was the same as in the past. Since Emery started training him and helped him using the Gaia serum, his power has increased significantly.

Swiisshhh!! Clankk!!

The problem he had to face was not just Esca, but also the other warriors. Even with the golden and silver knights around, Arthur was the real prize on this battle, and every northern warrior could see it.

Dozens of painted skin warriors came charging with their weapons drawn. Fortunately, before they could go anywhere near Arthur, Gawain and Yvain dashed forward and swung their weapons, causing the front barbarians to quickly fall.

Clannkk!! Clankk!!!

They work together to kill all that surrounded them. But the enemy just keep coming toward them even after Arthur has finally pierced the fierce warrior Esca in the stomach. Like an endless flood, they kept on trying to overwhelm the three

At the last moment a cloud of dust could be seen near the horizon, along with the clop of many horses. A group a cavalry has come to help him, led by a woman in golden hair

"Attackk!!!"

Gwen came in the last moments, her beauty and bravery in battle once again inspired the man to raise their spirit and swing their weapons once again.

Finally the Brittania joint forces of 9000 managed to clear up the field of battle.

There was no more enemy left standing. All the Brittanias men all soaked in blood enemies and friend.

"Boorrrsss!!" "Victorryyy!" Shouted the golden knights and his brother who were currently limping wounded in the battlefield but pretty much alive.

Within a glance Arthur can see less than his 9000 still alive, but their lives was not in vain knowing 13000 invaders lies on the plains making the grass turn red. The smell of iron permeated the area, causing people to feel rather nauseous due to the sharpness, but they were victorious, and that is what truly matters

"We did it!" Shouted Sir Gawain.

The queen however reminded the men that their fight was not over, though she did so in the gentlest way possible.

"We should hurry and head to the east battle!"

"Yes of course" Arthur nodded and said.

He shouted "anyone still able to stand on their own, come with me, we are hea."

It was at this moment Arthur realized one figure was moving toward the plain of corpses.

A woman holding a weird looking staff stood in the sea of corpses and raised her staff, then slammed it to the ground. All of a sudden something that defied all comprehension unfolded in front of their eyes.

Arthur saw the corpses that lay on the field started to move yet again, despite how the stumps where their limbs were kept oozing blood, how their eyes were about to fall from their sockets, and the grip of their weapons shaky. They moved like a broken puppet on strings, each step took much more effort than it should, but one thing was clear.

The dead are rising.