Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1318

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The crowd turned their heads at once and saw a horse galloping toward them, dust billowing in its wake. Its rider was wrapped in the warm sunlight, making it hard to see his face clearly.

It looked like who they were expecting, but maybe it wasn’t.

Louis and Timothy both looked up sharply, their eyes instantly reddening. A lump caught in their throats, and they were too overwhelmed to even shout

He wasn’t wearing armor–just the plain, rough clothes of a commoner. From a distance, he appeared ordinary and unremarkable.

The man reined in his horse before the gathered soldiers, his gaze slowly sweeping across them. His face turned slowly, allowing the people in the front row to see it with crystal clarity.

After a long, stunned silence, the crowd erupted into jubilant cries.

“It’s Marshal Sanford! The marshal has returned!”

“Marshal Sanford isn’t dead!”

“With Marshal Sanford here, we’ll surely win!”

“Victory is ours!”

The cheers came in waves, each one louder than the last. It was as if the frustrations of the last battle, the smothered anger, and the hatred for Oliver had all been released at that moment.

The generals watched, tears welling in their eyes. Since Oliver’s cowardly retreat, they had not seen morale so high.

Some people just needed to stand there before the crowd. They didn’t need to do or say anything, yet they could ignite a spark of power and hope in everyone around them.

presence here was the best way to crush the

the other rumors would be seen as false too–everyone would think this way. Rafael raised his sword high and called out, “A mere 200,000 enemy soldiers? We’ve defeated them before! We are the new Southern Frontier Army! Do we fear them now? Tell

“We don’t!”

shouts echoed

ranks, his voice growing louder. “Tell me, can you defeat

“Yes, sir!”

The roar was deafening!

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“No, sir!”

stood

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He looked every inch the War God people claimed him to

as far as the eye could see, raised their arms in

original Southern Frontier Army, the Sinclair Army, and the Hell Monarch Army, raised their banners high

were raw. Yet

confidence. They had almost forgotten that

if the flames of their determination had been rekindled, and they longed for nothing more than to march onto

ahead, his voice ringing out with words of fierce

Frontier! Those who fled are nothing but cowardly traitors, and they will be nailed to the pillar

inch of land has been stained with

the Sandorians think they can take our land, they’ll have to step

defeat the enemy. We must fight a glorious battle, one that will make His Majesty and all his

training field, his words powered by his inner force, reaching every

response, the air was filled with the sounds of rallying cries, hands raised in passionate cheers, lasting for