"The poisonous snake of Musilon is my son?" Raun murmured to himself, the expression on his face was covered by extreme shock and confusion: "He is my son?"
Lawn's confusion made him relax his vigilance for a moment.
But Mahhubard did not stop, with hatred deep in his bones on his face. The serpent sword in Mahhubard's hand continued to attack, and the blade hit Raun's helmet with a bang, and it was separated from his head.
The steel flew out in a swirl, and the long blade penetrated deeply into his flesh, burning like a tongue of fire.
Mahubader's great strength caused Raun to be knocked off his horse. The curse on the sword blade tortured his soul. His beloved horse screamed and retreated to avoid the attack, and blood spattered all over his face.
He tried to drag his feet to get up, but a wave of vomiting and dizziness came over him.
In a daze, Raun noticed the screams of the knights around him and their efforts to rescue him, but it was in vain. He tried to find his sword, and one of his feet stepped on the hilt of the Sword of Korona.
.
He looked up at Mathubad's face, and vaguely, he seemed to have returned to his teenage years, when he was a young and dissolute knight errant, and she was the serf maid washing clothes by the creek.
"Master, I am a serf and you are a knight. It is impossible for us."
"Oh! Master, please don't do this! Don't!"
"I have your child! Master!"
"No! You promised, you promised me!"
"Please, I beg you, don't take my son away, I beg you!"
"Give me my son back!!!"
"I hate you, Lawn, I will always hate you!"
The Holy Grail Knight burst into tears. He cried in pain and shook his head: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Adjani! I owe you an apology!"
"Go to another world and talk to your mother, father!" Mahhubard looked at his father crying and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but he still raised the serpent sword in his hand.
Raun tried to force his limbs to obey him, but a wave of numbness overwhelmed him. He heard the desperate cries of the knights, heard the sound of swords piercing his body, heard the sound of horse hooves, and in the end, he vaguely heard
He reached his mount, the voice of the hippogryph Pyquis.
Then, a feeling of dizziness came and he couldn't hear anything...
In the dark night, in addition to the Chinese army still fighting, the camp where the imperial army was stationed was also attacked by the undead. When the dire wolves rushed into the entire imperial army camp, the imperial army was even sleeping!
But unlike the Brittanian army, these troops from Nuer are excellent after all. They are elites who have received military training all year round. At first, they were attacked by surprise. The imperial army was caught off guard and suffered heavy losses. But when the undead wanted to
Going a step further, these positions
The industrial soldiers have gradually formed an extremely strong defense against the undead. The imperial soldiers reacted very quickly to form a solid array. Halberdier and pikemen formed a tight line to block the gap. The musketeer battalion opened fire at full speed. The cannons roared and quickly
Repulsed the attack of the undead.
"Damn it! Charlemagne, what on earth is going on?!" Imperial General Dietrich looked at the fire and shouts of killing in the Brittanian camp in the distance. He directed the soldiers to launch a counterattack: "Those cloth
How did the Retanians get to the front of the camp by the undead army? Are they all blind and deaf?"
"How do I know?!" Deputy General Boris von Zhukov also shouted loudly: "Hold on! Hold on! Listen to my order and fire!"
"Boom~Boom~Boom~" The musketeers launched a volley, and hundreds of dire wolves and skeleton warriors approaching were beaten into sieves. The formation of the undead was in a mess, and the only thing driving them forward was the desire to kill. The guards
The only advantage that mortals have is discipline. Just as it has been for thousands of years, what will greet the primitive beasts will be the orderly steel array of the empire.
After the sneak attack, the imperial army lost more than a thousand people, but the remaining imperial army had already stood its ground. They roared and fought against the undead. The pikemen and halberdiers stood firmly side by side, resisting the charge of the undead.
At that time, they were also supported by artillery and swordsmen. Nur's musketeers rained bullets on the enemy and released their attacks.
The Holy Grail Grand Knight Kalad and his dozens of followers are turning into a torrent of steel to destroy the attacking wave of the undead. Wherever Kalad passes, the fear of the undead is aroused. He is wrapped in golden light like a god coming down from the sky.
