Chapter three hundred and ninety seventh withdraw troops
"Adjust the situation and we will attack immediately."
The captains of several knight brigades looked at each other. It was not their turn to make a choice in the current situation. Taking the opportunity to join the battle was the best choice.
Those silent bloodline knights didn't even look at them, which made these discipline knights feel a little angry and angry.
That anger is directed at the demons on the battlefield, and will turn into the will on the weapons, and become an extension of their bodies.
"charge!"
Rumble, rumble——
The Discipline Knights launched a charge, which was the power from this land, and they attacked these invaders brazenly.
The iron hooves turned into a force that shook the earth. The knights, who were glowing with golden or milky white light, condensed their fighting spirit into a ball. A vague round object loomed above the heads of the knights, and a pair of vague smoke clouds surrounded both sides.
, like a pair of wings vibrating.
Extraordinary, extraordinary primary level, extraordinary intermediate level, extraordinary high level, the knights' condensed fighting spirit and mind become one. While working towards the same goal, their hearts and souls are connected at this moment.
The sixth level skill of the Discipline Knight: Holy Cloud.
Effect: Condensed holy light turns into clouds, providing life and energy supplements to marked teammates.
Swish——
A milky white smoke cloud covering the entire Discipline Knights was condensed by the holy light emitted by the knights, and eye-catching light beams hung down to illuminate the blood knights who were fighting bravely.
The moment the light approached, the bloodline knights felt a familiar energy fluctuation.
Under the illumination of the light, the demons roared and surged wildly, and the more powerful demons even wanted to jump up and break the cloud.
"Huh, if you want to go there, you first have to ask me if I agree."
Carrying a giant hammer covered in sulfur-smelling blood, the knight who looked like an iron tower had some scars on his body and a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.
Under the illumination of the light beam, the consumed body energy is slowly recovering. The vigorously moving body is like a sponge that is about to be squeezed dry, greedily absorbing water.
He faced a powerful demon. His huge body stood firmly in the tide of demons like a rock. Those low-level demons were completely ignored by him.
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"Holy Sun——"
This battle should be over, so Raven Knight, who was guarding the rear after dealing with the nuclear aftermath, took action.
A golden ball of light that looked like the sun rose up and shone on the bodies of the demons, causing those demons who were fearless to scream, and there was a faint black energy filling their bodies.
The demons retreated, just like when they first came, like the ebbing tide of a river, leaving only large tracts of corpses on the ground.
Whether it was a demon with unicorn armor, a demon with hair, or a demon with skin or cuticles, all kinds of demon corpses fell casually on the ground.
Sulfurous blood flowed everywhere, scorch marks left by the plasma on the ground, corpses and the ground burned by flames, broken weapons, broken pieces of armor, and the remains of knights buried deep in the pile of demons.
When the golden sun rose, the knights sounded their flutes, retreated their troops, and swept the battlefield.
The belated noble knights looked at this horrific and bloody scene and were immediately frightened.
What kind of terrifying battle is this?
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The logistics department of the bloodline knights has set up temporary tents, and the logistics personnel who are proficient in treatment methods are working hard to rescue the knights who were injured in the battle.
As for the knights who died in battle...
If he can be resurrected by a small resurrection spell, then he has a good life and has gained a life.
If the death is instantaneous due to fatal injuries, except for the legendary resurrection spell, there is basically no way to bring back a person who has been dead for an hour or two.
"In this battle, 19 of our people died, 47 were seriously injured, and the rest were almost lightly injured."
Sitting in the temporary command post, Angel and Iron Fist each sat on a standing chair on the side, and the slowly turning light illuminated half of their cheeks.
"This is a good thing. So many years of peace have made them all slack off." Iron Fist did not feel that the casualties were so tragic. When defending his own plane, let alone these casualties, the whole army would be wiped out.
If they are allowed to slack off any longer, something will really happen, and the current casualty figures cannot tell clearly.
"However, the Book of the Dark Knight handed over to us by the Saint..." The angel looked at Iron Fist, looking into his brown eyes with golden pupils.
"Use it. They all agreed on how to deal with death in battle. If one day I die in battle, I hope I can have a chance to come back again."
Iron Fist behaves very freely. If he dies in the battle, he doesn't mind fighting again with his inhuman body.
And if he dies of old age, then let his rotten soul rot in the hospital bed for the rest of his life.
The angel nodded, moved his lips slightly, and ordered his knights to collect the bodies of the fallen knights.
After all these matters are dealt with later, he will personally take them to find a dark place to arrange the black knight's transformation ceremony.
"Death is not the end of the battle."
"Forgetting is."
Iron Fist looked at the eye-catching fonts on the Black Knight's Book and said, "I hope you can continue to uphold the will of humanity as an inhuman being."
As a non-human being, the most important thing about adhering to human will is not to forget it.
Forgetting will make you miss a lot of things.
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"Hey, Charlie."
It was getting late, night was approaching, and the smell of food wafted from the logistics department.
The three knight captains of the Discipline Knights are walking towards the temporary headquarters in the tent.
A knight standing in the corner softly called the name of one of the knights and waved him over.
"What's wrong?" The captain of the Discipline Knights, known as Charlie, frowned slightly and looked at the cowering knight. This was a knight from the territory where he was born, and he also belonged there some time ago.
But for some reason, he only felt a touch of silence and alienation when he saw them now. Perhaps it was because of their absence from the battle today, or perhaps because their style was different from his, or perhaps both.
"How many points have you obtained?" The knight looked around and asked quietly.
"I don't know, I didn't calculate." Charlie's voice became a little distant. From this sentence, he could already smell what he was going to say next.
"The Lord has taken a fancy to something..."
"Sorry, my points do not belong to me alone, but to all the knights in the knights."
Some people say that knights are the easiest profession to accept teammates because their battles are inherently team battles.