On the fertile field in front of Butan City, floating clouds obscured the sun and there were countless corpses.
No one could have imagined that the situation on the battlefield would reverse to such a situation after the strong men from the rebel army joined.
Not only did the Grand Duke overestimate the rebels, he also overestimated the Sultan.
It's not without reason that they can get together in this vibrant land of the Western Continent.
It is impressive to see the excellent matching mechanism of the Western Continent Region.
After the shield soldiers were unable to form a line, the Sudanese army was almost thrown into disarray by the impact of frantic soldiers and top masters. Seeing that the Duke was really in trouble, Tino also became ruthless. All the defenders in the city were sent out, and even young civilians were force-fed drugs and pushed out of the city gate.
He had already made up his mind to abandon the rebel army, and as soon as the Sultan retreated, he would immediately follow the Grand Duke and flee south.
The institutional shortcomings of the Sudanese army were finally exposed after the tactics failed.
In order to get a piece of the Yangen royal family's inheritance, the royal chiefs frantically arranged for their confidants. In the end, the army of 30,000 people was divided into several forces that controlled each other. It would have been fine if they could advance smoothly according to the tactical arrangements of the army commander Walter. At this time, they were caught off guard by the combination of magic and top combat power. However, the elite of the rebel army last night The night attack also killed a large number of middle-level generals. In the crazy defeat of the dead, the generals and soldiers from different tribes did not recognize the generals and soldiers, and were on guard against each other.
This also resulted in the shield guards who were not affiliated with any chieftain fighting almost alone. They rushed to attack their comrades but not to their comrades. Without the support of the shield guards, they were no different from targets. The top warriors of the rebel army almost effortlessly You can kill these iron lumps one by one.
The more shield guards died, the faster the Sudanese army was defeated.
Walter at the back was almost going crazy and wanted to hang these people's mothers on the city wall.
The military orders could not leave the military camp at all. The generals of each tribe were clamoring to withdraw their troops, and the battlefield became a mess. Coming from an academic background, he still lacks experience. Faced with this difficult and corrupt situation, he has no choice but to play it off.
Walter walked out of the military camp and looked at the bloody dark clouds gradually gathering in the sky. Is Master Waci still okay?
Alfred pulled the knight's sword out of the chest of the shield guard in front of him, and the body fell to the ground. The surrounding Sudanese soldiers were afraid of his strength and did not dare to step forward.
He glanced at the group of people with disdain, jumped back, and retreated to the rear of the rebel formation.
Seeing that the terrifying knight retreated, people swarmed up again, pretending to be pursuing him.
Alfred sighed softly, killing people on such a ridiculous battlefield was so boring that it was annoying.
He is the deputy head of the Knights of the Bavarian Guards. He received the Order of the Templar at the age of thirty-two and is known as a genius rarely seen in Bavaria for a century.
All that is lacking is qualifications. When the leader of the Knights of the Guard retires, it is almost certain that Alfred will take over.
He was not a subordinate of Archduke Ortiz, but one of the people sent by the king to assist Edmund.
Not only him, but also two-thirds of the powerful guards. For that lantern, Bavaria spent a lot of money, and the royal family sent fifteen people at once, and it was bound to win.
Alfred originally proposed to seize the lantern forcefully, because there was no strong man in the rebel army who could stop them, but for some reason the Archduke rejected this sure proposal, and instead allowed Tino to delay again and again.
Until the Sudanese army came to the city, he still had to help the rebels defend the city. In his opinion, these were unnecessary things.
The guards were not without objections, but Edmund was solely responsible for the lantern, and he vetoed all suggestions. The words spoken by the Grand Duke of Bavaria, who had more than ten thousand people under one man, were equivalent to the king's orders, and they had no choice but to follow them and join this war where there was a huge disparity in strength.
In their view, the Sudanese army was no different from the bandit army, and the shield guards were barely the same thing. But these scattered shield guards were rushed by the frantic warriors. Facing these strong men, they almost all fell into a one-on-one dilemma. Naturally, they were quickly defeated one by one.
In just a short while, almost all the shield guards on the battlefield were killed.
The siege ladder in the distance was demolished by the arrogant boxers with their bare hands. At this point in the battle, not a single piece of equipment needed for the Sudan's siege was destroyed.
The boxer walked slowly to Alfred's side, crossed the battlefield, and smashed dozens of Sudanese soldiers away, feeling equally bored.
"I see that the Sudanese are already retreating and their siege equipment has been dismantled. Is the mission assigned by the Duke completed?"
Alfred drew his sword and cut an arrow in half in half, feeling helpless.
"It's time to leave, but they seem to be crazy..."
