Under the blood-red clouds, the battlefield was bleak.
The swords and sabers interweaved into endless thorns, and blood that was still warm flowed wantonly on the sharp and cold curtain. It was almost impossible to tell whether those limbs belonged to enemies or comrades. Broken limbs could be seen everywhere, and the moans of the dying and the cries of the injured could be heard everywhere in the Shuraba.
The last rebel army had retreated, and she had ushered in the last victory of her life. But there was no joy of victory in her heart, only emptiness and loss.
The pain on her body also became illusory in the face of this loss.
He had never thought that the knights who swore to follow him would betray him. In the end, there were only a few who remained by his side. They had once fought their way through all obstacles under his leadership. After every victory, they would erupt in a triumphant cheer, exuding the brilliance of heroes. They were worshipped and supported by the people. However, on this final battlefield where they won, he could only see the disheveled and gloomy expressions on their faces.
There were no flowers offered to the heroes or the praises of the people, because the people no longer regarded these former heroes as their patron saints.
The final victory on the battlefield meant the failure of this life. The Queen of Britain who held the holy sword had bid farewell to her glory, and time had proven everything. She was not the most qualified king, and in the end, she was not the king who protected her people. She once thought like a machine, and believed that she could use her sword to protect this country, but in the end, the people broke their promise and the knights alienated her. "The perfect king can't understand the ordinary people." Such a statement completely denied the Knight King's lifelong belief, and it also led to the disintegration of her subjects. In the end, she even had to swing the sword in her hand at the people she once swore to protect, and at the knights who also swore to protect her.
The approaching enemy troops overlapped with the scenes in her memory. She seemed to hear the cries and complaints of the past, as well as the disputes that broke out between the once close Knights of the Round Table …
"Artoria." A pair of strong hands suddenly patted on the shoulder of the somewhat absent-minded girl. "Focus."
"Sorry." Saber quickly clenched the holy sword in her hand and refocused her attention on the phalanx in the distance.
"As I've said before, if the Final Holy Grail is unable to fulfill your wish, praying to us is still valid." I smiled warmly and told her the promise that I had told her from the very beginning. However, this time, she should have already faintly understood the meaning of this promise from the recent series of events.
"They are going to attack!"
After calming down, Saber quickly went into battle mode and saw the changes in the battle formation in the distance. The originally dense formation suddenly began to separate layer by layer. The first row of infantry with round shields strode out and took out their javelins neatly. The second row of infantry behind them began to disperse, and the light infantry began to wander to the flank to prepare for the next battle.
In order to deal with a mere dozen or so people, tens of thousands of soldiers lined up in such a formation. At first glance, it was simply laughable. Not to mention anything else, if a fight really broke out, how many of these ten thousand soldiers would have a chance to fight with us? How many of their javelins could reach their targets?
But in the face of such a formation that looked like an anti-aircraft gun hitting a mosquito, I could only feel the strict discipline of the army in front of me.
The invisible sword in Saber's hand pointed forward, and the blade gradually emitted stronger and stronger wind pressure. She was undoing the Wind King Barrier that made her holy sword invisible. Red A took out a very strange golden bow, and without an arrow on the bowstring, he made the action of pulling the bowstring. At the same time, in the front of the heavy infantry phalanx, there was a sudden burst of orderly roars.
"Haa!!!"
Like a swarm of locusts, a huge number of javelins were thrown by the first row of infantry. The trajectory of the javelins in the air made me judge that the landing points of these javelins were not all concentrated on the top of our heads, but evenly covering the entire battlefield.
So that's how it was. They directly used their advantage in numbers to block any agility type Heroic Spirits that might be among us. Under such a large-scale rain of javelins, even a Rider would find it difficult to escape in time, right?
Then, unexpectedly, a hurricane swept forward.
The Wind King Barrier that was wrapped around the holy sword was finally released by Artoria. The timing was perfect, and it formed a tornado that completely surrounded us. Thousands of javelins were sucked into the tornado with chaotic magic, and they uncontrollably collided with each other, causing huge explosions. The magic explosions created a chain reaction, and almost all of the javelins were detonated. In an instant, the sky above our heads seemed to collapse with a loud explosion.
This was the power of the Heroic Spirit army. Even though their first wave of attack was stopped, their power far surpassed that of a human army was undeniable. Just a wave of javelins contained destructive power that was no less than a round of strategic bombers. If it wasn't for the Wind King Barrier, this round of attack was enough to turn any Heroic Spirit into ashes.
There was no doubt that Behren Castle in Ainz was instantly destroyed by this kind of attack. Uncle B was actually able to withstand hundreds of javelins and escape from the mountain mansion with Ilya. Should I say that he was an extremely powerful main tank?
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of bowstrings vibrating continuously rang in my ears. Red A pulled the bowstring of the Bowless Bow out of thin air, and invisible air arrows flew out, accurately killing a few centurions who were charging towards us. It was obvious that this strange bow didn't need arrows at all. Its ammunition was naturally generated by magic.
