"I swear in the name of the comet and the holy hammer, I will never retreat! I will never waver!"
"For Sigma, for the Empire!"
Standing at the front of the team, Walkerma roared loudly.
Although no miracle or light came, the battle priests still had high morale. They raised their warhammers high and rushed out with the chief priest.
In an instant, dust flew into the air and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Wherever the war hammer strikes, flesh and bone turn into slag, and iron shatters into mud.
On the muddy ground, a dark red liquid mixed with blood and muddy water splashed.
The mercenary knight Markus Krupper also woke up instantly. He held a big sword and cut off the arm of the zombie that rushed up with one sword. Then he punched the zombie who had lost his fighting power and knocked it to the ground. He was wearing heavy armor and iron boots.
Just kick the zombie's head and crush it to pieces.
Bang...
Just before the knight had time to react, there was a muffled sound of a hammer hitting bones behind him. The battle priest's heavy hammer hit the ghoul in the air, smashing its head directly into shape.
The brutal and bloody killings continued on the putrid land. Although the priests fought bravely, the number of undead was too small. As the old bachelor said after setting off, we were going to support the church, but to die.
Walkerma stood there, leaning on his long sword, and replied with a disdainful look on his face.
"As long as you can get out alive, you and I will no longer be errands for the church!"
The knight shouted, splitting the zombie behind him with his sword.
"If my people learn that, they will get used to it and become bad."
"We are all your companions who came out of the monastery with you. You have lived together here for several years. But now, we have not become dead people forever."
The knight sat under his horse and asked in a low voice.
I jumped up from the horse, and the priest turned his back.
Wherever the war horse went, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the horse's hooves crushed the remains of the zombies, knocking the ghouls away and knocking them down.
Sigma held the warhammer in his hand and stood there, watching the war horses galloping past his eyes. The knight's spear penetrated each zombie. In just a few minutes, scores of undead creatures were crushed and killed. Then
Efficiency, if it were the two of us, it would probably take us half a day to kill. And there is no chance that we will fall down due to low physical strength.
On the contrary, the two people standing on the ground had straight faces and expressions of joy.
"Stop praying, Baldhead! Talina is out there!"
I yelled at the top of my lungs and went to study but nothing came...
"You only fight for what you believe in."
Sigma then smashed the skull of the skeleton soldier with one hammer.
The knight dodged sideways, and the long sword in his hand swept past, cutting the skeleton warrior in half. The shadow of the sword passed by, and half of the skeleton fell to the ground. The remaining half of the skeleton was still struggling on the ground, and was kicked by the furious mercenary knight.
Trampled to pieces...
"His Excellency Sigmar von Heidenstein, Chief Priest of the Scarlet Monastery, and Sir Volkmar Krupper, are they two of them, right?"
Talina...
After saying that, the knight slashed the ghoul's head with another sword, letting the monster's body with a head slide to his feet.
"It was you, Walkerma, who was at fault."
The war horse panted heavily and stopped accelerating.
"What about that one? You must not be the Chief Priest Sigmar?"
"Forget it, even the captain has been defeated."
Marcus introduced himself coldly, but the gratitude and politeness he imagined did not happen.
At that moment, Marcus seemed to understand that chivalry lies in title and status, but in original intention and action. The oath can never be fulfilled, even before all titles are stripped away.
Like a sharp sword, it tore through the encirclement of the undead in an instant.
The silence around them is still there, but it hasn't come to an end yet. The knights are clearing away the remaining undead that were defeated.
As if yesterday's scene reappeared, Marcus suddenly remembered these dark pasts. How many times, in desperate situations, I was rescued by other knights. But now, as a wandering knight without a title, I also want to
Rescue others.
That left Marcus at a loss for a while.
The war horse galloped over and ended its sprint when it was less than a hundred steps away from the enemy.
Chief Priest Sigma and Mercenary Knight Walkerma, there is a way for us to advance, and there is a way to advance.
"Why does it need to be sacrificed every time?"
Until the very front, only the two of us were left in the entire battlefield. A steady stream of zombies and ghouls stepped on the dead priest's body and pounced on the two remaining living people.
Rotten blood spurted out from behind my face like white juice, but the knight didn't care at all. Instead, he wiped his white cheeks and continued to fight with his small sword.
After saying that, he hit the head of the ghoul behind him with another hammer. The bones were crushed by the war hammer, making a crunching sound. Along with a small amount of blood and brain matter, a small amount of blood and brains poured out from the broken skull of the ghoul.
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The pastor nodded expressively.
"Talina will see you waiting for today's battle. Even if you die, you will regret it!"
Until he saw his companions falling down one by one, Sigma could no longer hold back his emotions.
I knew it would take a long time to kill like that.
In a daze, both of them seemed to hear the sound of horseshoes and armor.
"You never fight for money."
"But you are not a knight. You are just a mercenary captain."
"This is his business."
Ding Biqin walked up to Marcus, patted me on the shoulder, and said——
Behind our eyes, a frail woman holding a knight's sword tightened her reins and stopped in front of us.
"No matter what, you are still dead. They saved you. Now, I will take you to see this little chanter. This old man still owes you money!"
"Wedge formation!"
Under the silver-helmeted horse, Marcusom shouted in a low voice.
The priest looked towards the battlefield with light eyes.
The two of them stood back to back, resisting the undead monsters that were surrounding them...
"You should find a way to survive!"
Under the horse, Marcus shouted loudly.
"Bald guy, does he know? That was the stupidest deal you've ever made in your life."
The pastor's question left Marcus at a loss to answer.
Sigma's tone was light, like a war hammer in his hand, which made him gasp for breath.
Putrid blood and brains splashed in the air. Before Marcus could say thank you, another skeleton warrior had already limped over and stabbed him with a spear.
"They just dirty your hands."
"But... look at the corpses there. Was the sacrifice necessary?"
With another hammer, he smashed the approaching zombie into the mud, unable to move.
The knights of Terfelheim Castle were holding spears and running closely behind the Bretonnian knight.
The priest went to school and shouted, but the sky above his head was always hazy, and dark red clouds rushed across the white curtain, like the blood vessels of a demon, exuding a suffocating breath of death.
"In the name of the male god!"
The knights leveled their spears and charged with all their might!
In addition, the life that was alive just now has not become a corpse lying on the ground at this moment.
Long swords and heavy hammers were smashed on us, and blood formed sad arcs in the air. Zombies, ghouls, and skeletons were piled up on our feet.
"Thank you to the little bishop and their little lord in the north for their support, but..."
However, the mercenary captain on the side came to my rescue.
"From your introduction, your name is Markus, and you were sent here by Rhodes, the little lord of the northern border of Kiswaif. In order to take them to the small base camp on the back line, you will meet with the little chanter of the empire, the little lord of Kiswaif.
Husband and the coalition forces gathered together."