Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

With that thought, Alexander Montgomery wiped his sweat and blood-stained forehead blackened by gunpowder smoke and sheathed his wide-blade sword.

His eyes filled with an uncontrollable touch of envy when he looked at Leo Ray.

He had been stuck at the Tier 1 Peak for several years, and if he could smoothly advance to Tier 2, not only would his survival rate on the battlefield greatly increase, but his future career path would also likely be smoother.

Licking his cracked lips, Alexander’s gaze fell upon Taylor and Gideon Black, with a face full of reverence.

Undoubtedly, the arrogant Coldflame Army captain from a moment ago was probably at the level of Tier 2 Five-star.

This burly man who killed him in one strike was likely a terrifying Tier 2 Peak powerhouse, right?

The sturdy glasses-wearing man beside him also appeared to be exceptionally skilled, at least greater than that Coldflame Army captain.

The key point was that these two powerhouses were clearly subordinates of the young colleague in front of them. It seemed like this young man, who had the same military rank as Alexander, must be the offspring of some noble family, here to gain experience in the army?

Otherwise, how could such a luxurious lineup appear in a combat squad with only ten people?

Just as Alexander thought of this, a Saint Night messenger wearing a helmet decorated with plumes arrived on a horse.

He grabbed the reins while addressing Leo Ray and Alexander, “You’ve worked hard, gentlemen. Baron Yeste’s mixed demon battle squad is preparing to counterattack this town.

Please wait at your original positions. Leave the battle to us. The medical priest squad will arrive shortly. Once the remaining troops are gathered, we will join the main forces and retake the lost territory. Victory will belong to Saint Night!”

“Victory belongs to Saint Night!” Alexander and the two other soldiers joined in excitedly.

After the messenger left, excitement rose on Alexander’s face, and he said to

Leo Ray, “Captain Christopher, it’s great! We can finally counterattack!”

“Yes, I believe everything will go very smoothly.” With a faint smile, Leo Ray responded indifferently.

Of course, all of this had been expected.

Before their arrival, Taylor had already sensed that a Saint Night Army of about a thousand soldiers was on its way to the town while gathering remaining troops.

Meanwhile, other scattered Saint Night Army detachments had also regrouped and, following the main forces, were closing in on the lost territories.

Undoubtedly, a large-scale counterattack was about to begin.

What they had to do was to join this mixed squad gathering nearby remaining soldiers and then take advantage of the situation to help Saint Night Army achieve the final victory.

As for the risk of being caught, Leo Ray wasn’t worried.

The Great Swordsmen unit he had reported belonged to one of the Saint Night Army units that had been ambushed by the Coldflame Army the night before and was already wiped out.

Moreover, his current identity was just a squad leader of a broken squad with only two soldiers left.

Therefore, at least for a short time, he wouldn’t be easily noticed.

“By the way, Taylor and others have just killed more than half of the Coldflame Army squads that infiltrated the town from different directions while concealing their aura using ordinary Saint Night Army weapons. I believe it won’t be long before the town’s control returns to Saint Night’s hands,” he thought.

With this thought, the silver-armored Leo Ray leaned casually against the blood-red fountain and began to rest for a while.

After experiencing so many large and small battles, the heavy scent of blood lingering around still made him a bit nauseous, but concentrating on other things could help control this feeling.

Speaking of which, this set of Tier 1 Great Swordsman armor, weighing less than 40 pounds, belonged to medium plate armor.

After advancing to Tier 2, he was wearing it without difficulty due to his extraordinary physical prowess.

However, the armor was flexible but uncomfortable to sit in, and the field of vision would be greatly limited when wearing the matching fully enclosed helmet.

“Lord, the Saint Night Army of a thousand has entered the town, now engaged in combat with the remaining Coldflame Army forces, led by two Tier 3 powerhouses,” Taylor whispered to Leo Ray after lifting the veil of his helmet.

“Understood, let’s wait here for a bit. It seems that it won’t be long before Saint Night’s full-scale counterattack officially begins.”

On the other hand, Leo Ray, who had been wielding a Tier 1 two-handed sword, flexed his sore and stiff fingers and nodded slightly.

Compared to one-handed swords, this weapon was both heavy and inconvenient to carry, so he was not used to it.

Sure enough, before long, several priests in white and gold -trimmed magic robes arrived at a brisk pace, under the escort of a group of large shield -wielding heavy infantry soldiers.

“Wounded soldiers, please come here for treatment!” the lovely young female priest at the forefront gently stepped forward and spoke in a clear voice.

Glancing at her slender waist through the slit of the helmet, Leo Ray couldn’t help but smile and think to himself, “Well, there are normal priests in this world after all.”

Meanwhile, Gideon Black, the dark priest who had been using the “hugging sister” technique a few times, snorted disdainfully from his nostrils.

As a dark healer, he clearly still harbored some hostility towards ordinary Holy-Light Priests.

On the other side, Alexander and the other three wounded soldiers were overjoyed. They hurriedly walked over to receive treatment.

During this process, many injured Saint Night soldiers arrived from all around the town, staggering and supporting each other, while the surrounding shouts of killing gradually subsided.

It was evident that the town had returned under the control of the Saint Night Army.

The scene zoomed in, and as soft glows of light passed by, the wounds of the lightly injured soldiers began to heal gradually, their faces regaining some color.

Those with more severe injuries were being bandaged. Naturally, these low-ranking priests could only do so much.

At this moment, the messenger who had been here earlier returned on his horse and announced, “Baron Yeste, leading the squad, and the Your Excellency the Kara Guard Knight have arrived!”

Hearing this, Leo Ray slowly retracted his gaze.

“At last, the main theme of the counterattack is about to begin..”