Arthur was driving his iron cavalry at high speed, and when he was about to return to the base of the Knights of the North, it was already evening.
"What's going on?" Bediwell asked in the back seat.
The knight looked from a distance and saw thick smoke rising from the base: a Viking fleet composed of at least 60 ships was fiercely bombarding the base of the Northern Knights. The two sides were fighting inextricably. The main gun of the base
The blue-white light bombs shot out streaked through the sky, intertwining with the red light bombs on the Viking battleships to create gorgeous firepower.
"Vikings?" Arthur frowned in confusion, stepped on the pedals of the cavalry, and increased the speed of the cavalry. "It's really strange. It's only been more than a week since the last attack. The last time
The Vikings had obviously been defeated and their vitality was severely damaged. Why did they organize such a huge fleet so quickly?"
"Well, they are very rich?" Bedivere asked doubtfully.
The werewolf boy was very curious about how the Northern Knights won the battle last time. Such a large fleet could make the Knights suffer a lot. Why did the battle a week ago not leave many traces of the battle in the castle?
"Have money? ------Haha, the Vikings are just like the Hungarians, they are out-and-out paupers. If they were rich, they wouldn't have to be pirates to rob everywhere. The biggest problem is that the Vikings
The home base is in Iceland, which has almost no lightstone* mineral deposits. All machinery driven by photon reflectors, including spaceships, cannot be manufactured by the Vikings themselves, so they have to plunder them."
(*Note: Lightstone: a magnesium-tungsten alloy mixed in a fixed proportion. After being refined and energized, it can absorb free photons in the environment and reflect them out at a fixed angle. It is related to all photons such as light blades, light cannons, and photon engines.
The basis of the system. Since the mixing ratio of the alloy is accurate to one part in ten thousand, humans currently cannot rely on their own technology to accurately control the mixing and smelting of magnesium-tungsten alloy. All lightstones can only be obtained by mining.)
"So, since they have such a large fleet, the only possibility is that other forces are funding them?" Bedivere held on to Arthur, preparing to withstand the impact.
"Maybe. (pound!)------" Arthur's cavalry fell (collided) on the deck of the spacecraft in the hail of bullets. "It seems that he will be left alive for interrogation." He quickly jumped off the cavalry.
, swung his sword to deal with several Vikings who rushed up.
A burst of light bombs hit like a storm. Arthur quickly pushed Bedivere to the ground, "You are not wearing any armor. It is too dangerous here. Find a place to hide to avoid being killed by stray bullets!"
"Is there nothing I can do?" the werewolf boy shouted.
"One thing: protect the cavalry and wait for me to come back!" Arthur shouted. He drew his lightsaber and rushed forward to fight with the swarming Vikings.
After several rounds, the battleship was cleared of Vikings.
Arthur gasped and looked back at the Viking corpses everywhere. He accidentally forgot to leave any alive...
"Is your physical strength still not enough to cope with a long battle?" He muttered to himself, "It seems necessary to reduce some unnecessary movements."
I always feel that there is something strange about these Vikings... When the knife cuts, it doesn't feel like it's cutting into the flesh, and the speed and angle of the blood splashing are also wrong. It's like... cutting the carrion of a dead body.
Suddenly, green smoke began to rise from the bodies on the deck.
"... Poison mist? Damn it, is it a trap?" The young knight quickly covered his nose.
In the darkness, a sinister voice said: "Hahahahaha, have you really fallen into the trap? How stupid are knights?"
A woman's figure came out of the poisonous mist. This woman was wearing a black velvet robe and a terrifying skull mask. Hidden under the robe was a terrifying snake tail that was curled up into a ball with its tail replacing its feet. ubus
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These ancient epic creatures, half human and half snake, are said to have existed before humans existed. They can manipulate corpses by injecting their own inherent photons into corpses. Succubi are often referred to as "necromancers" by humans.
They are detested by titles such as "Maleficent" and "Corpse Fucker". Regardless of the nature of succubi, since humans are afraid of death, they naturally fear succubi who can control death. They may have the worst reputation among epic creatures.
of a race.
The Black Witch looked at the knight, with an evil sneer on her pale face: "Oh, you know very well, knight! Since you know our existence, you should also know that resistance is meaningless! No one
Can defeat death! Surrender quickly, maybe I will show mercy and let you become my Green Knight. At that time, you will gain the power to truly transcend death."
"Then I will become your puppet and be your lackey forever, right?" Arthur shouted disdainfully, raising his lightsaber high: "Stop being delusional, witch!"
The green light emitted by the sword blade shone on Maleficent's face, making the succubus's smile look even more terrifying: "Ha, what a cute kid ------ I want you more and more. It's okay if you don't want to"
, I will resurrect you after you die. When you are hacked to death and then resurrected, if you are missing an arm or a bone, don’t blame me!"
Countless undead warriors came out of the poisonous fog and surrounded the knight Arthur. The corpses of these dead Vikings were driven by the magic of the succubus. They were like puppets that would keep dancing and killing forever.
Can't be killed.
The green poisonous mist on the periphery continues to spread, and the dense parts of the smoke are permeated with an evil purple-black color, while the less dense parts are a weird pale green. This terrifying poisonous mist not only takes away a person's physical strength, but also makes the surrounding vision blur.
It was so bad that it was impossible to distinguish the ambush of the undead warriors. The poisonous fog surrounded Arthur and the group of undead warriors, constantly reducing Arthur's space for movement, making the battle situation become more and more unfavorable as time went by.
!
"It seems that we can only fight quickly." Arthur rushed forward with a few swords and chopped off the hands and feet of several undead warriors, rendering them incapable of movement.
"It's useless!" the succubus laughed. Driven by some powerful magic, the fallen undead reattached their limbs and climbed up as if nothing had happened. They were already dead, so they were absolutely unkillable.
It is expected that wounds can regenerate and broken limbs can be quickly reattached, right?