Damn, the legendary orange bow?
Of course, such a weak counterattack wouldn't stop the well-trained Roman army. After the centurion fell, the enemy's charge became even more ferocious. They threw the javelins in their hands. All of the first row of infantrymen pulled out their broadswords and shouted as they rushed towards us. Behind them, the second row of javelins had already flown over the first row of infantrymen. In the blink of an eye, the javelins were already on top of our heads.
"Void Detonation!"
Being surrounded by tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits, this wasn't the time to continue playing around. When all the javelins entered my attack range, I didn't hesitate to open up a void crack in the middle of them. Even though this crack only lasted for less than a millisecond, the Void Energy that leaked in was enough to cause a chain explosion that was even more violent than the previous one. In the midst of the explosion, a black ball with a radius of several hundred meters suddenly expanded in the sky. It was a phenomenon where a huge amount of magic and a small amount of Void Energy intertwined together and couldn't be released. Then, there was a deafening sound as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart.
A shockwave spread out from the place where the black ball disappeared. Just the wind pressure alone caused deep cracks to appear on the ground, and the infantrymen directly below the black ball suffered a disaster. The tens of tons of pressure that was produced in an instant caused many Heroic Spirits to turn into magic that scattered in the air. The infantrymen who were further away from the center of the explosion were also scattered. With just a single Void Explosion, nearly a thousand Heroic Spirits were turned into ashes.
This scene only lasted for two to three seconds, but it made Yuan Ban and the others exclaim uncontrollably at the same time. Everyone, including Saber, looked over in shock.
This wasn't like the Wind King Barrier that blew away thousands of javelins. This was a complete frontal attack. One explosion destroyed all the Magic Javelins and killed nearly a thousand Heroic Spirit infantrymen!
This was the first time they saw the power of a "photography enthusiast from Centaurus". After a short moment of shock, everyone's confidence soared.
"Although I can't be as exaggerated as you, Uncle Alien, I won't be lazy!" She proudly patted her not-so-plump chest and took out several rubies filled with magic power. She was ready to deal with the Einherjars that were charging at her. However, someone was faster than her.
And the result was even more exaggerated than mine.
Sandora floated in the air, her golden hair fluttering in the wind. Although I would definitely be beaten up if I said it, I still wanted to say it. Sharp golden lines spread out like a curtain wall, connecting the earth and the sky. Sandora, who acted as the CPU in the center of this "circuit board," indifferently gave orders to the enemies nearby.
"The souls of the traitors will serve the Soul Snatcher — kill all your comrades!"
The Heroic Spirit infantrymen at the very front suddenly stiffened as if they were electrocuted. Their bodies trembled violently. Then, they simultaneously raised their swords, turned around, and without hesitation, slashed their comrades in half.
This instant reversal immediately messed up the originally neat phalanx formation. (After experiencing a large number of casualties from the Void Explosion, they were able to quickly regroup their formation. This kind of ruthless teamwork was probably only comparable to Schilling's soldiers.) No matter how outstanding the soldiers were, if they suddenly saw their comrades charging in front suddenly turning around to kill their own comrades, they would also panic. Thus, the phalanx formation that even the Void Explosion wasn't able to mess up finally fell into chaos after a round of internal strife.
"Empire Crush!"
Taking this opportunity, Lei swiftly pulled out the sword in his hand and pointed it forward. A dark red halo rapidly expanded. Other than the soldiers who were already under Sandora's control, a flashing cross appeared above the heads of all the enemies. Beside the cross was a rapidly decreasing number.
"Seize the time to attack." My words reminded the people who were distracted by Sandora's frightening ability. Only then did they remember that the enemy hadn't been eliminated yet!
Berserker took the lead under Ilya's command and was the first to charge into the enemy's formation. He swung his huge axe like the wind and attacked randomly, but he achieved shocking results. A dozen Infantrymen covered in heavy armor couldn't even withstand a single strike from him and turned into broken limbs. In just two to three seconds, he had killed all the Infantrymen who were under Shadora's Mind Control … Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Ilya! Let that idiot aim and attack! "
Looking at the fiery expression in Shadora's eyes, I quickly reminded the silver-haired loli who was daydreaming.
Then, I turned around and saw Uncle B lifting his leg and kicking away an innocent soldier who was passing by.
You're a spy, right? You're definitely a spy, Uncle B!
Fortunately, except for Berserker, who killed countless of his own people as soon as he entered the battlefield, the other people's attacks didn't make any mistakes. Saber and Sasaki, who were good at close combat, waved the sharp swords in their hands. After removing the Wind King Barrier, the dazzling golden sword and the floating psionic "bamboo pole" were like two small meat grinders strangling the approaching enemy soldiers. Although the speed of the two people killing the enemy was not as fast as Little Scorpion who was already addicted to killing, it was still amazing. The agile Rider had already mounted her Pegasus, fluttering around the battlefield, constantly using the advantage of speed and height to kill the centurions who were commanding the battle. Caster's Kanzai magic was fully unleashed under Saber and others' control of the enemy. The overwhelming arcane missiles, Blizzard, Eye Ray, multiple arcane shots, energy waves, and Xiao Li Flying Dagger were dazzling.
