"Horse, give me a horse!"
Griffith's heartstrings were instantly tightened, and he shouted to the Storm Squadron beside him.
The cavalrymen hurriedly brought in their horses. A shambling woman approached the cavalry in the darkness. She was wearing a beautiful evening dress, like a guest at a party. Her steps were unsteady and she seemed drunk.
It is very inappropriate for a lady to walk alone at night like this. Griffiths, who was worried in his heart, waved to the people around him:
"Paxiu, go see this lady and escort her home."
"Yes, sir," Paxiu strode towards the girl, "Miss, please let me help you."
The girl stopped and seemed to be observing the soldier's movements. Paxiu thought he had scared her and said it again in a gentler tone.
The girl did not answer or refuse. Silent uneasiness grew in everyone's hearts.
The girl walked out of the shadows by the wall wordlessly and raised her head. Half of her chin and neck had been bitten off her pale face. Her eyes were white, and there were still traces of flesh and blood left in her open mouth.
"Ready for battle!" Nona shouted.
Her voice was drowned out by Griffith's louder roar:
"Blow the assembly horn!"
The dead girl suddenly rose up and rushed over. Paxiu hurriedly raised his shield to block the front. But there was a heavy shock on his arm, and the shield almost came off, and he was thrown to the ground by a dead woman.
"Living corpse!" Gil de Ace shouted angrily, drawing his sword and rushing to save his companions. Suddenly another figure jumped out of the darkness and jumped towards him on horseback.
"Don't get bitten by it!" Griffith rushed to Paxiu's side, swung his sword with light and chopped off the head of the living corpse that was about to bite Paxiu.
Desai raised his lance as fast as lightning and pinned Ace's end to the ground. But the living corpse was passed through the chest, and it continued to show its teeth and claws, trying hard to tear off two pieces of flesh and blood from the living person in front of it.
"Form up!" Griffith shouted, "Where's the bugle? Bugle warning!"
The trumpeter of the squadron was stunned by the monster he had never seen before, but he immediately woke up and blew the sound with all his strength. The living corpse that was pinned to the ground by Desai suddenly twitched violently, and his whole body swelled like a balloon.
"Spread out!" Nona exclaimed.
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a loud explosion that made everyone's ears buzz. Shock waves and explosions exploded around the cavalry, and the armored cavalry and dragoons who were forming a team fell to the ground.
The splashing acid splashed on the armor and horses of the cavalry, making a chilling corrosive sound and white smoke. The team suddenly became a mess. The frightened horses threw off their riders, screaming and bumping everywhere.
Weird and dense footsteps sounded from all directions. In the wide square, groups of twisted and swollen people were rolling towards the cavalry and Miss Mirantis' car that were on guard everywhere.
A group of swift and ferocious strange figures appeared in the southeast corner of the end of the square. A large group of ghouls with exposed brains, claws flashing green, and skinless ghouls swarmed around the suture monsters formed by piles of swollen carrion.
Groups of black shadows emerged from the sewers of the square and suddenly pounced on the crowd from all directions. Among these black shadows are swollen acid monsters with acid spraying all over their bodies. They pounce into the crowd,
"Fight!"
The loud bugle resounded through the night sky. Many Odessa soldiers and Beyelan's guards were also deployed in the square, forming formation as soon as they saw the monster's appearance. Officers everywhere reacted one after another, issued powerful war cries and orders, dispersed the cavalry guards patrolling the Summer Palace Square, and quickly attacked the attacking monsters from all directions.
Griffith grabbed the blood thorn handed by Desaix and said to Nona who had just fallen off the horse: "Everyone dismount and guard the entrance here!"
Afraid that everyone might not understand, Griffith repeated with a roar that shook the world:
"Dismount and fight on foot, immediately, immediately!"
Today, the armored cavalry squadron and two dragoon squadrons of Storm Squadron were brought on duty. The light cavalry remained in the camp under the command of Lien. After hearing the order, Paxiu and Ace, who were caught off guard by the sudden attack, immediately gave up their plan to climb onto their horses. Desai also jumped off the saddle and threw away his lance. They grabbed the reins of the frightened horses and assisted each other in taking off the cavalry shields and throwing lances.
Storm Squadron suddenly became determined infantry. Side by side, they stood like a wall with their shields raised, withstanding the attacking monsters and splashing acid without even retreating. Following the command, they drew their swords and swung them out, causing a pile of rotten broken limbs to hit the cold light.
Other places in the square emitted one after another explosions, mixed with the rustling sound of acid splashing and corrosion, and one after another screams.
Amidst the blood-curdling screams, the exploding acid corroded flesh and blood, and the passers-by who were splashed were corroded into piles of bones in the blink of an eye.
The cavalry were running around and the place was in chaos.
The most loyal and reliable elites are deployed here, including extraordinary people and experienced officers. But the monsters and attacks they had never seen before frightened the horses, and they couldn't even assemble for a while.
There was a scream on the road beside the square. Miss Mirantis's car, which left along the four-car white stone avenue in front of the summer palace, seemed to be washed away by the tide. A large group of gray-brown monsters surged out of nowhere and ran straight into her guards.
"Bang-bang-bang!"