Cursing and fighting all the way, Kalad's bravery greatly boosted the morale of the army. Under his invincible performance, the imperial army shouted loudly, and they began to recover their morale from being caught off guard by the sneak attack.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Nuer's army re-arranged itself. Three understrength infantry battalions had been assembled, and more regular troops were deployed on both sides. Just like the practice of the Nuer army, the halberdier phalanx was formed.
The backbone was supported by long-range weapons, archers, musketeers, and heavy artillery. The elite of the entire army, hundreds of imperial knights, were deployed on the left side, looking for opportunities to break through the encirclement.
When Kalad fought back an entire wave of undead and killed two Black Holy Grail knights, and rushed back, his whole body was covered with blood clots and muddy water. This Holy Holy Grail Knight was originally sent by Raun to liaise with the imperial army.
He was an official, so he took several of his knight vassals and dozens of knight retinues and stationed them in the imperial military camp.
It is not without reason that Raun sent Kalad to the imperial military camp. As we all know, Kalad and Ryan have a good relationship, and Ryan has an open lover relationship with Emmanuel, the Duchess of Noor, and is the father of his child. Ryan also publicly admitted that he
As his father's identity, he asked Kalad to be the liaison officer, and Noor also agreed.
Under the roar of artillery fire and the volley of muskets, Kalad led his men to fight back: "The camp has fallen! My imperial brothers! We must fight out!"
"How to do it?" The imperial generals also knew that they had to break out of the encirclement, and they shouted: "There are too many enemies!"
Kalad nodded sternly. He looked back and saw that the entire camp had been engulfed by the undead army. Lawn and his knights were missing, either had escaped or were killed in battle.
But now is no longer the time to hesitate, because the wind of death is raging in this land! A large number of dead Brittanian troops are being resurrected! The undead army will only fight more and more!
"The enemy has deployed heavy troops in the north!" Kalad immediately shouted, pulling the reins of his beloved horse: "On the contrary, the number of defenders in the south is very small, so we break out south! We go to the south of Mousilon and Lane-
Malcador’s armies unite!”
"That's right! Let's rush out!" Boris von Zhukov nodded immediately. He got on his horse and raised his lance: "Soldiers, my soldiers, follow us and break out to the south!"
"Breakout to the south!"
The imperial army began to break through to the south. Relying on strong firepower and well-trained military quality, the Pyrotechnics Academy mercenary group broke out directly to the south in the dark. In order to prevent Raun from escaping, Mathubad deployed most of the army.
In the north and used to encircle Raun, the remaining undead army was immediately defeated by the imperial army's charge, and was actually forced out of a gap by the Pyrotechnics Academy!
The one who rushed at the front was still Calad de Garamente. Calad, shrouded in golden light, rushed into the center of the storm with thunderous force like a white ivory wedge.
A Black Holy Grail knight rushed over and wanted to confront Kalad, but before he took a fighting stance, his head was immediately pierced by the lance in Kalad's hand, and then he was picked up high and thrown ten times.
A few meters away, he fell into the undead army formation.
The Imperial General Dietrich who was following Kalad swallowed a gulp of saliva. He watched as he was instantly killed with one move. Then, the whole person, including his body plate armor and fully armed undead horse, was lifted away by Kalad with one arm.
The Knight of the Black Holy Grail, I think this arm strength is too terrifying, right?
It's just like an animal!
Kalad cursed non-stop along the way. He used the will of the goddess to judge the death penalty of the undead. He took the lead, waving the lance in his hand, stabbing, picking, charging, and killing. No one could stop him wherever he passed. The head of the gun was tossed around.
, where the tip of the spear touched, more than a dozen Tomb Guards fell to the ground under the divine power of Kalad's lance.
When Boris von Zhukov saw this, he raised the eight-shot musket in his hand and fired the trigger repeatedly. The sound of dense muskets spread across the night sky, and the guards holding halberds who were about to gather fell to the ground.
