It was almost June. Summer, Brittany, in the Chalon Forest.
The army of the dead moved through the forest. The army was led by a large number of dire wolves, followed by several square formations of graveyard guards, followed by bloodthirsty ghouls and death knights.
At the back of the army was the Lich King's chariot, flanked by the most elite blood knights and bloodthirsty batwolves. These abominable creatures surrounded Akhan in the middle of the army.
Normally, the vampires would be accompanied by carriages for transporting corpses. The powerful army of the dead even had the Nether Engine, a huge war machine. However, Akhan had moved in a hurry and did not prepare for this. In fact, after Musilon was severely damaged, he did not have the ability to build such a huge war machine.
Akerhan sat in the chariot, listening to the scout's report, "Baron Zeon's territory is a tough nut to crack. According to our intelligence, there are twenty Grail Knights stationed in Baron Zeon's winery. It is very likely that the Lake Goddess Witch is also hiding there."
The green flames in the Lich King's eyes flickered. He had always had reservations about attacking Laing's territory. Akhan was not interested in massacring Laing's territory. He was more interested in Morgiana's whereabouts.
The resurrection of Nagash required the first Chosen God of such a god. She was the best magic carrier. In the mortal world, there weren't many magic carriers for Akhan to choose from. Due to Morgiana's solitary nature and her lack of proficiency in close combat, as well as her willingness to cooperate with the Dryads, she was already the easiest target for Akhan to capture.
As for the other ideal targets, the High Elves' Eternal Queen Alariel basically lived in Osurian's Avalon Courtyard. It was a paradise, but it also meant that it was completely safe. At least, Akerhan had thought of many ways, but even with a little deduction, it was almost impossible.
The Archbishop of the Church of Justice, Walker Beckman, was different. Both of them were sorcerers who were not good at close combat (compared to the number one Chosen One of the gods and the power of the Sanctuary), but Walker Beckman was a close combat maniac. His close combat ability was comparable to the powerful champion of the Chosen One of the Gods. Every Archbishop of the Church of Justice would automatically become the number one Chosen One of the Gods of Charlemagne. He could summon the power of the Twin-Tailed Comet to defeat enemies.
Just thinking about it gave Akhan a headache. Hence, he wanted to try again to see if he could catch Laing off guard and capture Morgiana. As for whether or not he could slaughter them, that was secondary.
How was he going to deceive the Holy Grail Knight stationed there and achieve his goal in one strike?
At this moment, the Lich King felt his heart palpitating.
This feeling came out of nowhere. Arkham suddenly felt a bone-deep fear. He could swear that even in the most difficult battles, when he was facing the King of Kings, Eternal Emperor Sytra, or his own master, Lord of the Undead, Nagash, Arkham had never felt such fear.
Raising his head, the Lich King suddenly realized that the army had stopped.
"What's going on? Why did they stop? " Just as Arkham spoke, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Thousands of years of battle experience made him raise his staff subconsciously and activate a teleportation spell. There was no need to doubt Arkham's magical abilities. He disappeared into thin air in an instant.
The Lich King's instincts saved him. The moment he disappeared, several golden arcs of light appeared in front of the chariot.
The Lord of Humans was not wearing a helmet, only a golden laurel crown. His long black hair swayed with the summer wind in the forest. He was wearing golden armor, and his three-meter-tall body made him look like a god who had descended to the mortal world. His sacred face seemed to be displaying miracles, and his every move was telling the same story.
He was the Lord of Humans, the ruler of all things.
On his left, the original body of the 13th Legion, Rolf Kiliman, stood there. His body was full of surging vitality, and his presence was unparalleled, intimidating the undead army.
On his right, the original body of the World Eater, Angren, stood proudly with his axe in hand. His body emitted a blood-red aura, like a hunting dog that had received an order and was about to hunt its next prey.
The three Forbidden Guards and the Great Sage of the Machinery Faith, Cole, were already earth-shattering existences. However, under the halo of these three people, their presence was so insignificant.
