Annie Rui lay in a corner of the battlements. More than a dozen horrific wounds covered his body.
He was beyond saving.
All around him lay the corpses of rebel soldiers.
Phield let out a long sigh and shook his head.
"Even though I never really liked your personality, you were a true man."
"When this war is over, I'll report your achievements to Her Majesty."
Whether the Empress actually cared was another matter entirely, Phield thought to himself.
"Ophelia, lead the undead to reinforce Rosalia. Alice, burn down their siege towers."
Phield continued issuing orders with calm precision.
"The rest of you, hold your positions. They're about to reach their limit."
The setbacks on the front lines turned Larson's face ashen.
He gripped his riding whip so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"Did they all take some kind of drug? Every single one of them is fighting like a madman. There's no way this is how a noble army should fight."
