Warhammer Divine Throne-Chapter 653 - 288, Aftermath of the Battle

When Casvan led the remaining knights and a small number of knight's squires to retreat onto Doomsday Mountain's path, what awaited them was not the welcoming support of the reserve troops.

The camp gate was tightly shut, and the sentry post was deserted.

"What's going on?! Where are the Didier people? Open the door quickly!"

The heavy horn sound echoed through the mountains.

"Toot~ Toot~"

The sound of a marching army came from the other end of Doomsday Mountain, and the sound of fragmented footsteps began.

"Boom boom boom~" The orderly footsteps overshadowed the calls of Casvan and others. At the edge of their vision, from the other side of the mountain, a military force appeared.

The first to appear were countless long spears and war axes, along with feathers on the helmets. After the troops advanced for a certain period, stout voices emerged from the mountain path.

"Advance! Descendants of Glarni!"

"Hey ha hoo~!"

"Draw your weapons!"

"Ha!"

Approximately over a thousand Dwarf Army soldiers emerged from the other end of the mountain. They held shields and war axes or raised long spears, completely blocking Casvan's retreat path. The dark muzzles pointed at Casvan and others: "No passage is allowed here!"

"Damn it! It's Karak Breeze Castle's reinforcements!" Casvan turned back to see Emperor Karl Franz leading the Rick Guard, already blocking their rear escape.

They were surrounded.

"Lord Casvan, welcome to the Empire's territory. I've arranged lodging for you in Brunswick," the Emperor slowly approached Casvan's remaining troops, surrounded by the Rick Guard: "You have nowhere to escape, lay down your weapons. I, Karl Franz, Emperor of the Empire, am willing to promise favorable treatment of prisoners and healing for the injured."

"Even if it's a war among humans, you ultimately rely on the dwarves' strength to win against me, Karl Franz!" Casvan knew it was over, he said mockingly: "Do you consider this a legitimate victory?"

"It's certainly a legitimate victory, Casvan. When you declared war against the Empire, you automatically declared war against the dwarves." Karl Franz's face remained calm: "At this point, are you still shirking the responsibility of failure onto others?"

"..." Casvan sighed deeply: "Indeed, I should have thought of it early on; the Dwarf Supreme King and the Empire's sacred covenant...the dwarves surely stand with you."

"Damn bastard! Dismount immediately and pay your respects to the great Emperor!" a Rick Guard shouted, unable to bear it any longer. Karl Franz gestured for him to shut up, remaining calm: "So, Lord Casvan, what do you think of my proposal?"

Duke of Paragon dismounted, took off his gauntlet, and handed his blood-stained glove to Karl Franz.

The Emperor of the Empire reached out to accept Casvan's glove, and only then did Duke of Paragon finally sit on the ground: "I lost, in the name of the Lady, I, Casvan de Paragon, hereby surrender to Emperor Karl Franz of the Empire!"

At ten-thirty in the morning, the Emperor of the Empire, Prince Rick, Grand Duke of Brunswick, inheritors of all sacred relics from the Great Sea to the mountains of Charlemagne Empire, rode horses to inspect the battlefield. The battle of Hemgart ended with the Empire's complete victory.

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After the battle, the narrow plains in front of Hemgart were littered with corpses and injured. Imperial medics and priests from the Church of Mercy Goddess worked diligently to aid the injured on the battlefield. At the same time, groups of Brittania prisoners were seated directly on the ground, guarded by the Imperial Army while receiving assistance.

This war saw over 400 fatalities and more than 800 injuries in the Imperial Army, while Brittania's forces suffered over 900 fatalities, including over 100 knights, with more than 600 wounded.

Such is the nature of civil war among humans, where fierceness is tempered by restraint. In general, injured soldiers need only sit down and indicate their wounds to avoid further attacks, and knights who fall off their horses, unless killed outright, mostly survive.

On Hemgart's walls, Laine watched the battlefield still smoldering with smoke, quietly sighing.

The world he transmigrated to is particularly unique, and many technological achievements that transmigrators proudly possess are essentially useless here.

Muskets and artillery, steam-powered technology, and grain improvement are all technologies that humans and dwarves have in this world.

When Laine first transmigrated, he wondered if movable type printing could be useful here, but soon found that movable type printing had been invented long before the Great Holy War.

However, this technology fundamentally cannot be popularized because it is tainted by Chaos corruption from the core. The first batch of printed books was quite exquisite, but nearly all readers turned into Tzeentch cultists. Eventually, the Church had to oversee this printing technology, ensuring that only books blessed by the deities wouldn't be corrupted.

Laughable, yet real.

Similarly, many technologies humans have mastered but cannot be widespread, like forging plate armor and large siege weapons, are destined only to be held by a few. Once mass-produced, Green Skins and Chaos Cultists would likely grasp this technology quicker than humans.

Moreover, the power of things like cannons and muskets is quite limited. Laine concluded that even if the Empire's heavy cannon struck him, it would be hard to injure him. In this world, there are plenty of beings who can withstand cannon fire to the face, among them the Holy Grail Knights. Firearms are not invincible.