In the forest, it was as if a spell had been cast. In the middle of the forest, there was only silence. Apart from the sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves, the undead present stared blankly at the several figures that appeared in the middle of the army.
Until the first scream rang out, a Blood Knight with unparalleled fanaticism and madness roared, "Abo Wallace, this enemy is worth fighting!"
Then, this Blood Knight who had fought for hundreds of years pulled the reins and charged toward the Emperor.
Thus, the Emperor moved. The arm of the Lord of Humans flashed, and the Emperor's sword that burned with the Eternal Holy Flame turned into an illusion that was difficult to be seen by the naked eye. The tip of the sword drew a semicircle.
The Blood Knight's body was split into two. Before he died, he still maintained his desire for glory and battle. However, he realized that his wrist had been separated from his body, and his body was disintegrating automatically.
The Emperor took care of this Blood Knight with a sword. He looked around at the undead surrounding him and announced his arrival with a roar. "We are here. Crush them!"
"For the Emperor!!!"
“FORTHEEMPEROR！”
"For Omnisaia!"
The absolute difference in numbers did not bring any sense of fear. The Emperor's Royal Guards raised their shining halberds and responded to the Emperor's call. The undead army immediately suffered the wrath of the Royal Guards. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of tomb guards and undead knights fell. The Great Sage of the Machinery Faith Church, Cole, raised his many appendages with thermal guns and accurately killed the leaders of the undead army. Kirman's sword was invincible, and Angelang's battle axe was wide open. They harvested this army, this army's morale, and this army's control over the undead army.
However, the one who really dominated the battlefield was the golden figure. His figure shuttled through the undead army's formation like a golden lightning, bringing endless destruction and judgment.
In a second, several Blood Knights died under his sword, and an entire row of undead knights was harvested. In the next second, the Emperor's sword slashed down, and a deep trench dozens of meters long was cut into the forest ground. An army's formation was completely destroyed just like that.
Smoke and dust filled the air. Even the vampire's thousands of years of records could not find a word to describe this terrifying existence. Even the power of the Holy Titan recorded in the yellowed scrolls could not compare to the power of his fist. Even the most forbidden and terrifying forbidden spells could not compare to the power of his sword.
The Emperor repeatedly charged through the undead army's formation alone. Wherever the King of Humans went, the undead's broken limbs flew all over the sky.
Until there was nothing left in front of him.
Then, the Human Lord raised his hand. Platinum flames burned on his huge fist. Golden psionic light flashed in his eyes. A psionic storm covered the entire area. No matter who it was, any undead would be turned into dust by the lightning of the psionic storm. The wrath of the Human Lord was so terrifying. A single thought from him was enough to turn the Necromancer's efforts into nothingness. The spells that were flying towards them vanished into thin air, leaving nothing behind.
The undead army was completely defeated. The army that Mu Xilong's vampires spent months to summon was slaughtered. The forest returned to peace, and everything returned to silence.
Not long after, the battle ended just like that.
Of the undead army of more than ten thousand, only Lich King Arkham was spared. Man Frey did not follow the army because of his serious injuries.
The Emperor's gaze shifted. He seemed to think for a moment before giving up on the pursuit. It was not difficult to pursue Arkham, but the King of Humans did not want to complicate matters. If he used too much subspace energy, it would alert the Four Gods of Chaos.
Kirman pulled out his Blazing Heart Dagger from the body of a vampire lord. Silver energy flowed endlessly. The Arbiter of the Empire's boltgun took care of a group of enemies. The Prince Regent carefully aimed at many places. After confirming that there were no living things nearby, including the dead, he put down his gun. "Anglo, you seem to have weakened."
"How long has it been since I was reborn? I'm still very weak." Anglo shook his head and put down his battle axe. The axe was chipped from cutting down too many enemies, so he simply threw it aside. "I also lack a suitable weapon."
"You'll have to think of a way yourself." The Emperor shook his head. "This is also a test for you."
"Yes, yes, yes. Ryan can have the Exquisite Psionic Power Armor and the Nemesis Prototype Sword that you personally modified and blessed. But I want to make it myself. What else can I say? I'm used to it. So be it. "Anglo's tone was full of sarcasm.
