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Too strong!

God's Whip - Attila battles across the land, with too many elite units within the personal guard.

Duncan slayed a Hun Khan's personal guard with a single strike, and at this moment had closed in on Attila. He could see a hint of panic on the opponent's face. Perhaps in earlier years, Attila could charge through the battlefield, but having been the Emperor of the Hun Empire for so many years, Attila's martial prowess had diminished greatly.

A fierce wind rose.

Behind Duncan only a few dozen personal guards remained, tightly following. His sight was locked onto Alati, protected by the personal guard, as he drew the Nord Bow from his back, notched an arrow, the bow full like a moon, aimed at the exposed figure in that instant.

Hit!

The sharp arrow pierced the air.

The arrow whistled out, God's Whip - Attila's figure suddenly stiffened, the armor-piercing arrowhead penetrated the armor, directly hitting his lower back.

"Protect the master!"

Before Duncan could draw a second arrow, the surrounding personal guard immediately encircled Attila, using their bodies to shield him, even some roared charging forward, seemingly suicidally crashing towards Duncan's general's personal guard.

At that moment.

The warhorse neighed, suddenly leaping skyward!

Duncan jerked the reins, the warhorse beneath him as if in spiritual sync, while galloping at high speed, using its last bit of strength, leaped into mid-air.

——Wind Arrow!

No time to draw another arrow, the opportunity fleeting.

Duncan's mana bar was instantly depleted, accompanying an invisible Wind Arrow gathering, everything seemed to change in some wondrous way, the first human form of the projection page appeared to be frozen at this moment, in mid-air with the leaping warhorse, utilizing the aerial perspective, the Wind Arrow locked onto God's Whip's nape.

At the same time.

In the direction of Great Britain, from a certain fog-enshrouded lake, a beam of light suddenly ascended skyward, it was light invisible to the naked eye, yet it startled many beings with supernatural power, the light upon clashing with reality formed a peculiar rainbow cutting through the sky!

Silhouettes of guardian fairies emerged, their expressions at this moment also unimaginably shaken.

The guardian fairies of Avalon injected their power into it, and on the battlefield of corpse mountain and blood sea, behind the number one human form unexpectedly surfaced heavy illusions invisible to the naked eye, it was the mist-covered Avalon, along with all guardian fairies appearing in phantasmal form.

——True Wind Arrow!!!

Power from Celtic mythology infused reality, seemingly breaking through some confinement, the guardian fairies' power collided with something, forcibly launching the Wind Arrow as if frozen.

At that moment, the invisible Wind Arrow howled, tearing through the air.

It almost instantaneously traversed the battlefield, but just as it struck God's Whip, the shrieks of Shamanism's ten thousand spirits reverberated, invisible barriers formed behind God's Whip, the Wind Arrow continuously pierced through nine invisible barriers, finally dissipating into a gust of wind.

Guardian Fairy - Tethys's whisper resonated: "Sorry. We lacked the capability..."

Mythology mirrored reality at that moment.

The Wind Arrow shot in haste by Duncan unexpectedly caused Avalon's guardian fairies to clash head-on with Shamanism's ten thousand spirits' faith.

As a branch of Celtic mythology, the power blessed by the guardian fairies failed to break God's Whip's Sanctuary of Ten Thousand Spirits, amid the intense mythological collision, even Avalon's guardian fairies became much weaker.

After all, they are merely a small belief group from Great Britain.

Crack!

As if something shattered.

In Duncan's projection screen, God's Whip - Attila's mark changed again, the 'Sanctuary of Ten Thousand Spirits' on him shattered, and the dark gold mark of 'Celestial Destiny Epic' revealed a crack that swiftly spread towards the silver-gray skull mark.

Boom!

With these two arrows, Duncan previously triumphed in breaking God's Whip - Attila's invincible status, and subsequently shattered his Sanctuary of Ten Thousand Spirits and Celestial Destiny Epic.

——Attila (God's Whip) (Legendary Commander) (Hun Emperor)[Three Star Gold]!

Not knowing when.

The Slaughter Holy Sanctuary mark on him had also disappeared, that silver-gray skull mark fully shattered, reverting to an ordinary three-star gold mark, almost indistinguishable from typical Heroic King units.

