Chapter 43 The Dragon Slaying Angel

This is it.

Liuchrome who was commanding the battle instinctually realized.

Although the front line had yet to collapse, Liuchrome had already received reports that many square formations had been destroyed.

Up till now, before a square formation got destroyed, Liuchrome would send reserve soldiers that were waiting in the rear to prevent it from happening. But now even that reserve had become empty. Only the heavy cavalry unit required in the final push was left to him.

Liuchrome was not stupid enough to haphazardly send the cavalry. If it was for assault he would have considered but it was defence. Using cavalry for retreating was basically using the troops in exactly opposite of their actual forte.

Heavy cavalry who are clad in full plate armour are an extremely powerful troop. On top of it they were the elites of the Temple Knights. Their ability was not to be doubted.

But, cavalrys biggest strong point is mobility and offensive ability. For example, when the opponent is at a disadvantageous position, if they have to intercept a charge from the flank by the cavalry as well, the enemy would be definitely slaughtered. Basically, if you use Cavalry with accurate timing, you could achieve victory instantly.

But, if the timing is messed up instead, the losses will not be laughable.

And if they were destroyed once, they didnt have any reserves for them either.

The horses they use along with their armour, compared to a soldier, the cost and time incurred to raise one cannot be even compared with each other.

Neither are they useful only in certain situations but they are also too valuable to use recklessly.

Thus, every famous commander in the history of the Arc continent read the flow of the battlefield first and then used these troops to display their maximum strength.

Liuchrome was not as talented as those famous commanders, but he knew the usability of each troop and did not lose calm when faced with a disadvantageous situation.

His outer appearance was certainly unique, but inside he was rational, and someone who could take calm and reliable decisions. That is why Ars chose him from among all his subordinates because he believed that Liuchrome could deliver the desired result.

And now, Liuchrome had realized faster than anyone else that if the current flow continued, the Crusaders would be definitely annihilated.

Therefore, before he has to face the worst situation, he decided it would be better to retreat for now.

To order the Crusaders, who are here to fulfil the will of god, was not an easy task for a mediocre commander at all.

They cannot step back, neither they had any plans, thus there was no choice but sacrifice the Crusaders while wishing the God for a miracle. A mediocre commander could only take the above action.

And then God will grant a miracle to such a fool with a heart full of compassion; Liuchrome understood that such a thing would never happen.

A miracle is called a miracle because it is not meant to happen. Depending on such things was the same as accepting defeat from the start, Liuchrome thought so from the very bottom of his heart. That is why the ones who lead an army to victory were none other than the humans themselves that were fighting there.

And in such a position where they were about to lose, it was his duty to save as many soldiers as possible. Liuchrome was about to order the retreat, at that very moment,

*GUOOOOOOOO*

With a roar able to shake the heavens, a giant black object fell from the skies.

It was crashing directly near the front lines where both the armies were clashing.

At this moment both armies stopped their hands and quickly ran in all directions in order to save themselves.

The thing that was falling finally crashed on the Goldran hill that was already painted with blood.

Its identity was known by everyone here, but they did not realize it until it had actually fallen to the ground.

It was a giant black dragon.

The wings that could create a storm with just flapping were torn to pieces, the feet that made the earth tremble and the hands which had claws that could cut through anything had been completely severed from the body and incredible wounds could be seen.

The tail that was like the wall of a castle had also been severed and was nowhere to be found, the fortress like body itself was filled with places where the scales had been destroyed or torn off and the whole body was stained with blood.

And the burning fire-like eyes had less shine than a worn out ruby. Everyone there understood that the life of this giant body was running out.

The thing that had fallen from the skies was none other than the corpse of Dragon King Gaevinal.

Nobody noticed that on the forehead of this giant dragon kings body, a single shadow was there.

A cross spear that had penetrated deeply into the forehead, and the one who held it was a girl wearing a bloodstained robe.

It had become so dark red in colour that it was unknown whether it was due to blood spurts or was it her own blood. Her beautiful silver hair was also covered in red and had lost its original splendour. She was missing her right arm and maybe because