Author's Note: I'm coming.
When they returned to Castle Kuyleu, both Laing and Angelo had some changes. No one could tell what the changes were, but Suria could clearly feel that Angelo was full of fighting spirit and confidence, while Laing's psionic energy was flowing non-stop. He seemed to be testing something.
In the city, two thousand Old Guard, two thousand Coldstream Guards, and a thousand Unicorn Guards were ready, along with a small number of Grail Knights.
"Are you ready?" Suria walked out from behind the Knight King. She held the Angel League sword in her hand, then said to Laing and Angelo, "We're ready."
The Ancient Tomb of Kuyleu was quiet. Thousands of troops were gathered here.
In fact, if Laing risked his life, he might be able to gather a hundred thousand people here, but would it be useful? What kind of army was the Seed of Destruction's Khorasan Skull Hunters? If they were not elites, they would just be sacrificing themselves to the enemy.
"Are you ready?" Clayon raised his head and glanced at him.
On the city wall, Morgiana, who was wearing a long dress, nodded at Laing. Veronica, who was sitting on the battlements, nodded at Laing. The female council leader even waved her little fist and puffed up her cheeks, saying that he was not with her at this time! I think you're too arrogant!
Laing could not help but laugh. He waved at Veronica and Morgiana.
Suria was also interested. She walked to Laing and saw that Laing's butt was covered in mud and melted snow. She could not help but frown. "Where did you and Angelo go? How did you get your clothes so dirty? "
"Uh, I chatted with my brother for a while." Laing watched as Suria patted the snow and mud off his butt. He said gently, "I need two hours to prepare. When I'm done, I will send a challenge signal to the subspace. The Seed of Destruction will not be able to refuse my challenge unless it no longer wants the Khorasan's favor."
"Understood. I will arrange everything. You and Angelo will wait in the castle," Suria said softly.
"Then, please, my dear." Laing thought for a moment. He gently hugged Suria and whispered in her ear, "Remember, retreat if you can't win."
"Retreat? Don't be so unconfident, my dear. "Suria could not help but giggle." Don't forget, I didn't lose! "
"Damn it, how many times are you going to bring this up? Why are you so familiar with it?" Laing's face suddenly darkened. He complained, "I know you have the blessings of my brothers. You are powerful, but don't force yourself. When you become a demigod, we will talk about it."
"I have a feeling." Suria hugged Laing tightly. "My dear."
"Yes?"
"Don't die. We still have stronger enemies to deal with."
"Of course."
Laing let go of Suria and walked into the castle with Angelo.
In front of everyone's eyes, the door slammed shut.
Morgiana began to recite a spell. The Lake Goddess stood on the city wall and opened her arms. As the light of the divine spell was released from her body, the entire Kuilwu Tombs began to be shrouded in a thick mist of the goddess. This thick mist made it impossible to see in the forest, but it did not hinder the Grail Knights of the goddess. The Old Guard's dragoons had been divided into small teams and moved with the Grail Knights.
Veronica, who was wearing a fiery red leather coat, was also ready. The female president stood on the city wall. "When I use fire spells, Her Majesty Katarina, please hold back the release of ice spells. Otherwise, our spells will conflict."
"You have good taste." Katarina was now wearing a black leather coat. Tsar listened to Veronica's words and did not agree or disagree. Instead, he said something inexplicable.
"Ah?" Veronica was stunned for a moment. Then she said, "You mean Laing? Of course, this is what I deserve, isn't it? "
"He even gave you the entire council." Katarin looked enviously at the High Elf Yserama Silver Soft Armor on Veronica's body, the full set of jewelry bestowed by the Emperor, and the Divine Staff of the Sun that Veronica had custom-made from the old magic toad Mazda Moody from Luscia, as well as the powerful magic around her. "Do you sometimes feel like you're dreaming?" The Czar asked casually.
"What's wrong with you? My Majesty Katarina? " Veronica understood a little. She laughed and said, "Do you want me to arrange a position for you next to Laing?"
"Position? How much salary can you get? How about the treatment? "Katarina said half-jokingly.
"Are you serious?" Veronica glanced at Katarina.
Katarina did not say anything.
"Otherwise, shut up. I'm his chief minister, his most trusted magic consultant, and Laing's earliest partner, not you. My Majesty Tsar is also not that pair of mother and daughter." Veronica said bluntly. "Look at you. Do you think you're special? You and Laing are enemies? "
"That's not what I meant." Katarina's face turned red and white. She could only explain reluctantly, "I just thought …"
"Do your own thing, Your Majesty." Veronica looked into the distance. "Otherwise, we'll all be finished today."