God's Whip - Attila was severely wounded and fled in embarrassment under the protection of personal guards.

A squad of Hun personal guards desperately blocked Duncan, finally after heavy casualties, Attila managed to escape back into the cart city by the riverside.

Duncan reined in his horse to stop, a hint of regret revealing on his face.

Just a little more!

If given another chance for an arrow, perhaps he could have beheaded God's Whip on the spot.

But before he could lament, Torismund, the Western Gothic prince, charged out from the darkness on the right. He was already blinded by bloodlust and had directly charged to the front of the Hun's wagon city.

In this rush, he had directly entered the Hun camp.

"Save them!"

Duncan galloped out, quickly nocking an arrow and drawing his bow.

The bloodthirsty Torismund also reacted and, with the desperate aid from his Personal Guard, finally charged out, but he was severely injured, and nearly all his Personal Guard had perished.

The chaos on the battlefield continued.

The imperial allies were still slaughtering the defeated Huns, while the Huns had elite forces regrouping for a counterattack. Remnants within the wagon formations gathered for a desperate resistance, while the chaos outside persisted until dawn.

Aetius charged with his troops, but lost his bearings.

Finally, under the protection of the Imperial Guard, he directly charged into a Western Gothic camp and had to spend the night in the encampment of his rival, with whom he had fought for over twenty years.

It wasn't until the break of dawn that the sounds of weaponry on the battlefield gradually became sparse.

After sunrise.

Aetius inspected the battlefield and found that the Huns had suffered greater losses, with Attila also hiding within the wagon city, realizing only then that the imperial allies had achieved a great victory!

The entire Catalonia Plain was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Both sides had fought from afternoon till dawn, with nearly a hundred thousand casualties, twenty to thirty thousand directly killed, and the hills were covered with bodies from both sides. The remnants of the Hun forces were holed up in their fortress stubbornly resisting, still full of fighting spirit, while the war drums echoed ceaselessly through the skies, repelling Torismund's morning cavalry assaults with volleys of arrows.

The Hun archers were too numerous.

For a moment, the battle seemed to be at a stalemate.

The Hun army had looted the entire Gaul, amassing too much material, with thousands of vehicles piled together forming a fortress. Likewise, the severely depleted imperial allies couldn't break through.

Or rather, Protector of the Realm Aetius was reluctant to attack with brute force. After encircling the wagon city, he closed his camp tight as if wrestling with a difficult decision.

On the second day.

During a Roman camp allied meeting, many commanders and chieftains of the Barbarian Race argued vociferously, with some advocating an assault and others a siege, while Aetius remained silent, occasionally glancing at Duncan and Torismund, who scored the greatest merits of the battle.

The meeting ended inconclusively.

Post-battle, Aetius found Torismund seeming to be discussing something, unknown to others, but Duncan knew he was persuading Torismund to immediately return and claim the throne.

Because Torismund had several brothers vying for the throne.

In the afternoon.

Torismund led the Western Gothic Kingdom troops to withdraw, seemingly in a rush to secure his throne.

By evening, Protector of the Realm Aetius secretly met Duncan, presumably also trying to persuade him to spare Attila.

Crack!

As Duncan stepped into the Central Army's camp.

Protector of the Realm Aetius's silver-grey skull mark shattered, the golden mark of 'Imperial Refulgence' fragmented, 'Mitra's Army' directly disappeared, and 'Gods' Gaze' gradually dimmed.

——Aetius (Protector of the Realm) (Legendary Commander)[Three-Star Gold]!

Following God's Whip - Attila, right before Duncan, all the marks on Protector of the Realm Aetius shattered, as if the echoes of history were dissipating, the hero's fortune fading, turning him into a regular three-star golden unit.

Even Aetius's Personal Guard and the commanders of the Roman Eagle Banner Legion looked at Aetius with a hint of a different meaning in their eyes.

His actions couldn't be hidden from others.

No matter the reasons, Aetius's desire to let Attila go left those present slightly dissatisfied.

Such astonishing war merits!

The empire's great nemesis!

Two kings and more than a dozen Barbarian chieftains died, countless paid the price with massive casualties to win this bloody battle!

To let Attila walk free just like that?

Duncan wouldn't agree!

Nor would anyone else here agree.

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