The Cornflower Witch Chapter 273

Under the night sky, Sylphidya rode forward. The fortress in the distance was burning in the night, and the city walls were filled with fighting figures.

“The city ahead is Split-Axe City, my lady,” a Regas cavalryman riding beside her informed the girl.

“How are things there?” Sylphidya asked.

“We received a report from our trained eagles that there are many troops stationed in the city at the moment, and they occupy many high points. Our battle is very difficult, and I fear we cannot hold on for long.”

“I understand.”

Sylphidya leaned down and took out a fragrant carrot, feeding it to her Wind Horse, then placed several red currants into its mouth.

Whispering into the Wind Horse’s ear, the girl gently instructed, “Tonight will be eventful, and we must face it together. Run hard, I believe your potential goes far beyond this.”

Chewing its food, the white Wind Horse neighed in the night wind. Its hooves rose and fell continuously, its speed increasing until it became a white comet, breaking away from the team and rushing towards the distant cliff fortress.

Across the wilderness, nearly a thousand cavalrymen galloped forward, following closely behind the girl, chasing her silhouette as they charged towards the burning fortress city.

These cavalrymen came from various towns in Regas. Some were Regas people resisting Anti, some were Hundred-Eyed cultists following the Descenders, and a small number were Anti soldiers surrendered by Sylphidya.

While Sylphidya shattered their front line suppressing the Regas people, she also rescued them from the vengeful encirclement of many Regas.

“I know you don’t want to die in a foreign land, and I know you don’t have many rights to choose. If you want to live, follow me and fight for me. I can promise you that I will let you all return home alive.”

In the burning light, facing the Regas people holding spears and blades, their eyes filled with hatred, these desperate Anti soldiers could only kneel on one knee, seeking the protection of this powerful figure.

The charm of a person is hard to describe. Perhaps exquisite beauty can move most people, but the figure wielding a sword and easily tearing through enemy lines on the battlefield is just as captivating.

That power was simple and unadorned, that glory of victory, like the most brilliant gem in the night, attracted countless figures to follow.

In the dark night, the girl ascended the city wall, her figure gracefully soaring. The sword in her hand spun and flashed continuously, severing thrusting steel spears, piercing sturdy heavy armor. Sparks flew, metal fragments broke, and enemy after enemy blocking her path fell.

A knight, clad in black heavy armor and wielding a greatsword, guarded Split-Axe City. He stepped forward, his eyes through the helmet’s slit fixed on the girl who had reached the city wall.

The mighty greatsword sliced down vertically, the air current it generated stinging the faces of the surrounding soldiers.

For the first time, the girl paused, gripping her sword with both hands, parrying the downward slash of the greatsword. Sizzling sparks flew, and fragments of the blade scattered. Then, the two clashed again, the knight’s greatsword gleaming with silver cold light, a dangerous aura radiating from it.

This time, the longsword in Sylphidya’s hand shattered, its broken blade grazing her cheek, leaving a trace of blood.

After dodging, Sylphidya discarded the broken sword and gazed at the powerful heavy-armored knight, her eyes flickering with starlight. She slowly raised her wrist from under her black sleeve, and a golden long blade materialized from the void, settling back into her hand.

Then the girl moved again, the golden blade twisting and dancing with her figure in the night wind, like flowing golden light, appearing between her black skirt and sleeves. Golden slashes also fell on the heavy-armored knight, one after another.

Until a certain moment, all these golden cracks shattered completely with another strike, scattering from the city wall.

With a thud, the heavy-armored knight fell heavily to his knees, his head bowing, slowly losing breath. At this moment, a trickle of dark red blood slowly flowed from his brow.

After the death of the strongest defender in Split-Axe City, the remaining Anti soldiers lost all will to fight and began to flee.

At this moment, the image of the black-haired girl standing on the city wall, holding her blade, was deeply etched in everyone’s minds.

The city gates slowly lowered, and cavalrymen galloping across the wilderness rushed into Split-Axe City, shouting loudly.

“Surrender and live!”

“Now, we Regas people will take over this city. Any Anti person who lays down their weapons and raises their hands high will not be harmed!”