The swordsman holding a huge sword was also one of their companions. He was almost trapped in the Sudanese army, harvesting lives like the god of death. His expression was cheerful and cruel. There was no such opportunity for him to kill in the Southern Continent. Not only him, but also several guards.
"Then let's stay for a while. We can go back after all the rebels who drank the madness potion are dead..."
"...Hank, look up at the sky." Alfred suddenly asked in confusion: "What is that?"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Boxer looked up, and then saw the bloody red clouds covering the sky.
"...Huo Shaoyun?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a fragment of a big sword suddenly fell in front of the two of them.
As if being shattered by some terrifying force, the fragments were twisted into an unnatural angle, and a strange scarlet curse light lingered on the blade.
"Is this... Harold's sword?" Alfred looked at the Sultan's military formation in disbelief. In just a short moment, the great swordsman who had been killing people there was no longer aware of what he was doing. trace.
The two of them were in disbelief for a moment.
"Harold fell into trouble? How is that possible?"
They didn't even think much about it for a while, they just thought that Harold had been captured by the Sultan's soldiers.
"What is that guy doing? He died at the hands of an army of this magnitude?" Alfred's voice was filled with anger.
The strength of the great swordsman Harold ranks among the top five guards in this trip.
It stands to reason that a strong man of this level entering a military formation composed of ordinary people would be like a wolf entering a flock of sheep.
It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to kill such a strong man. Often it is only possible to exhaust the strongest with a massive amount of human lives. How long has it been since then?
"No, it's witchcraft..."
Boxer Henk looked at the scarlet light on the sword tip fragment and felt an extremely dangerous aura.
"Let everyone come closer. We are careless. There are also high-level professionals among the Sudanese. If Harold's sword is broken like this, I am afraid that there will be no less than ten people..."
Suddenly, there was an explosion.
Then, the ground shook like an earthquake, and Alfred looked at the other end of the battlefield in shock——
A chasm like a rift spread into the distance, the light from the spear tip flashed fiercely in the rising smoke, and the crisp sound of the clash of spears and swords resounded throughout the battlefield. But within a few seconds, the flickering light at the tip of the gun stopped, and it was as dead as if it had been broken.
Half of the bodyguards were thrown out of the smoke, their eyes filled with horror.
"No...what is that..."
A scarlet figure slowly walked out of the smoke.
Boxer Henk raised the corners of his mouth.
There was a lot of fighting spirit in his eyes, and he clenched his fists:
"interesting."
He stepped hard with his right foot, and the ground shattered with a bang. His figure suddenly accelerated, turning into a strong wind and crossing the battlefield, colliding with the scarlet figure!
The coercion and energy spread like a tide, the light of the sword disappeared, the dark wind and the ghosts roared, it turned out to be a knight.
A series of punches fell like a torrential rain, and the knight jumped into the air riding on the wind of fists, and slashed down with his sword——
The figures of the two stopped at the point of collision like a freeze frame in a movie, and Henk punched loudly!
Alfred had seen this guy's full-strength punch, like the roar of the sea, with such majestic power that it could even crush rocks.
But the next second, his eyes widened and his eyes were about to burst.
How could it be so fast...
Henk's elbow was broken at the root, and the knight fell to the ground and sheathed his sword. The wind of that punch swept through the dust like a landslide and a tsunami, but it fell into the air...
In just an instant, the two people's bodies had already crossed each other. Henke's head fell to the ground, and all the Duke's guards who were watching the battle did not expect that such a scene would occur.
The noisy battlefield seemed to be silent for a moment.
The knight tilted his head and saw Alfred in the distance.
Then, slowly step up.
Space trembles.
The Ghost Rider holding the sword and shield came to him in an instant as if he stepped out of the void.
Omens of death are coming.
Alfred's pupils shrank suddenly before he could see the whole knight clearly.
The evil spirit was covered in curses, like a Shura coming out of hell. The screaming wind caused by the howling of thousands of wronged souls swept out from the gaps in the armor. The bone-chilling cold made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.
As a knight, he instinctively understood what he was facing. This is a blunt knife that has been polished countless times in the reincarnation of life and death and the boiling hell of blood. It is resolute, cold, and has a majestic killing intent.
The knight came slowly, stroking the edge of the sword with his fingers, and his eyes dropped lightly, as if he was not paying attention to his opponent, but was feeling the battlefield.
Walking very slowly, as if missing something.
Alfred solemnly raised the knight's sword and assumed the most standard defensive posture. He held his breath and concentrated. The two of them got closer. The sword flashed and the knight raised his eyes.
Facing the falling sword edge, he raised the sword in his hand.