"Yes." Katarina did not object.
On the other side, Teresa and Aurora had also entered their positions. The sorceress and her daughter had set up a total of six magic circles on each mountain. Now, they were going to control the activation of the magic circles.
Everything was in order.
An hour and a half later, Berchemund and Kalard followed behind the Green Knight. A team of Grail Knights followed closely behind, and the Old Guard Dragon Riders followed them into the thick fog of the ancient tomb belt.
They would shoulder the heavy responsibility of fighting against the Chaos Steel Bull Riders and killing the commander of the vanguard of Chaos.
The Green Knight was as silent as ever. On the contrary, Berchemund and Kalard were quite talkative. Duke Berchemund rode behind Kalard on his horse and muttered, "I really don't know what I should call him."
"What? Your Highness the Green Knight? "Kalard looked at Berchemund with a puzzled face." Of course, you should call him Your Highness. "
"No, I've checked. According to seniority, I should call him great-great-great-great-grandfather." Duke Berchemund hesitated. "According to the family tradition, I should call him ancestor. According to the law, I should call him the first Knight King or the leader of the Red Dragons. According to the name … I really don't know how to say it. It's just … very awkward."
"Just call him Your Highness the Green Knight, just like how we've always called him." Kalard did not care about this.
"But if that's the case … wouldn't it show that the Red Dragon family and Berchemund's bloodline are different?" Duke Berchemund was still hesitating. "Did the ancestor recognize me? If I directly recognize him, will His Highness think that I'm a lucky bastard who relied on his ancestor's help? I really killed a Red Dragon with my own strength and washed my shield with holy water. I even fought against my ancestor. "
"…" Kalard was speechless. He kind of understood.
Berchemund had always liked to show off his ancestor and bloodline, but when this ancestor really stood in front of him, he did not know what to do.
Interesting, very interesting. Kalard thought for a moment and suddenly laughed. "You're nervous."
"I'm not!" Berchemund was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The old duke was agitated.
"You're nervous, my duke. You usually don't talk so much." Kalard stopped smiling.
"When the marshal finds out that the ancestor he admires, the founder of the kingdom, the creator of countless myths, and the popular main character of epics, appears in front of him, you'll become like me." Berchemund could only admit.
"Show me your power, my Duke." Kalard thought for a moment. "Maybe if you kill all the Khorne in front of the ancestor, he might remember you."
"Oh! That makes sense! " Berchemund was stunned for a moment and immediately thought that it was a good idea. The duke gave him a thumbs-up. "Wow! That's great! "
"Where is this dialect from?" Kalard was confused by Berchemund's strange language.
"I learned it from the Skaven Ratmen." Berchemund shrugged. "In the Battle of Zeon, a Skaven Assassin wanted to kill me, but I cut it in half. It said that before it died."
"Quiet. Why do you have so much to say?" The Green Knight's voice sounded. He led a group of Grail knights into the thick fog. The demigod made a gesture and signaled the Old Guard dragoons to get into position. Davu immediately led the dragoons to find a good spot. "I feel it. The Khorne is about to appear."
Seeing this, Bohemond and Kalad remained silent. Together with the Green Knight, they crouched behind a tree and observed the situation.
They're here!
Amidst the deafening lightning and roaring, a portal of chaos opened between the open space in the forest and the tombstones in the graveyard belt. The thick smell of blood, rust, and brass skulls spread out. The chaotic energy in the surroundings was like a tsunami, spreading out along the entire graveyard belt. Then came the praises of the King of Skulls and the praises of the Blood God. In the blazing fire and boiling magma, the wild roars and angry roars stimulated everyone's nerves. At this moment, even the veteran guards and the knights of the Holy Grail felt the tremendous pressure and the desire for blood and slaughter.
"Steady! Soldiers, the lady is with you. I'm with you! "Kalard shouted to everyone, his eyes flashing with the divine power of the Lake Fairy.
Everyone's morale was slightly stabilized, but then a bigger storm appeared. Along the portal of chaos, the first thing that appeared was hounds of Khorne flesh hounds.
