The rebel phalanx was attacked by cavalry, leaving a large blank space where the formation was broken, and the soldiers along the way were rushed to pieces. Even the small number of hybrid experimental subjects hidden in the team were stronger and sturdier than humans, but they were crushed by the cavalry and died tragically on the spot.
Desai, who fell from his horse, threw away his lance and grabbed a shield to protect himself. His teammates had already rushed over, leaving only him and the corpses of wounded soldiers on the ground.
Fortunately, the rebels in front of them were also dispersed, and no one paid attention to the lone second-level team leader for the time being. He was cautious and vigilant, hoping to find an opportunity to join the large army.
Because of this, he, who was on high alert, suddenly noticed an indescribable anomaly - so restless and extremely hazy, as if there was a deadly hunter lurking nearby, just waiting for his prey to fall into the trap.
Where does the danger come from?
Desai listened carefully. He heard the sound of turbulent water, the roar of splashing waves as they hit the shore, and the water of the Densa River not far away was rising rapidly!
This river is not deep. Beyelan's army only crossed the river in the morning. How could the water suddenly rise at this time? However, no matter how puzzling it was, Desai could clearly feel that the river was becoming more and more rapid, and it was actually overflowing the river bank.
This is a trap!
Desai immediately realized that it was a trap for the rebel monsters to appear and force the commander of Beyelan to lead the cavalry to launch a counterattack! The moment Captain Griffith, who is the Hand of God, leaves the main position and challenges the monsters, it is the time for the enemy hidden in the dark to launch a surprise attack!
At this moment, Desai spotted groups of armored cavalry, dragoons, and light cavalry appearing in the distance. They maneuvered along the river bank and reached the right flank of the rebels. They broke the formation with one blow, deeply embedded in their core, and then broke out of the formation.
Each squadron is regrouping under the military flag, preparing to charge again.
However, it was also at this time that the Densa River in the rear was rising at a frightening speed, shockingly cutting off the cavalry's retreat route.
The cavalry troops led by Griffith have been completely surrounded by rebel troops and rivers! What kind of skill and power will the enemy in the dark use to allow him to challenge the Hand of God and his elite cavalry? ?
"Captain! Get behind!" Desai screamed heart-breakingly, completely ignoring the danger that such a shout might put him in.
However, he just shouted and found that his throat was strangled by a void and powerful force, and he could not make any sound.
Desai heard the illusory sound of horse hooves, invisible, but very real and approaching step by step. The fog spewed out of thin air. In the deep darkness, a tall black horse and a knight wearing black robes and plate armor slowly walked out.
The moment he saw this living creature, the fighting spirit and rationality in Desai's heart collapsed like ice and snow meeting fire. The din of the battlefield became a stagnant murmur.
The knight's saddle was hung with a long sword as frightening as white bones, and black clouds like mosquitoes and flies gathered around it. Just looking at it made people feel the dank breath of death. He emerged from the mist and tilted his head to look at Desai, who was standing frozen on the ground. His breath was extremely terrifying and cold, but it also contained a little bit of indescribable distortion and restlessness.
"Isn't this Desai?" The voice of the knight on the black horse was filled with weird joy, but there was no doubt that it was joy. "I thought you were killed!"
Is this the voice of Gilles de Ace? Desai took a moment to react. However, this dark horse knight is far different from his past companions in terms of size and aura.
"boom--!"
Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar shot straight into the sky, and a yellow-brown torrent surged in, rolling in turbid yellow mud. The Densa River actually rolled up a huge wave several meters high, sweeping towards the battlefield.
In this turbulent wave, there seems to be a thick and crazy breath echoing, enveloping the overwhelming darkness, trying to swallow up all life.
Before being submerged by the flood, Desai was already as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Because, between the turbid waves and the dark sky, he clearly saw a huge ship with towering black sails.
The vertical and broad bow, the streamlined hull and the terrifying collision angle are tearing apart the barriers of the plane from the empty river. The black sails fluttering in the wind are like the flags of the undead ghosts. The mighty momentum of the obstruction came over.
The ghost ship "Alombis" descends on the battlefield.
