Chapter 659
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"So fast?" Pu Luo was surprised.
Bryson and the other generals' eyes lit up as they heard Dudian's words. They were finally saved.
Although Saint Lorenza had said that they would be killed along with Richelieu and the others. But they knew that Saint Lorenza was deliberately trying to intimidate the Holy Church. If Saint Lorenza really did so then there was only one consequence. He would be obliterated by the military.
"I'll stop the enemy!" Pu Luo looked at Dudian and asked Richelieu for instructions.
Richelieu didn't respond as he looked at Dudian. He was waiting for his decision.
"It's finally here." Dudian's eyes lit up: "Pontiff, I'll leave everything here to you. I'll be right back."
Richelieu was startled: "I'll go with you."
"No need."
Richelieu said as he saw Dudian walk out of the hall: "Pu Luo, give the token to Mr. Dean."
Pu Luo couldn't help but ask: "Are you going to hand over the Holy Cavalry to him?"
Dean interrupted Richelieu: "No need. There is no need to be so troublesome. There are enough casualties." He took Aisha out of the hall. Sergei was the only one following them.
Sergei looked back at Richelieu and the other generals in the hall: "Master, where are we going?"
"The enemy is coming. Of course we're going to kill them." Dudian replied without looking back.
Sergei was dumbfounded: "Kill the enemy? Are we going to rely on the three of us? "
"Of course not." Sergei was relieved after hearing Dudian's words. But the next sentence almost scared him: "I'll do it alone."
Dean had come to the plain outside. He stood on a high slope and quietly looked ahead. He saw the army of knights and the surrendered army stationed in the front of the defensive line. There was a faint black line at the end of the plain outside the defensive line.
Sergei looked ahead and saw the rolling black lines gradually become clear. There were countless black heads moving in the distance. Sergei swallowed his saliva as he felt his heart beating wildly. Even though he had the strength of a senior hunter, he still felt an unbearable pressure in the face of countless soldiers.
"Young, young master, are you kidding me?" Sergei felt as if something was stuck in his throat. He was so nervous that his muscles tightened. "Let's let the Holy Cavalry go. They should be able to resist."
"Cold weapon warfare is great. It produces a fierce general who can change the situation by himself." Dudian didn't pay attention to Sergei's words. He whispered to Haisha: "You wait for me here. I'll be back soon."
Haisha was expressionless as she indifferently looked at the front. It seemed that she wasn't afraid of the incoming army. She didn't care about the danger that Dudian was about to face.
Dudian turned to Sergei: "Take care of her. Don't let anyone get close to her."
Sergei hurried to ask Dudian to stay: "Master, we have so many people. Why do you have to fight alone? It's dangerous!"
"Because of efficiency." Dudian said.
Sergei was stunned.
Dudian took off the black fur coat and handed it to Sergei. He pulled out the dark steel sword from his waist and jumped down the high slope. He rushed towards the black army outside the defensive line.
Sergei was startled. Suddenly he heard the sound of armor rubbing against each other. He turned around and saw Richelieu and Pulo escorting Saint Lorenza, Bryson and other military officers.
"Where is he?" Richelieu asked Sergei as he didn't see Dudian.
Sergei wryly smiled: "Young master is going to fight."
"Fight?" Richelieu was stunned.
Pulo who was next to Sergei said: "He is a master of invention. Why is he going to fight? Is he tired of living? Why didn't you stop him? How many people did he lead to fight? How can he mobilize the Holy Cavalry without my permission? "
Sergei glanced at him. Remembering his identity as the Great Light King, he held back the anger in his heart and didn't bother to respond to him.
Pulo didn't think that a little attendant would dare to look at him. He was about to rebuke Sergei but was stopped by Richelieu. Richelieu stood in front of the high slope and looked at the two camps of Holy Cavalry and surrendered army. He found that the two armies were motionless and there was no trace of chaos. The next moment, with his long-range vision, he suddenly saw a black figure charging out from the direction of the defense line. It leaped out of the defense line and ran toward the surging black tide on the other side of the plain.
"What?!" Richelieu was so shocked that his tongue almost trembled: "He, he is alone?"
Hearing this, Pu Luo, who was next to him, was instantly stunned. He raised his head and looked over. His gaze quickly saw an incomparably tiny black figure rapidly moving forward on the plains. He couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Saint Lorenza, Bryson and the others who were being held at the back were stunned for a moment. They could not help but struggle to stand up and look forward. One of the old staff officers ignored them and sneered, "Fighting alone? What kind of joke is this? It's not called fighting, it's more like suicide. Does he think he's a god who can defeat the army brought by Commander Hidaven alone? Ridiculous … "
Just as he said this, a burly general beside him suddenly exclaimed, "He, he went up alone?!"
