Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 639:Retreat

BOOOOOM!

The sky continued trembling as Ethan and Acker clashed again and again without either side showing any sign of exhaustion.

Their weapons collided repeatedly while bursts of energy spread across the heavens and shook the entire gorge. Every exchange sent violent shockwaves rolling through the battlefield and forced countless soldiers below to stop fighting for brief moments just to witness the unbelievable duel unfolding above them.

The ground beneath was already filled with fresh craters while shattered rocks continuously rained from the cliffs after being broken apart by the pressure generated from their battle.

After several rounds of fighting, Acker was slowly being driven toward the edge of insanity.

No matter what technique he used.

No matter how cleverly he attacked.

No matter how many feints or hidden strikes he prepared.

Ethan continued matching every move while counterattacking with equal force.

The frustration building inside Acker's heart became heavier with every passing second.

Meanwhile, the remaining Divine Knights found themselves in an extremely awkward situation.

They wanted to help but they also understood one cruel reality.

They were simply too weak to interfere.

Several of them attempted to circle around the battlefield and make another move toward the supply convoy, only for Ethan to immediately notice them and bombard them with spells or autonomous swords until they were forced back again.

One Divine Knight cursed loudly.

"Damn it!"

"That bastard follows us like a rabid dog every single time!"

Another clenched his fists in frustration.

"We can't even get close to the supplies!"

"If this keeps going, we'll accomplish nothing!"

Fed up with the situation, several Divine Knights exchanged glances before reaching the same conclusion.

"If we can't touch the supplies..."

"Then kill their knights!"

"Crush their formations instead!"

The group immediately descended toward the Arcadian soldiers.

However, before they could even carry out their plan, Ethan suddenly broke away from Acker for a brief moment and unleashed another devastating strike that forced the entire group backward.

BOOOOOM!

The attack exploded among them and scattered their formation once again.

Acker stared at Ethan with bloodshot eyes.

His expression looked almost crazed.

"Just what the hell are you?!"

His furious roar echoed throughout the battlefield.

"You aren't even one hundred years old!"

"Yet you are able to draw a Saint like me into a deadlock!"

His voice was filled with disbelief.

Filled with anger.

Filled with unwillingness.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Every instinct told him that allowing Ethan to continue growing would eventually become a disaster.

He tightened his grip around his weapon and prepared to engage once more.

However at that exact moment...

Several overwhelmingly powerful auras suddenly erupted from the distant battlefield.

SWOOSH!

SWOOSH!

SWOOSH!

One after another.The pressure swept across the skies.Even Ethan instinctively turned his head.

Acker's expression changed instantly.

His eyes widened as he recognized those auras immediately.

"Reinforcements!"

Then he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Run!"

Without wasting another second, Acker abandoned the fight completely.He shot backward through the sky at full speed.

The remaining Divine Knights reacted instantly.

They followed behind him without hesitation.

Within moments, the entire enemy force began retreating rapidly.

Ethan watched them leave.He tightened his grip around his greatsword for a moment.Then he slowly relaxed.

He chose not to pursue them.

Deep inside, he understood the danger.If cornered, those people might become desperate enough to ignore everything else and launch attacks directly against his troops.

That was not a risk he wanted to take.

Only after confirming that the enemy had truly withdrawn did Ethan finally lower his guard slightly.

"Did they leave?"

A deep and steady voice suddenly echoed nearby.

Ethan turned around.

Not far away stood a man completely covered in magnificent golden knight armor.

The armor reflected the sunlight brilliantly while ancient runes faintly glowed across its surface.

His helmet concealed his face entirely.

Only a pair of calm eyes remained visible through the narrow visor.

Although Ethan could not see the man's appearance, he instinctively felt that the knight before him had probably lived for several centuries.

His presence alone carried immense weight.

"Yes."

"They left."

Ethan answered calmly.

The golden knight slowly looked around the battlefield.

His gaze swept across the shattered cliffs.

The broken earth.

The scattered corpses.

The destroyed formations.

Finally, his eyes returned to Ethan.

"You really managed to clash with a Saint and survived."

For a brief moment, Ethan could not tell whether those words were a compliment or simply an observation.

After thinking for a second, he replied modestly.

"I did my best."

The armored knight remained silent.

Then he gave a faint nod.

"Hmm."

"Very well."

"You did well."

His voice remained calm.

"I will relay everything to His Highness!"

Without waiting for another response, the mysterious knight immediately shot back toward the rear lines.

His figure disappeared within moments.

As his presence vanished, the battlefield gradually settled down.

With the failure of the surprise operation and the retreat of Acker's forces, the battle naturally came to an end.

The Xylos army had failed to achieve its objectives.

Once again, Arcadia proved itself to be far more formidable than its enemies had anticipated.

Although they had suffered significant losses during the fighting, they had successfully protected the supply convoy.

That alone could be considered a major achievement.

However, there was no time to celebrate.

The gorge was one of the worst places to remain stationed.

Everyone knew another ambush could happen at any moment.The exhausted soldiers barely had enough time to catch their breath before fresh orders were issued.

The officers immediately began reorganizing the formations.

Supply wagons were inspected once again.The wounded were treated as quickly as possible.

Those who could still walk returned to their positions.

Then the command echoed throughout the marching columns.

"Come on."

"Move forward."

The tired soldiers gritted their teeth.

Ignoring the pain in their bodies.

Ignoring the exhaustion clouding their minds.They once again picked up their weapons and continued marching deeper into enemy territory.