In the hunting wind, the ghost ship was filled with huge black sails, and a terrifying wailing sound enveloped the sea. Its speed was extremely fast, and it turned the huge and solid hull sideways in the blink of an eye. As the protective panels were lifted up, patches of orange-red light suddenly lit up under the dark sky! Then thunder rolled, gray smoke surged, and a long whip struck the earth, turning the water red in an instant.
The sixteen heavy cannons on the side of Alombis fired simultaneously, tearing apart cliff-like auditory faults in the air. The entire battlefield was shaken by this sudden attack and momentum, shaking violently in the dense wind-like roar.
Desai was knocked to the ground by the strong wind. A dense barrage of artillery shells flew over his head and hit the assembly point of the Beyelan cavalry.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, men and horses neighed, and the unprepared cavalry and the nearby rebel formations were swept by the shelling, causing heart-rending screams and moans.
…
Galadia, who stayed at the Borodino Hill headquarters, had been paying attention to Griffith's movements. She first saw the cavalry easily smashing a phalanx on the right wing of the rebels. Then, just as the cavalry reorganized and prepared to attack again, the river surged, and a huge ship shrouded in the aura of death came out brazenly, firing its naval guns. It was a volley fired at the cavalry and rebels.
"What it is!?"
Witnessing this tragedy, before Galadia could respond, the command members around her had already subconsciously exclaimed. This mysterious giant ship of the dead crushed the entire place with such brutal force that any mortal who looked directly at it felt a sharp sting in their brains, and their entire body was weak and weak.
"ah--!"
Some spiritually sensitive junior magic science students directly triggered their fear, screaming and running around holding their heads. Even their fear emanated in the form of illusory black mist, floating in the direction of the ghost ship.
Berthier's face was pale. He had conceived more than a dozen plans for third-party intervention, but he never expected that a gunboat would sail out of thin air on the Densa River, which had limited water depth.
"Calm down, huh, calm down," he breathed quickly, suppressing the restless fear and panic, and said to the elf lady beside him, "The battle situation is too unfavorable for our soldiers, we must recall Griffith as soon as possible and cover him The troops retreated."
Galadia is not a member of the command. As an elf, she is a guest of the Byelan army, not the commander. Berthier's words were just a notification out of respect from all aspects. After saying that, he wanted to summon the messengers and issue the order to retreat.
"No."
Berthier immediately thought he had heard wrongly.
Miss Elf's clear voice had a decisiveness and momentum that he had never known before. At this moment, her silky waist-length hair also flew up, and her always happy and beautiful eyes shone with noble determination and cold indifference.
She took off the long bow from her back, drew out the green arrow, and swiped it at Neferti beside her.
"Ouch~"
The silver-haired girl was in pain, and there was a shallow wound on her fair arm. The blood-stained arrow suddenly burned with silver flames, like starlight.
Galadia picked up her long bow and said to her companions:
"Don't underestimate Griffith."
As soon as she finished speaking, she bent her bow and shot out an arrow. A dazzling golden light burst out from between the bowstrings, turning into a brilliant light like the wings of a phoenix that broke through the clouds, reflecting the dark sky into a dazzling display of pure gold.
Light flashed, and the arrow wrapped in psychic energy emitted a deafening sonic boom, piercing the ghost ship in the distance like a meteor.
The arrow was like a blazing flame, with a glow like a weaving. The moment the arrow hit the ghost ship, it seemed to tear open an invisible and strange barrier and pierce the hull!
The moment it hit the hull, a golden halo burst out, causing bright ripples on the water. The majestic giant ship actually exploded a large amount of ink and pus with one blow, dyeing the water surface into pitch black. Countless pieces of broken, organ-like filth shot straight into the sky, and then fell down in pieces.
"As you can see," Galadia stood proudly with her long hair flying in the strong wind, "Miss Neferty has a spiritual connection with Alombis, the ship of the dead. The existence of Neferty guides the ship of the dead. The time and space beacon of the ship's arrival. And her blood is enough to disable the shield of the ship of the dead."
She elegantly drew out the second arrow and raised it nimbly in front of her, scaring the silver-haired girl back. However, what Galadia was staring at was the direction of the giant ship of the dead:
"Come, Naira von Kwaimantha,
"It was you who defeated my Griffith first,
"I'd better dismantle your broken ship first."
