1203 Let go of me!

“The Tudor family’s patriarch has been killed by Future Commander.” Wang Yun stood on the observation platform and heaved a long sigh of relief.

This long night was finally coming to an end. When the sun’s rays glittered down upon everyone, the Knights of Tudor and the Knights of Radiance suddenly lost their will to fight.

For a moment, no one could tell whether they had lost their fighting spirit because their patriarchs were dead or because they could not bear to taint this hard-earned moment of sunshine by spilling blood.

Or perhaps both were just excuses, and everyone did not actually want to sacrifice themselves.

Ren Xiaosu raised his saber and panted as he looked around. “Submit to me, or die.”

Actually, Yan Liuyuan had said this to the nomads before.

To a certain extent, Yan Liuyuan’s leadership sense was awakened earlier than Ren Xiaosu even though he was younger than Ren Xiaosu.

In the end, Ren Xiaosu also accepted what he had resisted in the past. This was a decision that symbolized power and responsibility.

“Shed your armor,” Ren Xiaosu said as he looked at the knights in front of him.

On the battlefield, the knights removed their steel armor and helmets, revealing their disheveled hair.

The sound of armor shedding rippled outwards from Ren Xiaosu like a wave.

All of the knights went down on one knee in Ren Xiaosu’s direction to express their loyalty to him.

Mel had once told Ren Xiaosu that the knights in the Kingdom of Sorcerers were extremely loyal.

At that time, Ren Xiaosu almost believed it. Perhaps there really were loyal people in the world?

But when he looked at the knights in front of him, he really could not believe any of that anymore.

It was still understandable that Qian Weining would leave after being betrayed by his clan’s patriarch. However, these Knights of Radiance and Knights of Tudor did not seem to have any intention of taking revenge at all after they saw their patriarchs killed.

However, Ren Xiaosu did not care if they were loyal or not. He only hoped a new order could be established on this land with the premise of submitting to Fortress 178.

Ren Xiaosu said coldly, “Summon the commanders of the Knights of Tudor and the Knights of Radiance to see me.”

After his order was passed, the two knight commanders walked hesitantly up to Ren Xiaosu and knelt down again. “We pledge loyalty to you til our deaths.”

“I don’t need your loyalty. I just need you to stand up and look at the bodies on the battlefield. Look at the corpses of the Norman and the Tudor families’ patriarchs and remember this moment.” Ren Xiaosu said calmly, “If you start getting other ideas one day, I hope this scene today will help you make the right choice.”

The young man in front of them was covered in blood and exuded an omnipresent aura of intimidation.

As Ren Xiaosu was talking, a loud stomping could be heard coming from outside the city. Everyone looked over and saw the “evil dragon” had arrived back outside Ghent City again. It tilted its head and peered into the city through the breach in the walls it had created.

Although Midnight’s body was stained with fresh blood, there were no wounds on it.

Everyone could imagine how miserable the House of Berkeley must have been when they encountered such a creature.

The House of Berkeley, which specialized in fire-elemental spells, could not even leave a trace of burn marks on Midnight’s body.

This creature, which had been snoozing and growing in a magma environment for over 200 years, happened to be the bane of the fire elemental-based sorcerer clan.

Ren Xiaosu did not allow it into the city in case it accidentally injured the civilians. Midnight remained obediently outside the city, but it seemed very curious about everything around it.

Watching the ferocious young man and his equally ferocious pet, the knights only felt that the entire scene in front of them was a confirmation the Kingdom of Sorcerers had been utterly crushed.

The two knight commanders lowered their heads in silence, their hearts filled with fear and reverence.

“Rise.” Ren Xiaosu looked at the two knight commanders in front of him and said, “Someone will come and take over from you both later. As for how to convince the other clans in the Kingdom of Sorcerers of my plans, that will depend on your performance.”

Only five sorcerer clans had participated in the war this time. They were the Tudors, the Normans, the Berkeleys, the Winstons, and the Vosses. But actually, there were dozens of other sorcerer clans. Although they were few in number, they were still a force to be reckoned with if they teamed up.

Thinking about it, these clans must have been secretly accumulating their strength as well.

But that was of no concern to Ren Xiaosu anymore. He would have to quickly return to Fortress 178 first.

Following this, Ren Xiaosu would be handing over everything here to Summer after her marriage alliance with Fortress 178. As for whether she could clear the obstacles standing in the Kingdom of Sorcerers’ way, that would be entirely up to the Sanctuary. If she were not capable enough to tackle these issues, Ren Xiaosu would not mind making a trip back to the Kingdom of Sorcerers after the war in the Central Plains was over.

Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt that the 6th Field Division was just like the expeditionary army he had encountered back then. They were the ones who were the invaders. But regardless, while it might be a little cruel to the people of the Kingdom of Sorcerers, his mission was to protect the Northwest and not the entire human race.

After the knights on the battlefield shed their armor and the knight commanders pledged their allegiance, the soldiers of the 6th Field Division erupted into loud cheers.

Luo Lan and the Great Hoodwinker slumped to the ground with their backs against each other, ranting about how tired they were. Suddenly feeling relieved, Wang Yun nearly crashed to the ground when the burden was lifted. Fortunately, Ji Zi’ang, who was standing next to him, was there to support him.

“Are you alright?” Ji Zi’ang asked.

Wang Yun said with a smile, “I’m alright. My legs are just numb from standing on the observation platform for too long.”

“Huh?” Ji Zi’ang was taken aback.

“Next time, make a chair out of mud for the observation platform,” Wang Yun reminded him. “Otherwise, it can really be a little unbearable to stand there for a few hours. Your legs would go numb too if it were you.”

Ji Zi’ang was speechless.

After winning the war, it was time for everyone to get some rest.

In Ghent City, it seemed that P5092 was the only one still carrying out his duty at the temporary command center in case something else unexpected came up.

This commander who was known as a war machine never seemed to slack off for a moment.

However, this made P5092 appear a little lonely among the crowd of people.

He said over the radio, “Although we’ve won, there’s still a lot of follow-up work to be done. 124th, 127th, and 129th Assault Columns, continue to infiltrate the north of the city and eliminate all the resistance forces…”

“133rd Assault Column, advance southeast…”

Orders were passed down one after another. The war machine that was the 6th Field Division did not stop moving as they continued working with P5092 as they wound down their operations.

P5092 looked at the cheering crowd around him silently. The look in his eyes gradually eased up, and his gaze no longer had the sharpness and depth as it had during the battle.

Suddenly, P5092 felt quite good to see everyone so happy like this.

But as he was standing alone next to the command center, Ji Zi’ang and Wang Yun, who had recovered off to the side, suddenly ran over and hugged him around his neck and shouted, “We won! P5092, did you see that? We won! This is awesome!”

P5092 stumbled unsteadily as the two guys pulled at him in celebration. Even the black military uniform he had just changed into yesterday was nearly torn. “Let go of me! Let go of me!”

But no matter what P5092 said, it could not stop Wang Yun and Ji Zi’ang’s enthusiasm. At the side, Black Fox did not intend to step in to stop them even though he saw his superior being jostled around.

P5092 shouted, “Black Fox, get them off me!”

However, Black Fox, who always obeyed his orders, pretended not to have heard him.