Chichichichichichichichi——
The sound that sounded instantly was not the sound of the knight's swords clashing. The sword blades sliced open the flesh, bones shattered, and blood spattered like rain. Each sword went straight to the vital point, with a sword force like a landslide and tsunami, and even the air was cut with a dull buzzing sound. At this moment, dozens of swords flashed, and the confusing sword light bloomed like a storm! ! !
Alfred's sword hit the ground feebly.
The marks of being cut extended all the way from his head, crisscrossing each other, shocking. The bones and internal organs inside had been twisted into turbid broth by the sword energy. The knight sheathed his sword, and Crane's head fell in half, followed by his neck, shoulders, arms, chest, and lower abdomen... His stomach was already like a chopped football, with blood and internal organs leaking to the ground.
The genius of the Bavarian Praetorian Guard was thus dismantled.
Sword skills like ghosts and gods.
The knight turned his head indifferently, and his companions fell one after another, finally allowing the strong men brought by the Duke to react.
The guards who arrived surrounded the evil spirit, but no one dared to take the lead.
If the assassin was not there, Alfred would be the strongest among the guards, but he would be instantly killed in a single encounter, ending up with his body cut to pieces...
How strong must this evil spirit be?
"....who are you?"
The knight ignored his opponent, but raised his head, looked up at the gate of Butan City and asked:
"Is this the last city in Yangen?"
No one answered him.
"Even if the kingdom is destroyed, it will remain unknown..." The knight shook his head jokingly, "Why would she think those dirty things can be remembered for eternity... So I hate women, I feel too good about myself... ..."
Finally, the man on the other side couldn't hold it any longer and slashed at him with a knife.
The knight raised his hand and slashed horizontally with his sword. He did not rush to kill anyone, but the terrifying force still knocked the man away.
He said nonchalantly: "Do you want to wait a little longer? The magician at the top of the city is casting a spell and is aiming at me. It will take a while for the magic to come out."
"Galen, stop playing around." A cold snort came from the void, "Destroy these people quickly and open the city gate. The sacrifices will not be able to sustain your consumption."
"I'm urging your mother. If I were still alive, it would be your mother's fault."
The evil spirit's little mouth was like honey, and he showed no mercy to the wizard who drove him.
In the military tent behind the battlefield, the wizard Wa Ci snorted coldly.
Beside him, Xi'er was hung on the execution rack. The cursed fire of necromantic alchemy was burning on her body. The girl's originally white and smooth skin was burned to shrivel and crack, and the unspeakable pain was tormenting her. The soul's mouth was slightly open, but it could no longer cry out.
The pale eyes have gradually lost their vitality.
"What an astonishing vitality and soul strength... a hundred times, no, a thousand times higher than that of ordinary people? How on earth did an orc do it... It's a waste to burn him to death, otherwise he can take it back. Study it. Fox girl, you have to keep your resentment, right... it’s this look... This way the fire can burn brighter, Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie..."
He took a small knife and carved a strange symbol on Xi'er's belly.
As soon as the blood came out, it was evaporated by the scarlet curse fire and turned into a bloody scab that was burned and cracked.
After doing all this, Wa Ci said with a ferocious smile:
"I give this order in the name of the Command Seal! Galen, the Witch-Slaying Knight, for the great cause of His Majesty the Witch-King, open the gates of the Untan City and find the ancient artifact!"
The command spell engraved on the lower abdomen instantly bloomed with a strange but blazing red light, and the death curse fire rose as high as a person. The heartbreaking pain spread throughout Xi'er's body, and the girl couldn't help but twitch - —
Feeling the compulsion from the depths of his soul, Galen in the center of the battlefield sighed softly.
"Although I can do something about your mother, I really can't do anything about you, a fool..."
He watched the light of magic on the top of the city light up, and the powerful men surrounding him also came to attack him——
That’s all.
He raised his sword, and endless scarlet death curses poured out from the sword.
The soul turns to firewood and sets death on fire.
Suddenly, it was as if the gates of hell were opening.
The death curse fire on his body boiled up. Galen held the sword in both hands and slowly raised it————
The guards belatedly came to attack him, but it was already too late.
The cold and empty premonition of death filled everyone's heart. The next moment, the sky-reaching scarlet sword light dominated the battlefield like a beam of light, and crashed down again! ! !
The earth shattered, the flames fell, and the air waves raised by the sword spread to both sides in an earth-shattering manner. Countless soldiers were instantly wiped out, as if even the space was shaking.
The torrent of sword energy transformed from the necromantic alchemy cut through the battlefield, like ghosts and gods coming to the world.
A terrifying chasm spread from the front of the knight's sword to the city gate, getting thicker and deeper, until the tall city head and the two city walls were reduced to ashes, and all the frantic rebels were swept away with one sword - ——
The knight who provoked the destruction of this country ended this history of destruction with a sword.