, the imperial army saw that Kalad and the army vanguard were so brave, their morale was greatly boosted, and they resolutely followed the footsteps while shouting.
The siege of the undead was collapsing, and at this time, Mathurbard was covering the wound on his head with his hand, leaving an ugly scar on his face. This was used by Raun's mount Hippogryph Biquis.
The sharp claws and sharp beaks left behind. When Mathubad wanted to get up to finish the attack, Lawn and his mount had already disappeared, and his subordinate De-Leones took advantage of this opportunity to take the final blow.
More than a hundred knights broke out of the siege and fled towards the north.
"Woooooo!" Mahhubard yelled crazily: "Merovingian! Go and block them! Block Kalad and the imperial army!"
"Today, I want to baptize this land with blood! To comfort my mother!!!"
Following Mathurbard's order, Mad Duke Merovingian led a large group of undead black knights and blood knights and began to rush towards the imperial army that was breaking out to the south.
The imperial army was not alone. Just when Kalad was charging at the front of the entire team, a group of more than 700 knights joined him. The leader was Hagen, Duke of Gisoleaux, the Holy Grail Knight.
Sweeping away all the undead in front of him, the stag in his hand
The lance exuded a pure light. As the Duke continued to fight, a white stag appeared from the lance. The light on its body drove away the power of the undead. The skeleton warriors and zombies were almost overwhelmed.
The moment the light and shadow of the stag hit it, it turned into a ball of bones.
Relying on the bravery of Duke Hagen, the imperial army and the army of the Principality of Gisoleaux merged. Among the chaos, Duke Hagen saw Kalad and shouted: "Who can tell me what is going on?"
?!Why did Lawn suddenly burst into flames? Why didn’t Aldereld and Fourcade come to support?”
Hagen was really baffled by all this, but his outstanding military ability and personal bravery made Hagen immediately realize that something was wrong, and he immediately ordered the soldiers to assemble to break out and join the imperial army.
Due to the insufficient number of the undead army led by Mathhubard, the camp where the troops of the Principality of Gisoleaux were attacked received a small-scale sneak attack. He immediately led the knights to kill them out and join the imperial army.
"We don't have time to talk so much now, let me break out and join Ryan!" Kalad shouted.
"Understood!" Hagen also knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so he immediately responded loudly.
With the charge of the two Holy Grail Knights, Kalad was no longer afraid. With the help of Duke Hagen, Kalad galloped forward, and the enemies fell in droves in front of him. Now the Holy Grail Knight was simply
Like a living human god of war, his eyes are burning with the anger of the lake god.
The sword Durandal burned with white flames. He held the lance in one hand and Durandal in the other. Every blow he struck brought destruction to the enemies of Britannia. He could feel the power of the Holy Grail.
Power pounded in his veins. Enemies fell before him like wheat under a sickle.
Invincible, invincible, the black knights turned into rubbish in front of Kalad. These people were either carried away by guns, or directly knocked away by horses, and then crushed into pieces by the horses' hooves.
The last of the Black Holy Grail Knights also fell in front of Kalad.
He has single-handedly slaughtered hundreds of undead.
Then he saw his half-brother, Belites, Kalad's former brother who had now become a vampire. He raised his lance and launched a silent challenge towards Kalad.
"Have you also fallen?" Kalad raised his lance and said calmly: "Then from today on, we are no longer brothers."
"We have never been brothers! Never!" Belites' eyes that have turned scarlet have strong murderous intent: "I have become a midnight noble! My power is beyond your imagination...
"
Before he finished speaking, Kalad's lance had already passed through Belites's shield and hit Belites in the chest. The brother's face just showed a little surprise, and Kalad had already knocked him off his horse.
Down.
"Go to hell! Undead!!!" Duke Hagen didn't care so much. The stag lance penetrated Belites who landed on the ground. The vampire lord let out a shrill scream in the stag's light and shadow, and then
Evaporated into a gray slag.
Kalad didn't have time to grieve for the dead Belitos. The Holy Grail Knight saw the figure of the Mad Duke Merovingian.
