The Immortal Genius Spearman

Chapter 165

It was just as expected.

The allied forces began their rapid advance toward the Empire’s border immediately after the strategy meeting.

Damian, moving with the Caion Unit, unfurled a map. Though it wasn’t highly detailed, it marked the general layout of the border near the Empire.

“It’s an open plain. There’s nowhere to hide, and aside from the Empire’s watchtowers and some fortifications, there are no real obstacles,” Damian explained.

“It’ll be a direct clash of strength,” Dianal replied, nodding gravely.

Indeed, this first battle to cross the Empire’s border would be a contest of sheer force.

Damian’s eyes focused on the boundary ahead, marked by a line of tall wooden stakes driven into the ground.

Once they crossed those stakes…

‘At last… stepping onto Imperial soil.’

In his past life, he had been relentlessly trampled by the Empire, never once setting foot on their territory.

But now, things were different.

Damian clenched his fists tightly as he stared at the distant border.

Then.

Swish.

His gaze shifted to the Imperial soldiers gathered just beyond the boundary.

The allied forces had already been informed that the Empire’s defenses here were far stronger than usual.

But it didn’t matter.

All Damian needed to do now was wait for the signal from Celestine, the commander of the allied forces.

Pwooouuuu! Pwooouuuu!

As the allied army drew closer to the border, a deafening trumpet sounded from the Imperial formation, echoing across the battlefield.

Pwooouuuu!

With the blaring horns came a palpable tension, a weight that seemed to press down from the darkened sky as if it might collapse at any moment.

At the center of the allied forces, Celestine stood tall, raising her trident high.

Damian’s eyes turned toward her.

‘A spear wielder, huh?’

The trident, with its three-pronged blade, was unlike the weapons he had seen other Aura Masters wield. Combined with her flowing blue hair, she looked like a queen of the seas.

Damian thought back to the Aura Masters he had encountered. All of them had wielded swords, making Celestine’s choice of a spear uniquely striking.

At that moment, Celestine raised her voice, infused with aura, so it resonated across the battlefield.

“Before us stand murderers who have plunged this continent into chaos with their bloodshed!”

Her powerful words reverberated through the ranks, sharpening the soldiers’ resolve. Their expressions hardened, and their focus deepened.

She continued, “Today, the allied forces of our four kingdoms will bring judgment upon them and restore order to the continent!”

“Uooooooaaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

The soldiers pounded their weapons against their shields and the ground, their roars creating a thunderous cacophony that shook the earth.

The battlefield crackled with fervor and determination as they prepared to charge.

Damian swallowed hard.

Celestine, once a serene and composed presence, now radiated the intensity of a true warrior.

Beside him, Dianal muttered, “Her energy is overwhelming—most men wouldn’t even dare lift their heads in her presence.”

“Have you fallen for her?” Damian teased.

“I don’t think I could handle her,” Dianal replied, shaking his head vigorously.

Damian chuckled softly, his lips curling into a smirk. But soon his gaze turned serious as he looked toward the Imperial soldiers.

On the other side, the Empire’s troops stomped the ground and let out their own deafening war cries, refusing to be outmatched in spirit.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The earth seemed to tremble beneath their feet.

Celestine, unfazed, faced the Imperial formation, extending her trident forward.

“Advance!”

Her command rang out like a thunderclap.

“Charge!”

“Uooooooaaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

At her signal, the allied forces surged forward like a raging bull, their voices merging into a single roar.

Leading the charge,

“Haaap!”

Dudududududu!

Celestine and her cavalry thundered toward the enemy line with a relentless momentum.

Damian turned to his unit and shouted, “Caion Unit, charge! Support General Celestine and break through the center!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Haaaaah!”

The Caion Unit echoed his command with fierce cries, sprinting toward the Imperial army.

The heat of the battlefield burned through their bodies, and the flames of their torches drove back the darkness, casting an ominous glow over the scene.

“Kill them all!”

“Slaughter those wretches who dare step onto our land!”

Imperial commanders rallied their troops, their voices roaring above the din as they braced their shields for the coming impact.

When Celestine, galloping at full speed, thrust her trident forward, a brilliant blue aura surged along its blade.

Wooouuung!

Then,

Fwoooosh!

Her aura transformed into a massive tidal wave, crashing toward the Imperial formation with overwhelming force.

The wave-like manifestation of her aura, vast and terrifying, surged forward, swallowing the Imperial soldiers in its path.

Kwaaaaah!

“Arghhh!”

“An Aura Master! An Aura Master is attacking!”

“Hold the line! If we scatter, we’re all dead!”

The Imperial officers shouted frantically, but Celestine’s aura left nothing but devastation in its wake.

The area she struck resembled a drowned battlefield, with the bodies of Imperial soldiers scattered lifelessly across the soaked ground.

Through the gap created by Celestine’s assault,

“No prisoners! Kill every last one of them!”

“Leave none alive!”

“Die, you bastards!”

