In the Name of Empress-Chapter 543 - 335: Requiem by the Riverside, Homeward Bound in the Snowstorm
With her foster father, Norton, the Empire’s chief alchemist, backing her, she wouldn’t necessarily be held accountable even if she didn’t contribute, but she shouldn’t dream of sharing in the spoils.
She even volunteered to participate in the war.
She feared Roland, and feared even more that Sofia would win.
Haiyan Marshal cooperated with the Imperial Navy to completely annihilate the remnants of General Nephropidae and the Grim Clan. If she still didn’t choose a side, she would be living in vain.
After the defense of Val City, her disgust for war reached its peak.
Under the cover of night, she surfaced to offer an elegy for the departed lives, also blessing them, wishing they would soon cross the Nether River, reincarnate, and return to the human world.
In the beliefs of many tribes, after a person’s physical death, the soul does not face destruction but leaves the body to enter the Netherworld. The fortunate cross the cycle of reincarnation to return to the human world, while the unlucky drown in the Nether River, becoming the energy that sustains the Netherworld.
A cycle of reincarnation, dedicated to all living beings.
Munina stood up, using her tail to support her body, her voice sorrowful and melodious, her song filled with regret for the loss of life and an indictment of war.
The song carried far too much, exceeding her strength and limits. If she forcibly sang it, it would cause irreversible harm to her body, but she didn’t care at all.
Compared to these warriors who lost their lives, the backlash was nothing.
She only worried about not being able to finish this song that surpassed realm and skill.
This was the fourth Chapter of the Sea Demon, "Reincarnation," that she had heard of but never attempted before.
Chanting "Reincarnation" required enormous energy, and Munina had already expended much of hers in today’s battle, making it really difficult for her to hold on.
Nonetheless, she was unwilling to give up halfway.
Just as she reached the riverbank not far away, a team of dejected Grassland Cavalry happened to pass by.
This cavalry team, in today’s battle, acted like headless flies, unable to receive effective orders or know what to do.
Now they finally saw the spoils of war.
A cavalryman raised his gun, hesitating whether to shoot, but was kicked off his horse by the captain.
"Fool! This is art, an elegy sung for everyone. What do you think you’re doing!"
As the captain reprimanded the soldier, another cavalry team appeared on the opposite side of the river.
Although this cavalry team was bloodstained and looked somewhat disheveled, their spirits were high, and their gestures were full of the briskness of victors.
This cavalry team simultaneously raised their rifles, aiming at the Grassland Cavalry across the river.
The Grassland Cavalry across the river, trembling and muttering, didn’t dare to act rashly.
The river that separated the two cavalry teams was just a small tributary of the Rodinia River, less than fifty meters wide, and the soldiers could even see each other’s expressions under the moonlight.
At this distance, the accuracy of ordinary rifles was quite impressive, but the Grassland Cavalry dared not bet on the opponent’s marksmanship.
From the armor and uniforms, they recognized the opponents as members of the White Rose Knight Order, specifically the elite hunting cavalry.
The hunting cavalry, equipped with breech-loading rifles excavated from underground ruins, had superb marksmanship, with an effective range beyond two hundred meters, and could easily shoot them like targets.
These hunting cavalry wore the best armor, carried the best guns, rode the most handsome horses, and received the highest pay, with almost all of them bearing knightly titles and unwavering loyalty.
They were known as the Silver Helmet Death God, a super special force with far stronger combat power than the Mad Cavalry.
The Grassland Cavalry Captain’s face turned ashen, filled with regret.
He shouldn’t have been nosy, shouldn’t have come over to see who was singing. Now, this mournful song was his requiem.
Forget it, being able to hear such a beautiful tune before dying, that’s also...
But damn it, I don’t want to die.
The Grassland Cavalry Captain regretted choosing tonight’s escape route, but at this point, there were more important things to do than regret.
He hid his hand behind his back, ordering his soldiers to escape at full speed while he attracted attention, hoping that at least one of them would make it out.
As for himself, he was destined to end up riddled with bullets.
The ermine tail decoration on his head betrayed his identity as Centurion, with no way to conceal it.
Just when the Grassland Cavalry Captain was in despair and the White Rose Knight Order’s hunting cavalry captain slowly raised his hand, Munina couldn’t help but cast a pleading glance at the hunting cavalry captain.
She couldn’t stop singing, let alone plead for the enemy.
The White Rose Knights were the Empress’s guards, Roland’s direct line, and always arrogant, expecting respect as high above any official. Why would they give her face?
So she could only plead with her eyes.
However, things took an unexpected turn for Munina, as the White Rose Knight Captain snapped his fingers with a playful grin.
"On the other side, drop your guns, and you can leave. The war is over. These useless tinder sticks are no use to you but are useful to us."
The Grassland Cavalry Captain unhesitatingly ordered his soldiers to put down their rifles neatly by the riverbank.
He saluted the White Rose Knights and then prepared to leave.
"On the other side, do you trust me so?" the White Rose Knight Captain asked curiously.
"Having or not having guns won’t change the outcome. The war is over. I hope next time we meet, we can sit and drink together. I won’t lose when it comes to a drinking contest." The Grassland Cavalry Captain shrugged nonchalantly.
Even though he was the defeated, the defeated must have their own poise.
The White Rose Knight saluted to his retreating figure, then casually gestured to the Sea Demon Warriors floating in the river to help collect the guns from the opposite side.
The knightly honor was displayed, and face was given to Miss Monina, but this didn’t mean that the Sea Demons, regarded as external races, would be treated as equals to the noble humans.