The horses' hooves never stopped, and Kalad rushed into the Black Knight's army again, heading straight for Merovingian.
The Imperial Knights have never felt such passion and ambition. They all let out high-pitched shouts. Under the leadership of Kalad, the Imperial Knights followed Kalad and reached Merovingian in the blink of an eye.
Like a shining light through the darkness and rain.
The Black Knights and Blood Knights tried to move to protect the Mad Duke, their eyes filled with hatred but also fear.
When Kalad raised the divine sword Durandal in his hand, the light released from the sword almost made all the undead scream in agony. The glow on Durandal illuminated the entire battlefield, bringing a sense of joy to the undead.
Huge pain.
The blood knights tried to stop Kalad's charge. These blood knights are very powerful beings. They wear ancient armor. Each blood knight is a powerful warrior and a champion warrior of the blood dragon family.
However, no one could stop Kalad's charge. The lance and sword tore apart the armor and flesh of the Blood Knights. Their heads flew into the air. Kalad killed five Blood Knights in a row and approached Merovingian.
The few remaining blood knights were overwhelmed by more than 800 knights and more than 100 imperial knights led by Duke Hagen.
Seeing that he was alone, Merovingian sneered, and the Mad Duke swung his sword and chopped an Imperial knight who rushed from the side into two pieces, including his man and his horse. The Imperial knight didn't even have time to say his last words.
He flew out from Merovingian's side.
The second sword was struck, and a knight-errant from Brittany was struck. The hoofs of his horse immediately sank into the ground, and he was thrown straight away from the high-speed horse.
Merovingian raised his sword towards Kalad.
This is an invitation to a showdown of champions.
Kalad would never allow Merovingian to kill people repeatedly. He accepted the challenge angrily: "My lady guides the tip of my spear!"
The lance in the hand of the Holy Grail Knight came through the air. Kalad dodged Merovingian's sharp sword attack. The tip of the lance penetrated Merovingian's throat. The two saintly warriors started a terrifying battle.
duel.
Merovingian screamed in pain when he was injured, and white flames burned his throat. Black smoke came out of Merovingian's throat, blistering and turning black under the burning of the white flames. Under the crisis
, Merovingian used his undead sword to fight off Kalad's blade, and he stretched out his hand to break the lance directly.
The swords clashed, and the sparks shot out splashed out a long streak of light in the dark night. The arm muscles of both sides were tense to the extreme. At this moment, they were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.
The vampire was very fast. After Kalad's lance broke, Merovingian immediately swung his sword at Kalad.
But Merovingian miscalculated after all. Kalad was no longer a mortal at this time. The Duke of Garament, who was far stronger than the ordinary Holy Grail Knight when he was an expeditionary knight, now has strength far beyond the imagination of the vampire. He immediately
He used the remaining part of the lance to block Merovingian's attack. Just before this new strength was born, Durandal's sword blade cut off Merovingian's sword and the opponent's right arm together with it.
Merovingian screamed wildly, grabbed the remaining undead bone sword with his remaining hand, and threw himself directly towards Kalad.
"Cang!" Kalad immediately put away his sword to resist. Durandal blocked the edge of the Undead Bone Sword and left a terrible scar on Merovingian's chest. The black cursed plate armor was like a broken
The cloth was chopped into pieces by Durandal. Merovingian felt that his power was being guided by Kalad, and his body involuntarily stretched forward towards Kalad.
Kalad turned around lightly. He concentrated all his strength in his arms, and even used all the strength in his waist. Following the movements of the Holy Grail Knight, the sword in his hand turned into a blur that could not be seen clearly.
of light and shadow.
Then, Durandal fell, blood splattered, and the good man's head rose into the sky.
A sanctuary-level championship showdown ended in a brief but brutal manner. The nearby undead army was instantly defeated after losing Merovingian control.
The imperial army and the army of the Principality of Gisoleaux took the opportunity to break out of the encirclement.
The entire battlefield resounded with Kalad's hoarse roar.
"In the name of the lady! Mad Duke Merovingian beheads!!!"