Hello everyone, I'm a photography enthusiast who doesn't travel to the undead star …
As soon as they started fighting, Saber found that the enemy this time was different from the heavy infantry she encountered last time. If the soldiers she encountered last time had the strength to fight with her, then the enemy this time …
They were as fragile as a piece of paper. Their movements were slow, their attacks were inaccurate, and they were almost all killed in one hit.
Of course, she wouldn't think that she had a sudden breakthrough, nor would she place her hopes on the armor of the soldiers in front of her being made in China. Naturally, she placed her suspicions on the red crosshairs on the heads of the enemy soldiers.
Of course, that was the credit of Tear. As I said before, in a large-scale melee, a Storm Commander could play a greater role than an entire army. She could strengthen or weaken the soldiers of an army, which could almost reverse the strength of the two sides. If it weren't for the fact that we didn't have an army, Tear's various enhancement skills wouldn't be of much use, and Saber would definitely be more surprised.
Units covered by "Empire Crush" would be weakened. In addition to the regular deceleration, inaccuracy, and weakening effects, the most overpowered ability of this aura skill was a "damage limit" attribute. In short, any attack launched by a weakened target would always cause the minimum damage, and when attacked, it would definitely receive the maximum damage.
For example, if a weakened soldier swung a knife at you, the knife might cut off your arm, or it might only scratch off a layer of your skin because of the angle. In that case, congratulations, other than a few strands of hair, you would not suffer any damage, but for the enemy, everything would be the other way around.
Whether it was Saber or Rider, every Heroic Spirit on our side had the possibility of killing the Heroic Spirits of these soldiers in one hit under the right conditions. Therefore, under the influence of Tear's skill, the possibility of a one-hit kill became inevitable, and a large number of enemies began to fall under the endless attack of the weak points.
If only this skill could last for an unlimited amount of time …
Looking at the crosshairs that were almost reaching zero, I began to have wishful thinking.
When the soldiers of the first line were already in close combat with us, the soldiers at the back of the phalanx weren't idle either. They seemed to be throwing the javelins in their hands non-stop. At first, I was deeply shocked by this tactic of not hesitating to kill their comrades, but very quickly, I discovered a rather unfair phenomenon: These javelins were able to differentiate between friend and foe!
When the javelins hit their own comrades, not only would they not cause any damage, but they would also rapidly disperse into magic power and replenish the bodies of the soldiers who were hit, healing their wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye. Thus, as Tear's ability ended, the reinforcements of the first line and the second line of armored men continuously replenished their magic power (…) to their comrades who were charging at the front, we finally lost the upper hand that we had gained through sudden attacks. A dense, endless number of enemies began to surge in from all directions. Everywhere we looked, we could see the cold gleam of swords brimming with hostility.
Sandora had already given up on her first attempt to control the puppet soldiers that were mostly dead and injured. Her attempt to find more mental slaves didn't seem to be very effective. After all, the enemies were Heroic Spirits, far more powerful than the ordinary creatures that we usually crushed. The mental power required to control a thousand Heroic Spirits was almost enough to control a few thousand times the number of ordinary people. However, the effect was minimal. After the initial panic, the enemy soldiers had learned their lesson. As long as a soldier was controlled by Sandora, the comrades beside him would rush to attack first and dismember the corpse. After a few attempts of mental control, the same thing happened, so Sandora decided to give up on this wasteful attempt. Instead, she used Spirit Ram on a large scale. As a result, the enemy soldiers that were charging at us from the back of the phalanx began to suffer a large number of inexplicable casualties. While they were running, their bodies suddenly trembled and they spat out blood. That was still the best case scenario. Most of them were foaming at the mouth as they ran. Their brains had already been turned into braised eggplant soup by the Spirit Ram. However, their bodies were still moving forward instinctively. As they ran, their mouths were full of white foam. Their brains had already been burnt to a crisp by the Spirit Ram, but their bodies were still moving forward instinctively. As they ran, their mouths were full of white foam.
There was no doubt that the enemy was the Roman Legion.
The strict phalanx formation. The first round of the infantry would throw their spears and charge. The second round of the infantry would throw their spears and fight. The light infantry would guard the flanks and attack. Only the elite infantry of the Ancient Roman Empire would be able to execute such a strict and repetitive tactic. In other words, the Roman Legion had been summoned by the Roman Legion?
The battle was still ongoing. Although the enemy had a large number of soldiers and was coming at us fiercely, due to Sandora's powerful psionic power and the occasional Void Explosion or Amaterasu that I tossed into their phalanx formation, the battle, which had originally been a huge disparity in numbers, had turned into a stalemate. Furthermore, this was under the situation where both Sandora and I had yet to get serious.
However, gradually, I discovered something strange …
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