The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 239 He Will Be Like Him

Doug was overwhelmed with excitement when he saw Oliver.

Now that he was still alive, Isolde wouldn't have to be a widow.

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“It’s the Great Marshall! It's the Great Marshall The North Campth Army roared with excitement. They raised their

blades high, their eyes burning red as they charged into battle.

The North Campth Army, who were once defeated, regained their fighting spirit with Oliver's arrival. The

situation was quickly reversed. On the other side, the palace guards, not knowing Oliver, hesitated as they saw

him defeat several men easily. Doubt began to grow in their hearts, and sof them started to lose

confidence.

The palace guards had never set foot on a battlefield, while the North Campth Army had crawled back from piles

of corpses. Even when faced with skilled martial artists earlier, they had not backed down. They had prepared to

fight to the death. Their sheer resilience alone was enough to shake the palace guards confidence.

The battle had completely turned around.

Doug stared at Oliver in shock. He knew Oliver's skills in combat, but he didn’t know how he had becthis

powerful.

In just a moment, the long spear had already taken down three men in blue. These warriors were highly skilled,

yet it had taken him nearly an hour of fierce fighting to kill just three of them.

Doug noticed a sword at his waist. It was one he had seen before.

“This sword was forged by the Prince Regent when he left the capital, re-crafted from a Darksteel blade. The

Queen Dowager personally named this sword, calling it the Primordial Sword.

The predecessor of this Darksteel blade was also called the Primordial Sword.

There were two Primordial Swords, and they were a pair of husband-and-wife swords. The other one had yet to

be unearthed.

It was said that whoever possessed the Primordial Sword would rule the world.

“Primordial Sword!” Kamari also spotted it from the high platform.

Ashley had been watching Oliver closely from the moment he entered. As she watched the situation quickly

reverse, her expression changed drastically.

“Call for reinforcements!” Kamari spun around and shouted.

The commanders on the platform immediately leaped down.

But the soldiers below were filled with killing intent, and there was no way they would let anyone out to call for

reinforcements. Moreover, there were fifty soldiers stationed at each entrance. Isolde had issued an order that

not even a fly could be allowed to leave.

This was Kamari’s first battle, but he had no second chance. If he lost this time, there would be no opportunity

for him to turn things around.

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to rise in rebellion, he needed her with him.

He needed weapons, gunpowder, and strategy. All of these were things only Ashley could provide.

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His eyes burned red as he glared at her, his face twisted with desperation. “Think of something. Hurry!”

Ashley turned to look at the battlefield below. The North Campth Army had already secured their victory. The

warriors in blue-green robes lay dead or wounded, while Oliver stood completely unscathed, growing stronger

with each fight.

Kamari had lost. Victory and defeat had been decided in an instant.

Ashley turned back to him, stepping forward slowly. She still held the dagger she had used to kill the princess

consort. In a soft voice, she said, “King Kamari, stay calm. | will not lose. I will win.”

Her eyes locked onto the veins on his neck, bulging with fury and desperation. Gently, she hugged him, her voice

soothing. “Don’t worry, | never lose. Isolde alone cannot defeat me”

For the first time, she embraced Kamari. And for the first time, he felt a strange sense of peace. There was

something irresistible in her voice, a quiet power that eased his doubts. In that moment, he truly believed Ashley

could turn the tide.

But Kamari never saw the fleeting murderous intent in Ashley’s eyes. He didn’t even realize the meaning of she

would never lose. At this point, the only possible way she could win was by defecting to the enemy.

It wasn’t until he felt the cold blade against his throat, until his own blood sprayed into the air, that he finally

understood.

However, it was too late. A throat cut was one of the fastest, most decisive deaths. He didn’t even manage a

single word before collapsing to the ground.

Without hesitation, Ashley seized his sword, severed his head, and raised it high atop the platform. Her voice

rang out over the battlefield. “The Rebel King, Kamari Conway, has been executed by my hand! Surrender now,

and you will be spared!”

The clashing of weapons fell into complete silence.

All eyes turned to Ashley.

The palace covered a vast area, with the front courtyard alone spanning over a thousand acres. From the high

platform, one could see all the way to the end.

Therefore, this place could accommodate thousands of people fighting here.

Kamari, the ruler of Zloimond, held his court here in this grand palace.

The sky had completely brightened, and after the heavy rain, the sun emerged. its long-lost rays illuminating the

blood-soaked grounds of the palace. All the chaos, all the slaughter, cto a halt as Ashley raised Kamari’s

severed head high.

As she looked down at the battlefield, she knew it was not the North Campth Army's victory, it was Ashley's.

She was the granddaughter of the renowned figure Finnian of Zloimond, and she had personally killed the Rebel

King.

With the loss of their commander and the death of the king, the palace guards had no choice but to

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surrender their weapons.

Finished

Isolde, weakened and on the verge of collapse, stared at Ashley. This person was truly rising steadily to the

top.

Yet, perhaps at this moment, she didn’t realize that victory never belonged to just one person.

There was someone she could not afford to offend in the place she yearned for.

And the person she aspired to becwas far beyond her own reach.

She was a big fish in the river, but the person she longed to replace was a great shark in the ocean that could

swallow anyone whole.

Isolde slowly withdrew her gaze. The sunlight above her was quickly blocked, and with a faint, weak smile, she

was pulled into a cold embrace.

His icy armor, somehow, brought her an inexplicable warmth.

A few pills were pressed into her mouth. She didn’t know what they were, but she swallowed them without

hesitation.

Her vision blurred. She didn’t know if it was from tears or dizziness from exhaustion. She let go of her whip and

hugged him, reaching for his hands, one warm, the other cold.

She felt a chill all over her body, barely holding onto her breath. With disbelief, she slowly looked at his left hand.

That was a hand made of steel, cold and without warmth. Though it had been polished to a perfect shine, it was

not the color of human skin.

The cold iron hand reached up and gently stroked her cheek. His gaze was tender and lingering, and in a soft

voice, he said, “It's alright, | can still hold you.”

Tears flooded from Isolde’s eyes, and she choked out, “Yes... as long as you're alive, nothing else matters.

Nothing matters. | have a pair of hands. | can do anything you can’t do.”

She cried uncontrollably, clutching him as if she were holding a lost treasure she had regained. Even when she

had heard of his death, she hadn’t cried this much.

“Silly,” Oliver's eyes softened, but his throat tightened. A mixture of bittersweet emotions surged in his heart,

tinged with a slight pain.

“Tend to your wound first!” Oliver let go of her, staring at her for a moment, his eyes dazed as if lost in a trance,

as though he cfrom another world.

He wiped away the tears on her face, using his unscathed hand, which carried a warm touch.

Kolton and Doug tactfully attended to the remaining battle matters, while Harlan stepped forward to retrieve a

pill to save Geoffrey.

Anthony stood at a distance, his body wounded several times, his face pale, yet his eyes were unusually

determined.

That determination belonged to a warrior who had fought through a great battle.

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He was not as good as Oliver now, but he would becsomeone like Oliver.

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