In the Name of Empress-Chapter 490 - 322: Franks, Take Off! (Part 3)

Perhaps General Dailong was ineffective and did not take advantage of the time.

Perhaps the city’s residents didn’t want to leave their homes and even wanted to accept the new rulers.

Or maybe Miss Saintess thought leaving some residents would be more realistic and not expose them prematurely.

In any case, there are still thirty thousand residents staying in the city without evacuating.

They are now the enemy!

Jerry thought fiercely, dispelling distractions from his mind.

This is a brutal war between two major factions. At times like these, if they don’t comply with arrangements to evacuate the city and stay to welcome the enemy, what else can they be but the enemy?!

He should not doubt General Dailong’s ability, nor should he doubt Miss Saintess’s compassion!

"Boom!"

Just as Jerry was desperately brainwashing himself, [Little Boy] exploded.

The ground was torn apart amidst violent tremors, and flames shot into the sky, resembling the wail of the earth.

A gigantic explosion reverberated deafeningly, and the scorching shockwave swept mercilessly, affecting the dense forest where Tom and Jerry were hiding.

Withered branches and leaves flew everywhere in the violent shockwave, and a sturdy branch hit Jerry on the head, snapping him out of his stupor.

He could hardly believe his eyes.

This wasn’t an explosion; it was clearly the gates of Hell being opened.

He trembled all over, too shocked to speak for a long time.

Where did Frank Castle go? Such a big fortress, gone?

He grabbed the binoculars, his face exceptionally grim.

Through the binoculars, he clearly saw the castle in the center of the fortress soaring into the sky with the explosion and shattering to pieces.

Jerry could even clearly see General Prudon and others desperately waving their arms.

Although he didn’t understand the Prudon language, nor lip-read, he knew these people were clueless about what happened, even in death.

Despite them being the enemy, Jerry still felt a bit uncomfortable.

Tom was really too ruthless, wasn’t it agreed to only blow up part of the city?

He turned to look at Tom, about to crack a few jokes, only to find Tom more shocked than him.

"Tom?"

"No way, it’s absolutely impossible! I didn’t set up that much explosive!"

Tom’s face was deathly pale, shaking his head and muttering incoherently.

Jerry was also a bit bewildered, he quickly realized something was definitely wrong with the explosion.

Tom mentioned that there were certainly deeper ruins underground, if they could dig a few more days they might have unexpected gains.

There were indeed unexpected gains, just a bit too unexpected.

He patted Tom on the shoulder, about to speak, but Tom’s gaze had already regained firmness.

"I got it, this is divine wrath!"

"Huh?" Jerry was dumbfounded, what do you even know, you idiot! It’s not the final doomsday yet, where does the divine wrath come from, you think divine wrath is as frequent as a thunderstorm?

He was about to refute Tom but suddenly understood everything.

Tom just didn’t want to face reality.

His good brother, despite being naive, was smart enough to guess some residents remained in the city.

When setting up the explosives, Tom deliberately avoided the western zone where residents would last evacuate and concentrated on the city center and east side, hoping to minimize casualties.

However, the unexpected event made all these designs a joke.

No matter how many people were in the city, their chances of survival were slim.

Watching Tom’s gradually dimming eyes, Jerry fiercely patted his shoulder, shouting loudly:

"You’re right, this is the mildest divine wrath!"

"Miss Saintess represents the Goddess of Light, and among these enemies, some are defiling the Light, some have betrayed the Light, they have enraged the Goddess of Light, so the Great Goddess sent down divine wrath."

"Think carefully, wasn’t the explosion just now divided into two phases, the first phase was your layout of five thousand tons of explosives, and the second blast obliterated the entire city."

Tom stared blankly at Jerry, nodding subconsciously, "Yes, yes it was."

Jerry raised his voice, shouting loudly, "That’s right, it means the Great Goddess thought our punishment was insufficient, so she took action herself!"

"To be against the Saintess is to be against the Goddess, so what we did wasn’t wrong, just not enough!"

Tom’s eyes gradually regained firmness, his hands stopped trembling.

He gently pushed Jerry away, turning towards the ruinous Frank Castle, speaking with a firm voice as if a believer in prayer.

"Divine wrath is the will of the Great Goddess cast upon the world, blasphemers should not escape, those who slipped through the net shall be dealt with by me."

Jerry scratched his head, he certainly knew what Tom was talking about.

Though Frank Castle was blown sky-high, plenty stationed on the outskirts hadn’t ascended yet.

Tom intended to send them to the Netherworld.

Since his good brother has such thoughts, as a big brother, he naturally supports him.

Anyway, the enemies were already scared out of their wits, and without unified command, they were nothing more than a flock of sheep despite their numbers.

Then charge!

Jerry stuffed the whistle into his mouth and blew hard.

The shrill whistle sounded piercing even amidst the already clamorous hellish night.

The prolonged whistle called the three thousand cavalry to battle.

Charge! Kill the enemy!

The cavalry led their horses swiftly out of the dense forest, orderly forming up on the plains, raising their long spears to launch an attack towards the west side of Frank Castle where the Prudon Military Camp was located.

Under the night, three thousand black-clad cavalry moved like three thousand specters, silently.

Under usual circumstances, they would need to be cautious not to make noise and alert the enemy, but on this hellish night, such small sounds were insignificant.

The cavalry urged their horses into a trot, rapidly approaching the enemy camp.

They would launch their charge from about five hundred meters.

This well-equipped guard cavalry was entirely different from traditional cavalry.