I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 283 - 270: The Great Defeat that Shook the Capital!

Chapter 283: Chapter 270: The Great Defeat that Shook the Capital!

“Lord Gard, are we simply to follow the command of the Second Prince like this? Duke Rickman has already set out to suppress those rebellious miners; I estimate it won’t be long before they triumph,”

In a wilderness a few kilometers from the battlefield, a Knight, seeing his own lord’s casual pace, couldn’t help but ask.

To quell those rioting miners was an easy feat, were they really content to just hand it over?

“What can we do, when we only have so few men? Can we really outdo them?” Earl Gard sighed helplessly.

The Second Prince only granted him fifteen hundred men; with so few, nothing substantial could be done. He didn’t even dare to get too close to the battlefield, for fear that the Duke might suddenly turn his guns on them, annihilate their thousand men, and then pin it on the miners.

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Gard sighed long and hard, utterly puzzled by what exactly the Prince was trying to accomplish, even giving him a bizarre mission before leaving the royal capital…

Suddenly, everyone present simultaneously felt the ground shake violently, followed immediately by the booming sound of artillery fire from afar, audible even across several kilometers.

“Is the battle so fierce already?” Gard was surprised, but then considered it was probably the Archbishops employing some powerful Divine Arts; it seemed the victory would be decided soon.

Just as Gard had thought, a dense, dark mass of people appeared on the horizon of the distant wilderness.

Could these be the defeated miners?

Thinking so, Gard drew his long sword, and the knights and guards by his side also gripped their weapons tightly, faces filled with excitement.

Unexpectedly, Duke Rickman, with so many elite troops, hadn’t managed to completely wipe out those miners.

But this was a good opportunity for them; to return with a few miners’ heads would make this trip worthwhile and give them something to report back.

“Wait, that seems to be the Duke’s army…” A sharp-eyed guard suddenly noticed something amiss.

Gard paused, and only then realized that among the fleeing crowd, some were still in armor bearing the kingdom’s insignia… These could not possibly be miners!

Moreover, the one leading at the forefront he recognized well – it was none other than Marquis Seren of the kingdom!

Just over ten days ago, Seren had led his personal troops to follow Duke Rickman in military campaign, his spirits high; yet now, this noble lord of the kingdom was completely devoid of his former nobility, his face covered in blood, his clothes in tatters, utterly disheveled.

The soldiers following him looked even more ghastly, nearly every one of them disheveled, their armor battered and broken, continuously crying out, “Hell… Hell has descended!” “The great Lord has forsaken us, divine punishment… this is divine punishment!”

“Lord Seren, what has happened?” An utterly shocked Gard hurried forward to stop him and asked.

“Fire rain… fire rain everywhere… the army has collapsed… Earl Johnson is dead, Duke Rickman too… it’s the Wizard, it’s related to the Wizard, this riot of the miners…” Seeing Gard, Seren looked as if he had seen a savior, his face deathly pale as he spoke.

He had seen Duke Rickman being thrown from his horse, and it was likely he was now more dead than alive.

As Seren ceaselessly recounted, Gard finally understood the course of events. A terrifyingly powerful wizard had appeared on the battlefield and unleashed an immensely powerful magic, leading to the legion’s rout.

To defeat a legion single-handedly, Gard couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer terror of such power.

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“Quick, those demons could catch up to us at any moment. Escort me back to the capital immediately. We must report this to His Majesty and the Church!” Seren clutched Gard’s arm desperately as he spoke.

“Don’t be in such a hurry, Lord Seren. What about Archbishop Nord? Are they behind us?” Gard pulled his arm away from Seren’s grasp and asked again.

Seren shook his head in terror. It seemed they had been targeted by the wizard, as a rain of fire had relentlessly pursued them.

An archbishop had his head struck by a huge cannonball from nowhere, splattering brain matter, and died on the spot, so their only chance was to scatter and flee!

“Well, that makes things easier!” Gard’s eyes twinkled as he spoke with a touch of regret. “I’m sorry, Lord Seren, but I’m afraid I can’t take you to the capital. However…”

“I can take you to meet the Duke!”

Upon hearing this, Seren’s face drastically changed, but Gard had already swung his sword, striking Seren’s head, and blood sprayed out instantly.

Seren’s body slumped down limply and he fell off his horse, his face still showing a look of disbelief.

“Attack, kill them!” Earl Gard raised his blood-stained blade and pointed towards the soldiers behind Seren, shouting loudly.

The soldiers who had come with Gard to scout were his and Prince Hattar’s personal troops, who would execute even the most outrageous commands without hesitation.

After a brief hesitation, a massacre began!

The soldiers who had fled with Seren never expected that, having just escaped from that hellish battlefield, they would be betrayed by “their own” once again.

Moreover, in their haste to escape, they had already cast aside their cumbersome weapons. They had no capacity to resist, and fleeing was futile; no matter how fast they ran, they couldn’t outpace the speed of arrows and crossbows…

Gard wielded his long sword, reaping the lives of soldier after soldier. This was a secret order from Prince Hattar to leave as many men here as possible, weakening the forces of the Church and those under Prince Harold.

Previously, Gard had thought all this a mere pipe dream. How could those mere mine slaves ever stand against the kingdom’s regular army, let alone cause any significant trouble?

Now the reality was proving to him that this was not just a ripple, but a mountainous tsunami!

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After the quadruple slaughter through cannons, rifles, fire rain, and Gard’s assault, the 15,000 elite troops led by Rickman to subdue the mine slaves were decimated, leaving only about twenty cavalrymen frantically escorting Archbishop Nord as they scurried back to the capital…

Meanwhile, the news of the great defeat spread rapidly throughout the entire capital!