Their voices spread throughout the city, and the thundering hoofbeats of horses trampled through the night, ending the remaining battles in the city.

Half an hour later, the Anti Kingdom’s flag on the city wall slowly lowered, and the dark flag of Regas slowly rose.

Afterward, surrendered Anti soldiers were led out and gathered in the square. Along both sides of the road stood figures holding weapons, some Regas people, some unfamiliar cultists in black and red robes, and even Anti soldiers who had not changed their armor. At this moment, they seemed to have no national or factional distinctions, standing tall. When all these captured Anti soldiers reached the square, a black-haired figure hurried over. She ascended the high platform in the square, and all the soldiers in the square simultaneously knelt on one knee, saluting this king.

Such a scene shocked the captured Anti soldiers, and even many residents of Split-Axe City watching were greatly surprised by the figure on the high platform.

From any angle, this was a girl with a delicate face, who didn’t look particularly imposing. However, the golden long blade still stained with blood in her hand silently spoke volumes.

In the faint golden firelight, she put away her blade, and her clear, pure blue eyes slowly swept across the entire scene. Her voice was clear and gentle, bringing an unconscious calm to everyone.

“Now, you must make a choice: either follow me to liberate more towns, or face deserved judgment and atone for your sins.”

“If you follow me, I can promise you that after everything is over, you will return home safely.”

“However, not everyone will have this opportunity.” Sylphidya looked at the soldier who ran up beside her.

“My lady, this is the list we verified with the city residents.”

After taking the list, Sylphidya glanced at it, then handed it to the scholar beside her, who had only been rescued a few hours ago.

“I will announce the judgment on behalf of Lady Sylphidya,” the scholar began.

“Those on the list are individuals who have committed unforgivable atrocities. You will be handed over to the local residents for punishment.” After his words fell, the surrounding residents cheered loudly, some even raising their weapons and fists.

Then, name after name was called out, and the individuals were taken away by the Regas soldiers. Soon, these people were executed by local residents acting as executioners.

Seeing this scene, many Anti soldiers turned their heads, fear and relief rising in their hearts simultaneously.

For the next two minutes, the Anti soldiers present could not bear the angry gazes of the surrounding residents. One by one, they bowed their heads, declaring their willingness to follow and pledge allegiance to this new king.

Sylphidya knew they held little loyalty and didn’t care much. All she wanted was to end this rampant chaos.

If these people escaped, Sylphidya wouldn’t intervene, as long as they no longer appeared in her sight. If they chose to follow her, all the better; she would have more sufficient strength to solve problems, and she was confident that in the end, she could provide these reformed soldiers with a safe haven.

Seeing their oath, Sylphidya nodded, instructing her followers to re-equip the surrendered Anti soldiers with weapons and armor, and to provide them with warhorses.

This immediate display of trust left the Anti soldiers somewhat bewildered, but fortunately, some predecessors had already set an example for them, showing them what to do next.

“Now, everyone mount up and follow me to the next city.”

The city gates opened again, and a mighty procession once more plunged into the night, rushing towards the surrounding towns. The entire siege and recruitment process took less than forty minutes, unbelievably fast.

However, that galloping figure possessed such a unique charisma that people were willing to follow her, moving forward relentlessly.

In the dark, towns were lit, then extinguished, and the flags on the high towers changed one by one.

Even a utopian ideal can become reality if someone believes and acts, right?

The galloping procession continued to expand, rapidly developing tacit understanding and discipline through repeated attacks, until the last town in the southern Regas territory returned to stability, and its flag changed colors.

At this moment, in the distant night sky, layers of dark clouds spread open, and a striking silver-blue mist beacon rose, a strange and eerie aura slowly descending upon the world.

Sylphidya rode out of the small town behind her, looking towards the mist beacon rising among the distant mountains, feeling the faintly calling “alien” aura.

That was the headquarters of the Hundred-Eyed Cult, and also the final battlefield tonight, Sylphidya murmured to herself.

“Now, we advance in the direction of the beacon’s ascent.”

“Yes.”

The sound echoed through the dark night, and long blades were drawn from their sheaths, pointing towards the sky.

This group of figures once again spurred their horses and whips, following the girl into the night.