"You slaughtered your own home planet after ascending, and now you're complaining to me that no one can make you a weapon?" The Emperor's psionic storm completely destroyed the traces of the undead army, and he turned back to mock Anglo.
Anglo was speechless. He wanted to ask for help from the Great Sage Karl, but seeing the Emperor shake his head, Karl could only say that there was nothing he could do.
"So I was adopted?" Anglo said in exasperation.
"Alright, Father, Anglo, now is not the time to argue about this. What should we do next?" Seeing this, Kirman could only try to smooth things over and find a way to change the topic. The Great Sage of the Machinery Faith, Karl, was analyzing and scanning the tanks and magic items abandoned by the Lich King with great interest. It seemed that he wanted to take them all with him.
"Let's wait for Laing to come. We still have other missions, Kirman." The Emperor put away his sword and signaled that we could go back.
Just then, as if he had sensed something, he glanced in a certain direction in the void. Then, he pretended that nothing had happened and led the group back to the safe house in the valley. "Oh right, you guys said that Ryan is getting engaged?"
"Yes, Father," Anglo replied. "She's a very beautiful noble's daughter. She has a good personality and is very polite. At least, I'm very satisfied."
"Heh, this is great news. If Macado knows, he'll be very happy. Let me think about what I should give him."
In the void, a figure wearing a white silk chiffon dress was sweating profusely. Her long blonde hair was a little messy. She muttered to herself, "That's Laing's real father …"
"He's some kind of supreme existence."
"I need to hold onto Laing tightly!"
… …
Two days later, the reinforcements who came to help Baldro saw that the battle was over and began their journey back.
Three years after Laing arrived in Brittany, the war between the Knight King and the vampires ended with the Brittany's victory. After several weeks of fierce fighting, the vampires were unable to break through Baldro's stronghold, Turis Castle, on the banks of the Grismorrow River. In the end, Laing circled around the enemy's rear, burned the vampires' siege weapons, and successfully killed the Blood Red Duke. This basically marked the end of the war.
As for the vampires' army, no one knew where they went after entering the Chalon Forest. No one ever saw them again.
The dwarf engineer, Dugan, was loudly bragging about his contributions. He described how the dwarves had played a decisive role in this battle, how powerful their cannons were, how they had destroyed the siege tower with a single shot, and how they had killed hundreds of zombies with a single shot.
Bodrick was deeply grateful for the dwarves' help, and the duke specially sent ten large barrels of ale. The dwarves were really happy now.
Francois didn't say anything else, because Leon's army had indeed played a big role in this battle. Although he only brought about 200 soldiers, their crossbows and combat power had left a deep impression on the duke, especially the knight-errant Xhex and Olivier. The former commanded well, while the latter was very brave and fierce. Olivier single-handedly wiped out more than a dozen graveyard guards, and even killed two Bloodthirsty Akasha Ghosts.
"Where is Laing?" François asked Alfred Frey. After the army embarked on the return journey, Laing said that he had something to do and had to leave first.
"His brother is looking for him." Alfred Frey changed into casual clothes. His paladin armor had been destroyed, and his shield was also broken. "He will return to the territory after he finishes his business."
"Yes, this battle has been hard on Laing. As long as the head of the Blood Red Duke is here, I believe the king's orders will be issued soon." François was happy to see Laing promoted. The higher his son-in-law's status, the better.
The army continued to advance.
At the same time, in the underground cave of the Chalon Forest, a purification ritual was almost completed.
A beautiful man with long silver hair, pale skin, and a streamlined and muscular body was lying on the stone bed, sobbing. He didn't even dare to look at the people standing in front of the stone bed.
The man's cries echoed throughout the cave.
"Sob sob sob!"
"Oh my god, father, what have I done?"
"Sob sob sob sob!"
The two-meter-tall man was naked and only covered with a blanket. He was crying so hard that he could not control himself.
"Sob sob sob sob, father, I'm sorry, sob sob sob!"
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