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.

time, Rafael’s presence here was the best way to

“A mere 200,000 enemy soldiers? We’ve defeated them before! We are the new Southern Frontier Army! Do we fear them now? Tell me, do you

“We don’t!”

echoed into

urged his horse forward through the ranks, his voice growing

“Yes, sir!”

The roar was deafening!

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anyone a

“No, sir!”

soldiers stood proud and

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the War God people claimed him to be. His voice rang out with undeniable strength, resolute and unwavering.

as the eye could see, raised their

Southern Frontier Army, composed of the original Southern Frontier Army, the Sinclair Army, and the Hell Monarch Army, raised

roared over and over, until their throats were raw. Yet the fervor of their words did

long, shaking their 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 the battlefield and fight with everything they had, letting

rode ahead, his voice ringing out with words of fierce

the Southern Frontier! Those who fled are nothing but cowardly

Frontier is our home. Every inch of land has been stained with the blood

our land, they’ll have to

the enemy. We must fight a glorious battle,

powered by his inner force, reaching

response, the air was filled with the sounds of rallying