CATASTROPHE CARD KING

Chapter 944: Chapter 292 Cinderella, Rainbow River, Da Hong Pao, Werewolf

“Comrades! It has now been confirmed that we have been tricked… The raid for grain was a military ruse, and we are now surrounded by heavy forces. It was a major misjudgment on my part, Batis, during the intelligence gathering process. Due to my own fault, we find ourselves trapped, and I have failed all of you, my brothers. My life is not worth grieving over… But right now, hundreds of thousands of our compatriots are also within the siege… I plan to charge eastward, drawing enemy fire to create an opportunity for our families, the elderly and children, to evacuate. I need some brave warriors to stand by me. But this endeavor might leave us with no return…”

Leonard Churchill and Alice arrived at the gathering point in the city’s central square just in time to witness this tragic speech by the leader, Batis.

The leader of the Rebellion Army did not hide the truth.

He even took all the blame upon himself.

But in truth, everyone knew that even if they were aware of the deceit in Waren City, they would still have risked coming.

Because without food, the millions in the Rebel Army would eventually face certain death.

No one else could have likely done better than Batis.

Therefore, no one cast blame.

Only absolute trust and surging passion were present.

These were, after all, a group of gladiators with battle in their blood.

They were also longtime comrades who had fought and survived alongside Batis.

Even knowing that the chance of surviving a breakout was slim, far from retreating, everyone eagerly volunteered to join.

“Leader, I’ll go with you!”

“I’m in!”

“Count me in, Olins!”

“Batis, my brother, we’ve been through many battles together over the years, today, we shall go together!”

“…”

The square boiled over with noise.

The brave, fearless, and tragic atmosphere coalesced, churning furiously.

Like a flame burning brighter and fiercer.

Even Leonard, it was his first time witnessing such heightened emotions.

He could absorb negative emotions, and equally, he could clearly feel this robust bravery.

At that moment, he saw those around him as if shrouded in dazzling white light, each like a War God from the Divine Hall of Heroic Spirits, fearless.

This light of courage,

Sharp as a spear!

Steady as a shield!

“Such exaggerated courage…”

For Leonard, it was the first time witnessing such a spectacle, and he was filled with emotion.

As if influenced by this tidal wave of courage, his own blood seemed to stir with excitement.

His thoughts raced, contemplative.

He observed the whole battle again, from the perspective of a bystander, and seemed to realize some things he hadn’t noticed before.

Would they still possess such courage without this battle?

A thought crossed Leonard’s mind: Is it war… that creates heroes?

Suffering seemed like a rite of passage for heroes.

The more dire the situation, the more dazzling the human spirit shone.

For a moment, Leonard felt he grasped something, and he thought in surprise, “Is this what Senior Shepherd meant when he said that crisis is the best forge for ‘Will’…”

He could distinctly feel that his own “Intention” was resonating with the escalating courage.

Becoming sharp, becoming keen.

It was the fearless Will.

Courage doesn’t appear out of nowhere, nor is it innate.

It only emerges glistening because one faces a desperate situation.

And in that moment, Leonard saw, as if on each person, there were threads of fate.

Most people in this world lead ordinary lives, but at a certain point, when they make a certain decision, their entire being shines with brilliant light.

Without war, they might just have been a common folk who wouldn’t even merit half a line in a history book.

They could have been Craftsmen, farmers, slaves…

From birth to death, they would have walked a smooth path of fate.

But at that moment, they shone the brightest in their lives!

The brilliance unleashed by life, even if it shines just once in a lifetime.

In that instant, it dazzles like fireworks in the pitch-black night.

…

While contemplating, Leonard and Alice also carefully observed each person in the square.

The more people gathered, the higher the Knight’s spirit soared.

Just then, a youth with flaxen hair, carrying a longsword, hurried to the square, calling aimlessly to Batis who stood atop the fountain statue, “Uncle Roger, I’m coming with you!”

Not tall, the youth looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with muscles just beginning to form angles, considered strong among the common people.

But standing among a group of gladiators, he looked frail.

As soon as he arrived, Leonard’s gaze shifted toward him.

From his aura, he was a Second Tier Close Combat Card Master.

His strength wasn’t very outstanding, and he wasn’t among those who had charged at the front lines initially, which was probably why Leonard hadn’t seen him before.

But the youth seemed to be well acquainted with many of the gladiators.

As soon as he got there, he was pushed to the outskirts by a few strong men.

Anxious, the boy looked as if he might cry, “Black Snake Uncle, let me through!”

The man immediately laughed and said, “Hey, crybaby, this is for adults. The grain needs protection for transport, don’t come here and make a fuss.”

Others joined in, “Right. Go protect Aunt Daisy and the rest… they need you more.”

Leonard could see these gladiators didn’t want the young man to join the breakthrough attempt where there was no chance of survival.

In him, the elders saw the last vestige of hope for remembrance.

Yet, even with tears in his eyes, the boy held his head high, his tone resolute, “No! I am a qualified gladiator, a warrior! My destiny is to die in battle! When I die, my Soul will enter the Divine Hall of Heroic Spirits and feast with the gods!”

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