Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1379

Under Hans' command, the private soldiers didn't retreat. Instead, they fought increasingly harder.

They weren't Yuvan's soldiers. Over 10,000 of them had been carefully selected by Nicholas over the years, trained through countless battles.

Many of them carried tragic pasts, lives marked by pain and loss. They harbored deep resentment against the world and saw this war as their chance to turn the tide of their fate. As long as someone was leading them, they would not easily surrender.

The Mystic Army would win, but it would not be quick, nor would it be without heavy losses.

Carissa knew that if they didn't surrender, the bodies would pile up—more lives would be lost with each passing moment. So she chose a team of elite soldiers, including the Meadow Ridge squad, with the mission to take Hans' head.

Without a commander, the enemy's forces would be much easier to defeat.

Carissa devised a plan—Bun and Travis would first break through their formation and clear a path. Then, she and Violet would advance swiftly, take the enemy commander's head, and retreat just as quickly.

Taking the enemy general's head amidst thousands of soldiers was no easy task, especially since the enemy was fighting with bloodlust. A slight hesitation could lead to being overwhelmed by a barrage of strikes.

Hans was a battle-hardened veteran, and he quickly saw through Carissa's plan. He deliberately exposed a weakness to lure her and Violet in. What he sought was the same as what Carissa wanted—to capture the leader to defeat the army.

Carissa wanted to take him out, and he wanted to do the same to her.

Once the opening appeared, he leaped forward with astonishing speed, his blade coming down in a deadly arc.

Carissa and Violet had chosen short-range weapons, designed for close combat. But to use their Lightfoot Skill effectively in this situation, they needed some distance, which gave Hans' large blade an advantage.

In that split second, they moved in perfect synchrony. Violet charged forward, slamming into Hans' abdomen, diverting his strike. His sword grazed Carissa's shoulder, while Violet was struck by one of his soldiers.

Bun and Travis arrived just in time. One wielded a meteor hammer, the other a long staff. With a resounding strike, both weapons slammed into Hans' skull. There was no grunt, no cry of pain—only the sickening splatter of blood and brain matter as he crumpled to the ground.

With Hans dead, the rebel army fell into chaos and began fleeing in all directions.

Carissa, clutching her bleeding shoulder, shouted, "Pursue them!"

These men were driven by madness, their minds clouded by rage. The city gates were locked, but the real fear was that they would seek refuge in the homes of the common people.

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The officials of the third rank and above had gathered at the Knowledge Sanctum in the palace. They had known of the planned action, which was why they had entered the palace last night to attend to Salvador.

She thought any place with blood meant a wound and was careful not to rub the dried blood too hard.

Carissa smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Mother, that's all the enemy's blood. I only hurt my shoulder."

She was pleased—they had won the battle.

Helen's tears intensified, her voice trembling as she replied, "What do you mean, you only hurt your shoulder? Is that not serious enough?"

Her gaze fell on the bandage wrapped around Carissa's shoulder, now soaked with blood. She couldn't bring herself to imagine how deep the wound must be.

Victoria chuckled. "Well, it looks like my little sister has finally learned to care for others. Alright, let's have a female physician rebandage it later. Don't cause a fuss. Ryan is still outside, and if you keep crying, he'll think his aunt's injury is much worse than it looks."

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In the main hall, Nicholas was bound tightly and was lying in a very strange position.

With deep sorrow in his voice, he said, "I beg your forgiveness, Your Majesty. My dad committed treason, which cannot be tolerated. However, he is still my dad. As his son, I failed to stop him. I am guilty, and I am willing to bear all the blame for my dad. I ask for mercy on his behalf due to his old age, and I plead for his life."