A series of explosions sounded in the air, and the escorting cavalry were instantly wiped out. The remaining monsters crashed on the shore like a storm, knocking over her carriage and pushing it to roll on the ground.
"Nonna, hold on here, I'll come as soon as I go!" Griffith saw that the Storm Squadron had formed a formation and ripped off the sealing rope of the Blood Thorn.
Time, the most important thing is time. No matter how many living corpses come, even if the death knights come, they cannot actually threaten the strong men in the Summer Palace. Moreover, all the guards are elite soldiers, and they will immediately restore their organization after getting through the chaos in front of them.
What is the significance of tonight's attack? Is it Diana De Mirantis?
Griffith rode his horse and held a gun, rushing towards the rolling carriage pushed by the corpses.
…
Princess Mirantes was about to vomit her bile. Her carriage kept rolling like a pumpkin falling into a torrent, with parts and fragments flying out constantly. The maids and guards around her either fainted or fell out of the carriage.
The rolling finally stopped, and the princess, who couldn't tell the difference between east and west, stumbled to her feet, clutched her wand and pushed open the door to escape.
She staggered after only taking a few steps. Something grabbed the hem of her skirt and was dragging it back. Looking back, I saw rotten heads squeezed out of the car window on the other side, and rotten hands consisting of bones and rags stretched out to pull the hem of her skirt.
Miss Mirantis felt her brain buzzing. The monster she had never seen before made a big chunk of her sanity evaporate, and she almost vomited.
She clutched her cramped chest, suppressed her nausea, and raised her wand:
"Frost configuration 16, shaping, horizontal ring; gathering energy, releasing."
While chanting the spell, she also twirled her hair accessories, and the pre-prepared psychic energy burst out, amplifying her spell.
A crystal ring of ice immediately formed around her. The ice and the strong wind continued to grow and spread, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a roaring force that exploded and swept across. The frost impacted outwards in a ring shape, making a loud roar, exploding ice mist, debris and white gas all over the sky, knocking down the carriage and the living corpses swarming outside.
The princess patted her skirt and the pieces all over her body. A strange taste flowed into my mouth, bringing an unfamiliar bitter taste. She touched her forehead and found that blood had flowed down half of her face.
The debris and fog splashed by the impact of the ice ring have not yet dissipated. She then heard the heavy sound of horse hooves approaching her.
"I'm here!" the princess shouted and ran in the direction where the sound of horse hooves came from.
There were footsteps in the dimness, and several injured soldiers came to her side. Before everyone could take a breath, a burst of Herod's neighing sound struck the heart.
In the field of vision shrouded by broken ice and mist, a black knight and a large and startling horse shadow appeared, approaching slowly and unhurriedly.
The soldiers who had just gathered suddenly let out an inhuman scream, dropped their weapons and ran away without a trace.
A shudder ran through Miss Mirantis' body. She couldn't move for some reason, praying with all her hope that the knight in the shadow was a nearby guard, but the hair all over her body stood up in despair like a frog encountering a poisonous snake. Every premonition screamed, reminding her of impending despair.
She saw the knight's face clearly.
Under the black iron helmet were rotten facial bones, there was no skin on the bridge of the nose and teeth, and only green fire remained where the eyeballs should have been. Under the gauntlets holding the reins were gray bones and carrion. A large piece of flesh and blood was also bitten off the mount's neck, exposing the numerous bones on its chest.
Death, death knight? The princess wanted to call for help, but her voice was stuck in her throat, and there was only a terrified whimper between her trembling silver teeth. She had heard about undead creatures in stories, dreamed about vague monsters when she fell asleep in class while studying, and dreamed that she was sweeping these rotten bones with ice rings.
Miss Mirantes was terrified. She faced the monster on the Skeleton Army's horse. She completely forgot about spells, accessories, and escape. She just felt that she was naive for thinking that she could fight against such a terrifying monster.
"You think you can challenge me?"
The Undead Knight emits a reverberation that touches the soul. It has no vocal cords and cannot speak, but the ghost fire in its eye bones has seeped fear into the girl's brain, directly digging out the chaotic memories.
It raised its hand and pointed, and the green fire between flame and liquid was about to spurt out.
Suddenly, rapid horse hooves were heard in the darkness, and a man and a horse rushed straight through the thorn.
The knight rode a red horse and held a lavender spear soaked in cold light. He blocked the undead knight's path like the wind and stabbed him with his spear.
"Maggots!"
The undead roared, pointing the ghost fire in his hand at the knight. Astonishing blood burst out from the knight's side, sweeping over like a sharp blade.
Both parties were struck by the fear of the other, and turned around and fled in opposite directions in front of the panicked princess. However, the knight who came to help recovered faster, broke away from the fear in a blink of an eye, and flew back to hug her around the waist.
Miss Mirantis felt like she was flying. Then he was pushed on the saddle and ran wildly. The wind howled in her ears.
"Who are you!" she exclaimed, struggling to sit up, "You want to take me there?!"
"I am Griffith!" the knight growled, "let's go back to the summer palace."
"Ah, Mr. Death Knight, that's great." The confused princess breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed his armor tightly and hid in her arms.
"No, no, no, I'm not," Griffith fled into the escort of friendly forces without looking back, turning back to point at the monster that was surrounded by the surging corpses, "That guy is the real deal."
