The enormous energy leveled the ground in front of the garrison.
At the same time, a large number of beastmen, and even knights, perished at this garrison.
"Duke Kalenina, how much longer until the kingdomâs reinforcements arrive?"
"Iâm afraid that even so, we wonât be able to hold out much longer!"
Marquis Remanâs right arm was already gone, his face even paler, his voice hoarse as he looked at Duke Kalenina beside him.
The kingdom promised support would arrive within a month.
Now a month and a half had passed, yet the reinforcements still hadnât arrived.
"Soon!"
"At most three days!"
"The kingdomâs reinforcements were attacked by the Other God Church in Frost Moon Province and were delayed, but theyâve already been defeated, so theyâll be here soon!"
Duke Kaleninaâs face was ashen, his words direct.
He was well aware that the defensive line was now precarious.
He had to instill confidence in Marquis Reman and the other noble lords, or the entire defensive line might completely collapse.
"Damn the Other God Church!"
Marquis Reman couldnât help but curse, flames seemed to flare in his eyes.
In just a month and a half, over half of his Flying Eagle Knight Order had been lost, and even his right arm was lost in the previous battles.
The cost of recovery was uncertain.
Though the kingdom would definitely provide appropriate compensation and he would earn a lot of merit.
But the problem was, that they had to hold out.
If they couldnât, no merit would be gained.
Instead, it would require a large amount of merit as offset.
The kingdomâs merit system, regardless of reason, only cared about results.
"Hold on a bit longer!"
"As long as we can hold it, weâll gain a lot of merit this time!"
Duke Kalenina encouraged everyone.
"Duke, could we recruit in the Northern Province? If the kingdomâs reinforcements donât arrive, we certainly wonât be able to hold out."
A count couldnât help but speak.
"Yes, Duke, the Northern Province still has many noble lords. If we could muster their strength, it should be enough to support us a while longer."
Another count also spoke up.
But just as they finished talking.
Marquis Remanâs voice rang out again.
"Duke Kalenina, thatâs not possible!"
"Right now, there are no small numbers of beastman tribes in the Northern Province. If we draw resources from there into the defensive line, the entire Northern Province might be overrun by beastman tribes, nullifying twenty years of the kingdomâs development."
Marquis Remanâs voice was urgent.
This was a joke.
Drawing resources from the Northern Province.
If thatâs done, the Northern Province would become a mess.
Thatâs his territory.
He might have various discontents, but he didnât want the Northern Province to be utterly wasted.
Besides, just in terms of gold coins, the Northern Province provides him with at least a hundred thousand a year.
Listening to the counts, Duke Kalenina couldnât help but feel tempted, as he understood the Northern Provinceâs significant strength, concentrated with noble power, potentially stabilizing the current situation and even countering the beastmenâs assault.
But his temptation dissipated as Marquis Remanâs anxious voice rang out.
Indeed, as Marquis Reman said.
Mobilizing resources into the defensive line now almost meant abandoning the entire Northern Province.
This was just a defensive line, not a blockade of the beastman tribes.
Elsewhere, beastman tribes could still pass through.
But their numbers and levels were much reduced.
Up to now, even he couldnât accurately count the beastman tribes in the Northern Province.
Such vast numbers hadnât destroyed the Northern Province because there were still significant noble activities clearing, exterminating, and defending.
This was the Northern Provinceâs main power source.
This power couldnât be used arbitrarily.
"Indeed, thatâs not feasible!"
"Everyone, please hold on a little longer; the kingdomâs reinforcements will certainly arrive as promised!"
Duke Kalenina took a deep breath and spoke to everyone again.
Listening to Duke Kalenina, the counts opened their mouths but ultimately said nothing.
They too understood the situation clearly.
Their families also had descendants serving as Pioneer Lords in the Northern Province; unless absolutely necessary, they wouldnât take such actions.
But they were exceedingly worried.
The kingdomâs reinforcements initially expected to arrive in a month were still not here after a month and a half.
No one could guarantee the kingdomâs reinforcements would truly arrive in the next three days.
Though previously blocked by the Other God Church.
But if the Other God Church could block once, could they not do so twice?
If such a delay happened again, with reinforcements delayed another ten days, they absolutely couldnât hold the current defensive line.
When the line collapsed, the Northern Province would fall too, so why not mobilize forces earlier?
At most, clean up the aftermath later.
Even though the losses would be severe, it would still be better than the worst outcome.
But since Duke Kalenina had pledged again, they could say nothing more for now.
But morale was clearly low.
Kalenina could only sigh; in the current situation, without the kingdomâs reinforcements, words meant nothing.
Only the kingdomâs reinforcements could truly reassure everyone.
Nothing else would change the matter.
Kaleninaâs eyes showed helplessness.
And at this moment.
"Your Grace!"
"Lord, the beastmen are attacking again!"
An Earth Knight rushed over, tired and anxious.
His words instantly changed the expressions of everyone present.
It had been less than half an hour of rest, and the beastmen were attacking again.
"Letâs go!"
Duke Kalenina spoke, and the next moment he soared into the sky.
The surrounding nobles exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and followed him.
This time, it was another significant assault.
Five Tier Three Tribes attacked, among which was a Tier Four Beastman Tribe with more than two Tier Four beastmen.
Kalenina faced two Tier Four beastmen alone.
Other nobles and knights engaged the other Tier Three beastmen and the large group of beastmen attacking the line.
The Magic Crystal Cannon unleashed its terrifying energy again.
The battle erupted continuously.
Mighty Life Source Power and energy interwove.
The sky was torn.
The ground shattered.
After three hours.
Night slowly descended.
This beastman attack was finally repelled once more.
But the losses were similarly heavy.
An Earth Knight even fell.
In this horrific battlefield, stretched over months, even Earth Knights couldnât guarantee their absolute safety.
Throughout the months, many Earth Knights had fallen.
It was predictable that if reinforcements didnât arrive soon, more would fall.