The flesh hounds were once humans, living humans. Unfortunately, in the domain of Khorne, losers did not have the right to live. After these people failed, they no longer hunted for survival or to carry out justice. Instead, they lived for the flow of blood and the enjoyment of killing living creatures. Legend said that these people had long lost their minds and became hermits in the wilderness. Now, there was no longer a trace of wisdom in their black eyes. What emerged was only a vicious thirst to tear the throats of living creatures.
"Should we attack?" Davu asked the Green Knight.
"No." The Green Knight shook his head. "This is just the vanguard. The flesh hounds are not worth mentioning to the vanguard of Khorne. Attacking them will only expose our whereabouts."
Everyone continued to wait.
The flesh hounds were puzzled by the fact that they had fallen into a world full of thick fog and forests. The thick fog of the Lake God had weakened their sense of smell and hearing. They roared in their original form and did not dare to go into the fog.
Amidst the thunderbolts, the second troop appeared quickly. It was a large group of Khorne Bloodthirsty Demons. These low-level demons had long, thin, and cone-shaped heads that extended backward like an alien. They were red all over and had two goat horns. They were monsters made up of the purest brutality and brutality. Every low-level demon swore to hunt for skulls for the Lord of Wrath instead of for themselves.
Although they seemed to be the masters of the flesh hounds, they were just one of the pursuers to the high-rank Khorne demons. They would think about the actions of mortals to make up for the stupid intelligence of the flesh hounds. They would also use the hounds' sensitive senses to track their targets. After all, no hound could understand the intentions of its prey.
As they appeared, the roaring flesh hounds saw their masters and growled in excitement.
Then, a great demon and dozens of high-rank Khorne demons appeared. The Khorne Carrasco had appeared with a giant horn and a giant axe and a long whip in his hand.
"Mark them. Let Lady Veronica greet them first, then we'll attack!" The Green Knight took out the jewelry given by Veronica and aimed it at the army of Khorne that was still reorganizing and preparing to explore the fog.
Boom! In less than ten seconds, a meteor shower suddenly fell from the sky!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Dozens of giant fireballs suddenly fell from the sky and bombarded the vanguard of Khorne without any warning! The fireballs mercilessly and cruelly exploded among the flesh hounds and bloodthirsty demons who were caught off guard.
Veronica's spell had arrived!
In front of Kalad and Berchemund, a series of fireballs drowned the flesh hounds in a sea of fire. Groups of bloodthirsty demons were sent flying into the sky by the hot and burning meteor shower. The smell of burnt flesh and broken demon limbs filled the air. The vanguard of Khorne was caught off guard by the continuous bombardment. They were utterly defeated in the chaos. The flesh hounds howled in pain and tried to escape. Otherwise, they would be blasted into pieces of flaming meat on the spot.
"Gather! Gather, you idiots! "Carrasco waved his brass whip and signaled the army to listen to his orders.
Before he could finish his words, a giant Flame Blast fell from the sky and hit Carrasco's face hard!
Boom! A large mushroom cloud rose from the ground. One of the Khorne's wings was blown away, and Carrasco was knocked to the ground by the spell.
Berchemund and Kalad looked at each other.
"So, there are many times when I know that Ms. Veronica is talking nonsense, but I respect her very much, in various ways." Duke Berchemund took out a transparent crystal tube from his pocket. The Phoenix Potion inside was dancing and splashing water. "Ah, this potion is indeed His Majesty's treasure. I feel like I'm invincible now!"
"I've always tried not to make Catherine angry." Kalad smiled and took out the Phoenix Potion as well. He opened the bottle and drank it. "My lady, I feel like I'm full of strength!"
"Forward! For the lady and the king! For the Brittany! "
Under the Green Knight's command, the Breton cavalry hidden in the forest charged forward with the Green Knight, Berchemond, and Kalad. The Khorasco tried to organize a resistance, but it and its army were blown to pieces by Veronica's carpet bombing and could not form an effective defense. With the Grail Knight's charge, the Green Knight's six turns of his Blade of Pain, and Davu's dragoons firing volleys, the Breton cavalry swept through the Khorasco vanguard like a violent whirlwind, leaving behind a ground full of Khorasco corpses.
However, more and more Khorne kept coming out of the portal. Carrasco struggled for a while and stood up again. It let out a bloody roar at everyone, indicating that it was for the Khorne, for the King of Skulls, and for glory!
The Khorne and the Brittany cavalry began to fight.
The Battle of Khuilleu (also known as the Battle of Laing) began.
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