The knights of the Kingdom of Bretonnia surrounding Talinnam roared like lions.
At this moment, countless Bretonnian knights gathered around Talinnam, fighting a final decisive battle with a large number of undead. On the battlefield, swords collided, cold light shone, and the blood of the warriors splashed on this chaotic and dark land.
, there is endless darkness above the head, but there is endless light in front of you.
As far as the eye could see, Talinnam was like a god descending to earth, his whole body glowing with dazzling golden light. The Bretonnians around him seemed to be inspired by this power, and their wounds were miraculously healed, accumulating a whole
The fatigue of the day dissipated completely at this moment.
"Roar……"
A lion-like roar sounded, and the long sword in Tallin's hand swept in front of Gul, the commander of the undead army. The light burned the commander of the undead army, leaving black burnt marks on Gul's pale skull.
He must protect his lover, he cannot see her hurt. Behind him is the place where his lover fell, and he has no way out. With tears in his eyes, Talinnam roared, anger, love, and compassion turned into a shocking blow.
, In an instant, endless energy gathered on the weapon. As the long sword fell, golden light exploded. This blow seemed to tear the world apart. Countless fragments of golden light flew all over the sky, turning into bursts of energy shock waves, hitting the undead directly.
Gul, the commander-in-chief of the army.
And, he succeeded! Yes, he really succeeded! The long sword, filled with righteous fury, shattered Gul's block and stabbed straight into the chest of the commander of the undead army. You can hear the steel slash.
With the sound of broken bones, the commander of the undead army roared and took a step back in pain. However, it was just a step and he did not retreat anymore...
Gul, the commander of the undead army, stared at the mortal in front of him with his eyes burning with will-o'-the-wisps. Yes, he is a mortal after all. Even if he is given a gift from the gods, he is still just a mortal. And it is already experiencing anger and violence.
Thousands of years have passed. The will-o'-the-wisps in my eyes have been burning for thousands of years. How can it be extinguished by just a mortal?
Gradually, Talinnam felt the bone-chilling chill coming from the sword. It was like the endless abyss was staring at him, making him feel despair and pain. The golden sword was losing its dazzling brilliance, surrounded by the aura of death and corruption.
Holding the long sword, it is eroding bit by bit. It is eroding the warrior sword that just gave Bretonnians confidence and hope.
With a crisp sound of metal shattering, the sword of the attendant in Talinnam's hand turned into black dust and disappeared into ashes in the air.
"Bastard, welcome your destiny. Mortals cannot change their destiny!"
A low sneer sounded, and Gul's hand covered in heavy black armor slapped away the tiny human in front of him. Yes, he was so insignificant in front of Gul. Only commander-level people are qualified to duel with him.
This human being who is not even a knight is simply a troublemaker.
He disrupted the pace of the undead army and restored the confidence of these knights. He is really a troublemaker. Now, go to hell. Insignificant humans...
A sound like a dark abyss sounded from Gül's empty belly, and the black ax turned into a shadow in the air, blocking all light.
"At least I still love you...Innia..."
Talinnam screamed desperately in his heart. He had done everything he could, but he still had to face the ruthless blow of fate. Perhaps, after all, he was just a servant and could not change anything at all...
Talinnam closed his eyes in despair, feeling that his whole body had lost vitality.
However, the arbitration of fate did not come. At the moment when the black ax of Gul, the commander of the death army, struck down, a harsh neighing of war horses broke the death-like silence. Then, there was a blast from the battle just now.
An even brighter golden light lit up.
"In the name of the Lady of the Lake, undead, go back!"
The weak Talinam opened his eyelids and saw King Charles of Bretonnia riding a tall white horse, blocking Gul's dark battle ax with a sword.
The ax blade hit the king's holy sword, sparking hot red and black flames. It made a harsh buzzing sound, like the painful howls of thousands of undead...
"It's the king!"
"Long live the King!"
"Long live Bretonnia! Long live the Lady of the Lake!"
Charles's magnificent rescue gave the Bretonnian knights once again endless motivation. This time, it was an unprecedented encouragement. It was the first time for almost all the knights of the Kingdom of Bretonnia to see the king personally wielding the holy sword to fight against evil enemies.
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Confidence, hope, and glory arouse the power of faith in the hearts of the Bretonnian knights.
The sparse but powerful Bretonnian knights gathered around King Charles and launched a counterattack against the dense sea of undead outside.
Blood mixed with mud and splashed, soaking his armor and hair. Dragging his scarred body, Talinnam limped to Innia's side, only to see his beloved woman lying in a pile of corpses, dying.
The Rose Knight's helmet was knocked off, and a dent was made in the silver armor. The dried blood foam stuck to Innia's lips. The only thing that proved that she was still alive was the faint breath.
On the battlefield, the shouts of killing were loud, and the hooves of horses crisscrossed. Talinnam just used his weak body to protect Innia. The horse of a tall knight almost stepped on him...
In my ears, I could hear the roar of the king and the knights fighting in a bloody battle.
The gorgeous holy sword drew out golden arcs and struck the face and body of Gul, the commander of the Death Army.
The light surrounding the king is getting stronger every moment, as if he is the spokesperson of the gods. Under the protection of the Lady of the Lake, King Charles is so brave, his pale hair dances wildly in the wind, the holy sword is unsheathed, and the golden light is everywhere.
Splashing, with the anger of the Lake Goddess, a sword struck Gul, the commander of the Death Army. It penetrated and shattered its black armor.
The black ax danced in the air with black whirlwinds. The waves of death left no grass under Gul's feet. The dark energy was so powerful that no one without the blessing of the gods could enter. But the energy radiating from King Charles was even more powerful and full of anger.
The Holy Sword split open the undead commander's black ax with one sword, and dented its armor with another sword. Before Gul had time to block, the Holy Sword delivered a fatal blow and pierced through it.
The rotten heart of the undead commander.
In an instant, the wails of thousands of undead rang out. The body of the commander of the undead army twitched violently, and his armor shrank violently. Countless dark energy sprayed out from the dark armor, splashing out like a fountain. It corroded everything around him like strong acid.
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The king had no time to evacuate, and was affected by this evil and powerful energy. His old body couldn't help but take a step back, but the dark energy swept through his body like a whirlwind. In the horrified eyes of the entire army, the old king's face was twisted in pain...