86 Confluence, shocking record

Albert was stunned for a moment, and in that moment, Allen's sword energy passed Albert and fiercely slashed at the opposing earl.

"Swish!"

Allen's sword qi was originally the strongest among his peers, and even an eighth-level knight had to take it seriously, considering the sword qi converted from his fighting qi.

The knight from the Blue Moon Principality on the opposite side was evidently an eighth-level knight. After all, it was unlikely that anyone not of the eighth level could contend with Albert.

But it was this eighth-level knight whose left arm got slashed by Allen's sword when he wasn't paying attention.

"Ahhh!"

The knight from the Blue Moon Principality suddenly turned pale and wailed in pain.

Albert wasted no time and began to engage the knight.

Allen, however, was unwilling to let an eighth-level knight be slain by Albert.

When compared to a seventh-level knight worth 10,000 merit points, an eighth-level knight is valued at 50,000 merit points. With such a substantial reward at stake, Allen fought ruthlessly.

He pushed the Fengjue sword to its limits, showcasing his mastered swordsmanship.

Originally the strongest in his class, Allen's combat power was comparable to an eighth-level knight. Now, with the eighth-level knight from the Blue Moon Principality incapacitated, it was as if he was facing two eighth-level knights at once. Even if the Blue Moon knight was skilled, defeat was inevitable.

In a matter of strokes, Allen successfully decapitated the earl, earning 50,000 merits.

On the ground, Allen's companions were equally fierce, terrifyingly cutting down the soldiers of the Blue Moon Principality, who were once on par with the Principality of Lane.

Had they ever encountered such ferocious opponents?

With red eyes, they slashed, stabbed, and fought as if they couldn't feel pain.

These people were ruthless, akin to devils.

What began as a small-scale battle swiftly turned in favor of Allen's forces. The opposing party, consisting of around seven or eight thousand soldiers, was soon overwhelmed by Allen's group, who discarded their armor and weaponry.

Allen sheathed his sword and gave a slight nod to Albert. "My father."

Albert gazed at Allen with a complex expression.

Allen, in this moment, was a far cry from the immature boy he once was. He had grown immensely powerful, capable of fighting side by side with his father. The troops he led seemed like a pack of wolves and tigers, overwhelming their enemies.

Moreover, Allen had joined the battle right after recovering from Earl City, with his spirit and energy at their peak. He radiated an undeniable aura of strength.

"Allen, it appears that this national war has accelerated your growth," Albert remarked, his tone a mix of seriousness and relief.

"Not all of my growth is due to the war," Allen replied lightly, his gaze fixed on the battlefield below, where Marco and the others were ruthlessly pursuing the fleeing soldiers.

"It seems that Marco has also undergone significant changes, but that's a good thing in the end. I heard that you dealt with the Marquis of Raging Waves ahead of schedule, leading to a duel between Duke Ryan and the Blue Moon Duke, a battle of dragon knights?"

Albert and Allen gradually descended from the sky. Instead of engaging ordinary warriors, they returned to their mounts for a conversation.

Observing Allen's mount, Albert couldn't help but feel a bit helpless. As an earl, he was still riding a warhorse, while his son was atop a magnificent beast.

Darn it, suddenly, his hybrid warhorse seemed far less impressive!

A hint of jealousy welled up in Albert.

"Ahem, Allen, do you happen to have any Silver Moon Wolf cubs in your territory?" Albert asked somewhat awkwardly.

Allen shook his head. "I don't have any cubs at the moment."

Allen had obtained the Warcraft creatures directly from the system; there were no cubs to be had.

"I see..." Disappointment flashed briefly in Albert's eyes.

"But I can give you two Silver Moon Wolf creatures, and you can try to breed cubs."

Of course, Allen understood what his father was thinking.

"Very well!" Albert's eyes lit up.

"But Father, you're aware of how valuable tamed creatures are, especially monsters," Allen continued. "You know, I've established some factories, and we've been short on..."

Allen's words carried a hint that made Albert smile faintly.

"The issue of manpower will be resolved differently. Once you return to your territory, you'll likely be promoted to Viscount, expanding and increasing your population. Then, I can provide you with a significant workforce."

Albert couldn't help but be filled with emotions as he said this. His once-humble son had evolved into an exceptional individual.

"That sounds good. Thank you, Father," Allen said with a slight smile, but deep down, he had no intention of stopping at Viscount; he aspired to become an Earl.

Soon, Marco and his group had nearly finished their slaughter of the Blue Moon Principality soldiers who remained on the battlefield. They returned with murderous expressions.

"Alright, let's go! Sllen, Prince Lenathon and His Royal Highness Leslie have often mentioned you. Come with me to meet them," Albert suggested, packing up.

"It's an honor," Allen replied.

The group departed towards the distance.

Before long, Allen was reunited with His Royal Highness the Prince and the Princess, whom he hadn't seen in a while.