What the sword is pointing at is invincible

Allen experienced an indescribable surge of emotion. The Marquis of the Wild Lion seemed to genuinely care for him and held an unexpectedly optimistic view.

Allen simply nodded, deciding to share his own story with the Marquis of the Wild Lion.

In no time, all the warriors were assembled, readying themselves to set forth and attack the territory of the Marquis of the Raging Waves.

Before departure, the Marquis of the Wild Lion contributed 5,000 elite warriors to Allen's cause.

Soon after, the Marquis of the Mad Lion led the group towards the territory of the Marquis of the Furious Waves, leaving only a few hundred individuals behind in Feiyan City.

Considering the significant size of the 50,000-strong army, their pace was predictably slow. Aaron remained unfazed, leisurely riding his Silver Moon Wolf alongside his troops.

"Boy, where do you hail from?" After a while, the envious Marquis of the Lion approached Allen, eyeing the green-eyed wolf cavalry behind him.

Allen's response held an eerie quality. "Lord Marquis, these wolves were tamed through a series of fortuitous events..."

"You've got quite the luck there, enough to make an old man like me envious," remarked the Marquis of the Wild Lion, patting the male lion he rode. Though it was a formidable creature, it was a lone entity compared to Aaron's numerous wolves.

As their interactions continued, the Marquis of the Wild Lion increasingly realized that Allen exceeded his initial expectations. Allen's straightforwardness and aversion to hypocrisy resonated well with the marquis' character.

The second evening had arrived when the group transitioned from Feiyan City to the Marquis of the Raging Waves' territory.

With an army of 50,000 advancing, secrecy was futile. By the time they reached the marquis' territory, small towns, villages, and cities had been abandoned.

This didn't concern Allen. If, after several days, the Marquis of the Furious Waves remained unprepared, he would truly be lacking in foresight.

"Sir, there's a sizable army on the plain ahead. It's likely the main force of the entire marquis," Allen reported, leaning against the Silver Moon Wolf. The army had paused its advance for the moment.

Naturally, the Marquis of the Wild Lion was privy to Allen's observations.

Issuing orders for the army to prepare, the Marquis of the Wild Lion readied for a direct confrontation early the next morning.

This suited Allen perfectly.

On the following morning, Allen had readied his forces for battle.

This marked his first encounter with an enemy army in the Principality of Blue Moon, facing them directly.

Currently, his forces occupied the left flank. Squinting, he gazed across at the opposing army, numbering around 30,000.

"For the glory of the Blue Moon Principality!" "For the honor of the Principality of Lane!"

A resounding roar swept through both armies as the two marquises soared into the sky. Their formidable strength radiated an energy that was palpable even from a distance.

Soon, the battlefield became a chaotic scene, with the clash of 80,000 warriors resembling a hellish meat grinder.

"Kill!" With over 7,000 troops, Allen's fighting power was unmatched. The aura of a warlord doubled their combat effectiveness, if not more. Fearless of death or pain, their bodies autonomously repaired wounds and regained strength. Their fighting spirit was so concentrated that it emitted an intimidating aura, overwhelming their adversaries.

With a single touch, the Blue Moon Principality's soldiers crumbled before Alan's troops, who charged forward with unwavering determination. "Follow your lord! Eliminate them all!"

Viscount Tiemu and others entered a bloodlust, their eyes reddened with the frenzy of combat. Their bodies bore many wounds, but they felt no pain. They harvested enemy heads like demons unleashed from hell.

"Pfft!" A soldier of the Blue Moon Principality thrust his spear into a soldier of the Principality of Lane.

The blue moon warrior's smile froze, however, as the soldier he struck withdrew the spear without flinching. Blood trickled from a large wound on his abdomen, but it didn't hinder his attack. He swiftly dispatched the soldier who had stabbed him.

Simultaneously, an invisible force began to staunch his bleeding and heal his wound. "Is this real?!"

The Blue Moon Principality soldier couldn't fathom what was happening. His opponent seemed impervious to pain.

This was far from an isolated case. Many Blue Moon Principality soldiers, when confronting Alan, encountered similar situations.

They discovered that even a potentially fatal injury might not kill a soldier of the Principality of Lane.

Their adversary was eerie, appearing like a malevolent spirit, delivering fatal blows when victory seemed near.

"Devil!"

"No, inhuman! Demons!"

"Monsters! They're monsters – indestructible monsters!"

Before long, the army that faced Alan's troops was routed. Alan pursued, leading his forces in relentless pursuit.

He even inserted himself into other battlefields. Wherever an enemy was found, Aaron joined the fray.

Eventually, he slaughtered the opposition thoroughly before moving his troops to the next skirmish.