Immediately afterwards, Janos stared ahead, swinging the reins and galloping away on his horse. Without any signal, all the knights in black followed closely and charged towards the place where the monsters gathered.
The heavy armor on the horse made a mechanical "Peng Peng" sound, like an engine running or a heart beating. The joints of the armor began to operate on their own, driving the muscles of the horse to make the horse run faster. Then, through the gaps in the armor, Thick black smoke was emitted.
In the night, the thick smoke on both sides of the knight was like outstretched black wings, cooperating with the horse and rider, galloping over the fields at extremely fast speeds. From a distance, it looked like a group of dark crows gliding at low altitude.
At this moment, the heartbeat of the horse, the heartbeat of the rider, and the heartbeat of the mechanical core mix into a rhythmic trio.
The crows were extremely fast, far exceeding any known vehicle, and the horses wearing mechanical armor were undoubtedly consuming their lives while running.
Ilona lowered her body, and the oncoming madness blew away the hair in front of her. There was only empty darkness in the exposed eye sockets, and the eyeballs that were supposed to stay inside had long since disappeared.
It was not easy to lift the blade at such a speed, but she tried hard to keep her only eyes open and aimed at the enemy who was getting closer and closer in front of her.
That freak with mycelial tentacles on all four limbs, Polonius had not yet come out of the joy of rebirth. He watched a group of dark things come to his eyes from the end in an instant, and thought for a while with his mycelium-wrapped brain. Suddenly I figured out something.
If the story of the monster is true, then the flock of crows that hunted the monster must also be true.
His expression changed from joy to confusion to shock and horror. He waved his mycelium tentacles to completely eradicate the threat to him, and at the moment when he saw the dark heavy horse rushing in front of him.
The sword blade in Ilona's hand made a deafening sound in the air, and the huge impact almost cut the air in half.
Polonius' vision tilted slowly to one side. Before he could understand what was happening, the height of his heart in his upper body had begun to slowly shift. Ilona continued to charge towards other monsters on horseback without looking back. Take a look at him.
The hyphae withered and fell one after another, and the newly acquired limbs began to melt and decompose into a puddle of mud. Polonius' mouth grew wide and he couldn't believe how suddenly everything came and went.
The melting tentacles crazily stretched into his injured chest, trying to bring the two halves of the heart together, but it was just a wishful thinking.
His body was severed along with his heart, and only a small portion of skin and bones were still connected. In the end, he fell on the mud, and all the fungi on his body died, turning him back into the pitiful little stick without limbs.
He cried loudly and stared blankly at the sky, his eyes full of reluctance. No one knew what he was thinking about in the end, whether it was regret or greater hatred.
Until the vitality that the mycelium brought to him was completely exhausted, his eyes looking at the sky lost their color, and he completed his story with a tearful and twisted expression.
The deafening cries of crows echoed from the air, and the huge Lord of Crows in the forest also descended here. Its scarlet eyes were like searchlights, giving the monsters in the fields nowhere to hide.
It flapped its huge wings and suddenly fell down, instantly crushing a "scarecrow" to pieces.
The "scarecrow" will melt into black water the moment it is cut into two sections by the crowd of crows, but at the same time more "scarecrows" will emerge from the field. Once there is a blind spot in the vision, its body cannot be seen.
The monsters that can only stand on one leg move surprisingly fast. Sometimes they jump and sometimes they move forward directly in the mud. Countless mycelium are flying in the air, and countless mycelium are constantly withering and withering.
Janos suddenly reined in his horse and looked around the ground as if searching for something, but he never saw anything noteworthy. Instead, he saw an old friend among the monsters.
A standing beast pulled the galloping Crow Rider off his horse, twisted his head off on the spot, and after throwing the body aside, he also noticed where Janos was.
"Janos!" the monster roared. "My death! You have a share in it too!"
Janos shook his head, turned his horse's direction to face the monster, and quickly shook off the mycelium wrapped around the blade. "No, Garber, your death is entirely your own fault, but as a friend, I should give you a ride."
The brutal battle lasted for a long, long time, and tonight, for the crows, was just an ordinary night in the day-to-day life.
Return to the forest.
The roar of machinery and the roar of monsters came from the distant fields, causing the birds to fly in all directions. In comparison, the gloomy forest was a peaceful and peaceful place.
Captain Claudius walked leisurely while playing circus tunes. He grabbed Anya's ankles and roughly dragged the unconscious girl along the ground like a corpse.
Anya's thin skin was scratched by the pebbles on the mud surface and blood stained all the way. Several cardinals flew around anxiously, but there was nothing they could do.
When he reached a relatively empty area, Claudius suddenly stopped. He let go of his hand and let Anya's legs fall to the ground, allowing the girl to "die" here temporarily.
Claudius inexplicably began to fumble for something in his coat, and he took out a shiny gold coin.
It was a genuine gold coin, and there was a conspicuous knife mark on the front of the coin, which was engraved with the image of the current Pope Roderick, making the gold look unique.
Then Captain Claudius began to talk loudly to himself.
"When I throw a coin into the air, the probability of it landing is either heads or tails. It is just like the destiny given to us by God and cannot be changed."
He said, chuckled a few times, threw the coin high into the air, caught it with the back of his hand, and pressed it on with the other hand.
"It took me ten years to learn a seemingly simple but actually very difficult trick. Without the help of magic, I can get heads every time I toss a coin."
Claudius's golden eyes were fixed on the darkness of the woods.
"This is not just a matter of technique, but also your belief, the belief that you can change your destiny." Claudius slowly removed the palm that was on the gold coin, and the gold coin below was indeed facing up.
Then, he deftly put the gold coin on the back of his hand into his palm, held it tightly, and took out the leather whip from his waist with his other hand.
"Can you also control your own destiny and make the coin land heads?"