The old staff officer was stunned.
"Isn't there the Holy Cavalry? Why is he going to fight alone?" Richelieu couldn't help but ask Sergei. In his impression, Dean had always been cautious and liked to hide in the dark to order others around. However, the current situation was one where even the brave generals didn't dare to take the lead in the battle. But Dean was the only one who was willing to go to the front.
Sergei's face was bitter: "Young master said that it's efficient."
"Efficient?" Richelieu was stunned.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The deafening roar shook his eardrums, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. He clenched his sword, and his pupils changed. The black tide in front of him suddenly turned into a red scourge. The heat of countless figures glued together. In this red scourge, there were seven or eight figures emitting heat like fireballs. They should be the generals of the army.
Dean's eyes turned and quickly found three figures that were more vigorous than the fireball. Two of them were standing together and the other one was on the left side of the army. He thought for a moment and locked his eyes on the two figures that were standing together.
It was impossible to judge the specific position of the other heat sources in the crowd by using thermal vision alone. But Dean's vision wasn't thermal vision but x-ray vision!
He could easily lock the position of each heat source in the crowd.
Charles noticed a person rushing out of the defensive line and immediately raised his hand to order the entire army to slow down. Soon, he saw the person's appearance clearly. He was wearing a strange black armor. It was not the military armor, nor was it the silver-gray armor of the Order's knights. He could not help but frown and shouted, "Who is it?!"
Dean narrowed his eyes as he looked at the army that was gradually coming to a halt. He didn't pay attention to the general's shouts. His feet suddenly exerted force as he used the Dragon Blood Technique to control the flow of blood in his body. The power of magic marks surged out from his chest, and his whole body was covered with snow-white bones. He clenched his sword and rushed towards the general like a grey sword.
Charles looked at Dean's sudden increase in speed and was shocked. He hurriedly shouted: "Get ready to meet the enemy! Heavy armor, get into formation! Archers, shoot!!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
The archers released the arrows that had been prepared for a long time. Arrows rained down from the sky and fell on the plain in front of Dean.
Dean didn't dodge but rushed straight to the front. He waved the sword in his hand and quickly split the arrows that were falling from the sky. With his wide field of vision of 270 degrees, all the arrows that were aimed at his body were blocked one by one.
Whoosh!
After he broke away from the arrows, he leaped into the air and leaped over the heavy shields of the heavily armored soldiers. The height of his leap was so high that even the knights' spears that were piercing through the shields could not reach him.
Charles was horrified. Even other generals couldn't do such a skill. He pulled out his sword and waved it forward. He roared: "Trap the beast formation! Kill!! "
Thousands of cavalry rushed out from the army behind him. The sound of hooves was like a torrent. They surrounded Dean in three layers and then tightened the encirclement to the center.
Dean's eyes were indifferent. He didn't stop at all. He rushed forward and suddenly attacked.
His palm grabbed the front leg of a knight's horse, and the other hand waved his sword to block the knight's spear. He roared fiercely, and the strong horse let out a mournful cry. Unexpectedly, it was pulled by Dean and danced.
The knight on the back of the horse was tied by the rope so he didn't fall. But it was difficult to attack when the horse was dancing.
"Get lost!" Dean turned a few laps and suddenly smashed into the encirclement in front of him.
Whoosh! The horse rushed out like a black cannonball. It instantly broke through four or five cavalry. The knight on the back of the horse vomited blood and died on the spot.
Dean stepped on the body of the horse and rushed forward. He turned the sword in his hand and cut off the heads of two cavalrymen. He didn't stop but retreated back to the army to kill the general who had previously given the order.
"Damn! Stop him! " Charles looked at the beast formation that was easily torn by Dean. He was so angry that his face changed color. There was some panic in his heart. He could feel that the murderous intent of the teenager was directed at him.
Whoosh!
Dean stepped on the head of the cavalry and rushed all the way forward.
In the blink of an eye, he came in front of the general who was riding on the horse.
"Die!" Charles was shocked and angry. He clenched his teeth and rushed forward.
Dean's eyes were indifferent. His body suddenly sped up and his wrist shook. The moment the two crossed each other, blood sputtered and splashed on Dean's cheek. At the same time, a head flew up.
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