NovelEnglishHer Majestic Battle Cry 799
Chapter 799
As soon as they crossed Swallowstone Street, Carissa felt an oppressive murderous air surround themn.
The killing intent was palpable, accompanied by a scent of blood that only someone attuned to such darkness
could detect. Carissa recognized it all too well-from that fateful night at Valor Estate, when those suicide soldiers
had descended like shadows.
Her mentor had once spoken of the brutal process of training these killers. Those who survived emerged from
the corpses of beasts and men alike, forged in a sea of blood and death.
And no matter how skilled they became, they always carried with them a heavy aura of slaughter and a lingering
stench of blood.
“Everyone, stay alert!”
Her voice cut through the wind, reaching every ear in the group.
Eyes narrowed in focus as they gripped their weapons tightly, sensing the slightest rustle in the air. After they
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcrossed the intersection, a faint yet sharp tremor filled the atmosphere. It was the unmistakable sound of swords
being drawn, carried by the northern wind.
“Stop!” Michael raised a hand, halting the formation.
“Assassins! It's dangerous!” he shouted, dispersing the nearby civilians.
The few townsfolk-mostly merchants heading home-paused in confusion at Michael's warning before turning and
running in fear.
Suddenly, a sword sliced through the air, hurtling toward Carissa.
Swiftly leaping from her horse, she deflected the blade with her spear and sent it flying to the ground. In an
instant, about ten figures descended from both sides, clad in tight-fitting clothes and masked, weapons drawn
and aimed directly at Carissa. Their intent seemed singular-to take her down. Carissa’s expression hardened as
she sprang into action, her spear slicing through the air. She leaped over the flurry of blades, bringing her
weapon down with a force that shook the ground beneath her. “Kill them!” Michael shouted and rushed forward,
his sword clashing against an incoming blade. Ten capital guards remained behind to guard the carriage while
the rest charged into the fray. With her spear in hand, Carissa pressed the attack, forcing the assassins to retreat
step by step. Each strike sent sparks flying as her spear met steel, the sounds of clashing metal ringing out
relentlessly in the
air.
Carissa moved with the speed of a fierce wind sweeping away autumn leaves. The five assassins who faced her
struggled to keep up. If even one of them had faltered, it wouldn't take more than a few exchanges before
Carissa would have sent them sprawling.
But for now, the five were enough to keep her occupied, while Michael found himself unable to hold off a single
assassin on his own-he needed at least two people to assist him.
The remaining capital guards went after the other four assassins. Eighteen against four might seem
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daunting, yet the numbers and the chosen elite still provided an edge. Despite the assassins’ vicious techniques,
no one from the Capital Guard had been injured.
While handling her five attackers, After stime, it becclear that the battle was at a stalemate Carissa
began to feel the strain, but she still wouldn't let them gain the upper hand or inch closer to the carriage.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMichael glanced back, surprised by what he saw. He had witnessed Carissa’s martial prowess before Although
these assassins were formidable, battling five at once with her skills shouldn't have pushed her to such a point.
Yet, he had no tto help her as his own fight demanded his full attention. The capital guards faced the four
remaining assassins with increasing difficulty. They almost sustained injuries several times, but the capital
guards stationed by the carriage managed to intervene just in time.
However, this meant that more capital guards were drawn into the skirmish, leaving only five to guard the
carriage. Michael sensed something was off, especially with the way these assassins fought-either they
employed brutal moves or leaped high into the air, as if looking for an opportunity or preparing to escape at any
moment.
Meanwhile, it seemed Carissa remained oblivious to the danger and was still struggling against her opponents.
He couldn’t help but shout, “Commander Sinclair, they don’t seem to be here to rescue anyone-they're here to
kilt”
No sooner had Michael finished speaking than one of the assassins hurtled through the air, his sword aimed
straight at the carriage.
Michael watched in horror as the blade sliced through the curtain of the carriage. He was too late to intervene,
and he heard a woman's piercing scream cfrom inside.
Then, everything seemed to cto a sudden halt.
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