Chapter 193: A Hundred Thousand Against Ten Million

A Hundred Thousand Against Ten Million

They were cut down.

Crushed.

Erased.

Silence descended.

Absolute silence.

There were no triumphant cries.

No war songs.

No wild screams.

Only the rhythmic thunder of hooves.

Only the sound of steel cutting through flesh.

Only the final breaths of soldiers who had never imagined that death could arrive so quickly.

This army was like a silent god of death.

And what truly terrified the rulers was not merely their coordination.

It was their cultivation.

Every single soldier in this hundred-thousand-strong army was an Astral Manifestation Great Perfection expert!

A single Astral Manifestation Great Perfection expert could dominate an entire region in a small city.

Within a powerful sect, such a person could become an elder.

Such cultivators were normally figures worthy of respect.

But here—

They were merely soldiers.

Cogs inside an enormous war machine.

The first charge tore through the alliance.

The second shattered their formation.

The third turned the battlefield into hell.

In an instant—

After just three charges—

The ten-million-strong alliance had been reduced by a tenth.

And the white army remained intact.

Not a single soldier lost.

Not a single casualty.

This was a truly invincible army.

The rulers stared at the battlefield in horror.

Their lips trembled.

Someone finally managed to speak.

"The Great Snow Dragon Cavalry!"

The name seemed to carry a weight of its own.

Then the lead general raised his weapon.

His voice thundered across the battlefield.

"By command of the Lord—at the disposal of the Emperor!!"

The answer came immediately.

"KILL!! KILL!! KILL!!!"

Three cries.

Three waves of slaughter.

The voices of the hundred thousand cavalry finally erupted together.

Endless killing intent shot toward the sky.

It was like a blood-soaked spear piercing through countless worlds.

The heavens themselves seemed stained red.

BOOM!!

The leading ruler did not even have time to retreat.

The battle formation descended upon him.

His defensive treasures shattered.

His body trembled.

His expression twisted in disbelief.

Then—

His entire body was reduced to ashes.

The Great Snow Dragon Cavalry could not be stopped.

A hundred thousand could slay a Lunar Sovereign expert.

Even Lunar Sovereign experts had wailed beneath their spears.

The battlefield had completely changed.

The soldiers who had been hunting the Divine Black Dragon Empire were now running for their lives.

The mighty alliance that had arrived believing victory was certain had become prey.

The hunter had become the hunted.

The air smelled of blood.

Dust and smoke rolled across the battlefield.

White-armored cavalry moved through it like ghosts.

Dominic watched them approach.

For a moment, he simply stood there.

His battered chest rose and fell.

His black eyes slowly narrowed.

Then a savage light appeared within them.

The Dragon Cavalry general rode forward and stopped before him.

He lowered his weapon.

"Your command, Emperor!"

Dominic looked across the battlefield.

At the countless enemy soldiers who were now fleeing.

At the rulers who had once stood above him.

At the men who had believed they could destroy his empire because they possessed numbers.

His fingers slowly tightened.

The grief in his eyes disappeared.

What remained was cold.

Absolute.

Unforgiving.

"Leave none alive... send them all..."

His voice carried across the battlefield.

Then Dominic raised his eyes.

"To their graves!!"

"Acknowledged!!"

With the Dragon Cavalry’s response—

The killing formation rose once again.

This time, there was no hesitation.

No mercy.

No possibility of retreat.

This was no longer a war.

It was a slaughter.

The surviving cavalrymen of the Divine Black Dragon Empire stared at the scene before them, their battered bodies trembling.

Some lowered their weapons.

Some simply stood there, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Then tears began to fall.

Tears of joy.

Tears of relief.

They had thought they were going to die.

They had already prepared themselves to be buried beneath the soil of their homeland.

Yet, at the moment when despair had reached its absolute limit, salvation had descended.

The Great Snow Dragon Cavalry had arrived.

And they had turned the battlefield upside down.

The surviving citizens who had followed the battle from within the empire also wept.

Their cries mixed with laughter.

For the first time since the battle began, they dared to breathe.

They had survived.

Their Emperor had survived.

Their Divine Black Dragon Empire had survived.

Across the battlefield, however, the rulers of the allied nations felt their hearts sink.

The situation was already lost.

Completely lost.

The formations they had relied upon were broken.

Their soldiers were fleeing.

Their strongest warriors had been annihilated.

The terrifying white-armored cavalry continued advancing without the slightest sign of stopping.

The rulers no longer cared about their armies.

They abandoned their bodies.

Their souls fled in terror.

They wanted to escape.

They wanted to regroup.

They wanted to preserve whatever strength remained.

But Dominic would not grant them that opportunity.

Without the Stellar Sovereign experts restraining him—

The remaining rulers were nothing.

Dominic’s black eyes became cold.

His imperial aura surged.

Above him, the colossal black dragon roared.

Then—

It soared across the heavens.

Its enormous body crossed the battlefield in a single instant.

Dominic raised his fist.

There was no elaborate technique.

No unnecessary movement.

Just one punch.

BOOM!!

The heavens exploded.

The fleeing souls were caught within the destructive force.

One after another, the remaining rulers were annihilated.

Their screams vanished almost as soon as they appeared.

The battlefield became silent.

The despair that had once seemed impossible to overcome—

The despair that had buried the hearts of millions—

Had been overturned with a single move from his Patriarch.

Dominic stood frozen for a moment.

His breathing gradually steadied.

His fingers slowly loosened.

He had known the Salvatore Family was powerful.

Everyone in the Celestial Capital Domain knew it.

But witnessing such power personally was something else entirely.

His reverence for Victor had reached an indescribable height.

He stood upon the heavens.

Beneath his feet, ten million enemy soldiers had been reduced to bones and blood-soaked earth.

The setting sun hung behind him.

Its dying light painted his black armor in crimson and gold.