The allied cavalry and infantry surged into the Imperial ranks, engaging in fierce and brutal combat.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The clash of steel and the cries of the wounded echoed as the battlefield descended into chaos.

Meanwhile, Damian and the Caion Unit launched their assault on the flank of the Imperial formation.

“Charge squad!”

“Already moving!”

Led by Kyle, the charge squad raised their shields and barreled toward the Imperial soldiers like raging bulls.

The Imperial soldiers gritted their teeth, determined to hold their ground.

“We must defend this position!”

“They won’t break through!”

“Stand firm!”

Despite suffering from Celestine’s earlier onslaught, the remaining soldiers braced themselves for the incoming attack.

But then—

“Hyaaaahhh!”

The Caion Unit’s charge collided with the Imperial line.

Boom!

“Arghhh!”

Imperial soldiers were flung into the air, screaming as they fell.

“Secure the breach!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Haaaaaah!”

The moment Kyle gave the order, the charge squad drove back the surrounding Imperial soldiers, creating an opening for their allies to advance.

As the Caion Unit infiltrated through the breach, Damian shouted above the din of battle.

“Form into a square formation!”

Infusing his spear with mana, he focused his energy.

Crack!

The shaft of the spear extended, its blade sharpening with a lethal gleam. With his weapon ready, Damian scanned the chaotic battlefield, his eyes narrowing at the Imperial soldiers resisting fiercely.

They had penetrated the enemy’s defenses, but the Imperial troops were skilled and disciplined, refusing to give up ground easily.

However,

Wooouuung!

Damian’s spear emitted a sharp hum as concentrated aura surged along its length, shooting toward the enemy.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The compressed mana exploded with devastating force, hurling the Imperial soldiers backward without resistance.

Damian wasted no time. His eyes darted through the ranks, searching for the enemy commander.

Moments later—

‘There.’

He spotted the commander shouting orders near the rear of the formation.

Turning to his unit, Damian gave a new command.

“I’ll take the lead! Caion Unit, break through to the enemy commander!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Understood!”

The soldiers raised their shields and weapons, readying themselves for another push.

Then.

Swish!

Damian dashed forward, spear in hand, his gaze locked on the Imperial soldiers in his path.

“W-What is this guy?!”

“Stop him!”

The Imperial soldiers scrambled to intercept him, their attacks swift but futile.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Their strikes sliced through empty air, missing their mark entirely.

Slash!

Damian’s spear struck with pinpoint precision, carving through their ranks and clearing a path.

Thud!

“Forward!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Move, everyone!”

With Damian spearheading the charge, the Caion Unit’s momentum surged explosively. Like a hammer driving a nail, their advance was relentless and unstoppable.

***

Casalt was on the verge of losing his composure amidst the chaos erupting across the battlefield.

And then—

“Arghhhh!”

“Hold them back! Stop them!”

The screams of soldiers nearby snapped Casalt’s attention toward the commotion.

“What the…?”

A small unit, perhaps no more than 300 soldiers, was barreling toward his left flank at an alarming speed.

Casalt’s face twisted into a scowl.

“How far are you going to let them get?! Stop them immediately!”

He barked at the two officers standing nearby.

“Canyl! Tireborn! Deal with them!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Understood!”

Canyl and Tireborn were among the most skilled officers in the border garrison, ranking in the top five in terms of combat ability.

Satisfied, Casalt turned his attention back to Celestine’s position.

Her overwhelming aura resembled a tidal wave, radiating destructive power.

A woman, commanding such force.

‘Celestine Favela of the Artian Kingdom…!’

How could she be here? Had the Artian Kingdom abandoned its internal defenses entirely?

Though his thoughts raced, Casalt quickly prepared to send a messenger to the capital.

If an Aura Master was present, holding this position was impossible.

The flat plains offered no defensive advantage—no walls, no fortifications.

His plan had been to delay the enemy long enough for reinforcements to arrive.

‘But this… this changes everything. I need to retreat…!’

Against an Aura Master, there was nothing his forces could do.

But then.

“Whew, what a relief.”

“…?!”

Casalt spun around at the sound of a voice beside him.

A man had appeared near the front of his formation, holding a spear emanating a sharp blue aura.

The figure was none other than the commander of the unit that had broken through his left flank.

Casalt’s heart sank as a realization dawned on him.

“What… What happened to Canyl and Tireborn?!”

“They’re both dead,” Damian replied, his voice laced with mana, each word striking Casalt like a hammer blow.

A shiver ran down Casalt’s spine as Damian’s aura radiated an almost suffocating intensity.

Casalt’s panicked shout tore through the battlefield.

“Stop him! Somebody stop him!”

But before his order could even take effect—

Wooouuuung!

Damian’s spear vibrated ominously, and a colossal figure formed above him—a giant manifestation of his aura resembling a warrior poised for battle.

Kwaaaaaang!

Casalt stared in stunned disbelief, his voice a trembling whisper.

“A… An Aura Master? Another one?”