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The Fearsome Beast with a wingspan of 10 meters swept across the gray sky. Raymond's position was covered by its shadow. Then, the beast swooped into the human army and overturned the weak resistance of the mortals.
Raymond, along with several dozen of his comrades, was sent flying by the giant beast. He was swept into the sky. Amidst his shock and fear, Raymond fell to the ground. He felt as if his internal organs had been displaced.
The halberd landed not far away. The young halberd soldier felt like he was a rag as he landed on the ground. Fortunately, the wet grass and muddy ground greatly reduced the impact of the landing. Otherwise, Raymond knew that he would have died on the spot.
Before he could wake up from the dizziness, the thing that scared the young halberd soldier the most happened. After the huge beast landed on the ground, it opened its mouth and a stream of saliva flowed out of it.
The smell of blood filled Raymond's nose. He first wriggled on the ground in fear and then slowly retreated. His legs were weak. He used his hands to support himself and desperately moved back in the mud and piles of corpses. "Don't … don't come here. Don't come here!"
The Fearsome Beast lay on the muddy ground of the battlefield. Its feet were on the ground and its mouth was wide open. It rushed towards Raymond step by step.
The giant beast seemed to be enjoying the fear of the soldiers. It liked to feel the fear and reverence of the mortals, which made it slow down the pace of its attack.
Seeing Raymond, a human soldier, wriggling in the mud, it felt very happy.
Hmm? What's so bright?
The Fearsome Beast instinctively looked up.
"Soul Flame!" A delicate shout echoed throughout the battlefield.
The scene was reflected in Raymond's blue eyes. A white laser beam pierced through the Fearsome Beast's body from the side. An entire piece of flesh was vaporized by the energy of the purification beam. The Fearsome Beast howled and fell to the side, crushing two halberd soldiers to death.
"Flaming Storm!" The second spell was released. A red flaming storm swept across the battlefield. The place where the undead army and the human army met was covered in flames, giving the human army a chance to breathe.
"Huff ~ Huff ~" Raymond gasped for breath, still in a state of shock. He felt his heart beating wildly, and the feeling of surviving a disaster made him somewhat delirious.
Enduring the pain in his body, Raymond struggled to get up. He could feel that his arm was dislocated. His internal organs were in so much pain that blood was seeping out of the corner of his mouth. He almost wanted to lie down on the soft muddy ground and rest with his eyes closed.
But he still got up. He found his halberd and called the soldiers back together.
On the chaotic battlefield, the remaining hundred or so halberd soldiers gathered together. All of them were injured.
"Forward! For the Lady! For the Brittany! "
In Raymond's vision, Brittania's counterattack had begun. The iron torrent formed by the knights crushed the undead army. Francois, Duke of Vanford, who was wearing a blue and white enchanted armor, led the charge at the forefront. He loudly chanted a holy chant, and led the thousands of soldiers and horses to take a detour from the side, clashing head-on with the undead knights.
"For the Lady! For Winford! " The unicorn sword in François's hand emitted a dazzling light. The knights' gorgeous armor flashed dazzlingly on the battlefield. All the undead knights within five meters of him were purified and burned into ashes. Then, the duke's unicorn sword cut down two undead knights in two consecutive slashes. The sword burned with platinum flames again. "Lady, give me victory!"
The undead knights within five meters of him were burned into ashes again.
The undead knights were no match for François's powerful strength.
Cheers came from the middle of the army. It was obvious that the undead knights were no match for the Brittany knights. François's cross helmet had a golden pegasus statue that proudly announced his glory. Under his lead, the cavalry formation tore through the undead army's defensive line. The allied knights of the many duchies were like a sharp knife that pierced deeply into the undead army.
The iron hooves of the strongest knights of the old world were charging towards the middle of the undead army. The hooves kicked up mud, and the cavalry formation pierced through any undead creatures that tried to stop them. Any undead creatures that tried to escape the punishment of the Goddess were quickly trampled and harvested by the warhorses.
On the right flank, the dwarven army led by Bellegar Ironhammer could handle the undead army's attack with ease. The dwarves had always been a resilient race. They were so stubborn that they were unwilling to retreat or give up. Under Bellegar's lead, the dwarves were like sturdy rocks that blocked the attacks of the undead knights.
Kemmler had high hopes that the two undead armies deployed on the right flank would be able to break through the dwarves' defensive line. This was because the Grand Necromancer had confirmed that the dwarves did not have guns or cannons, only a few squads of rangers.
Arrows could not break through the undead army's armor!
But the dwarves taught the Grand Necromancer a lesson through their own means.
When the soldiers of the graveyard gradually approached the sturdy defense line of the dwarves, the Iron Warriors and the dwarven miners took out grenades and detonators and ignited the fuses under the command of Angrand's Sworn Guard.
The sound of gunpowder being ignited could be heard from the dwarven army almost at the same time.
"That's the brave Grimnir! He killed a dragon all by himself! "
"That is the loving Valaya, ah, ah! She cut a cape alone! "
The dwarves sang at the top of their lungs. Then, a flood of grenades and detonators drowned the undead army. The continuous explosions and thick smoke completely defeated the undead army's right flank. The Iron Dragon Cannons were activated, and the fire dragons that spewed out swallowed the undead army.
The bravest of all was Bellegar himself. He stood on an ancestral runestone that he had taken back from the Eight Peaks Mountain and loudly recited the past glory of the Angerard clan. Under the protection of the ancestral spirit, he had become the incarnation of vengeance. A Blood Knight was killed on the spot by him with the Hammer of Angerard.
"Waaaaaaah!" The screams of griffins echoed throughout the battlefield. Laing, the champion of the Lady of the Lake, rode on griffins and the pegasus knights of the Swift Sky Spear Association to fight against the hordes of Bloodthirsty Akasha Ghosts in the sky. At the moment, the knights seemed to have the upper hand. They were chasing after the Akasha Ghosts, and the death of every Akasha Ghost pained the Grand Necromancer.
The battle had reached its climax. Kemmler and Matthew Bard were watching the battle from a temporary command platform.
Matthew Bard was still calm, but Kemmler was already a little restless.
On the left flank, Francois's army of knights and steel torrents were crushing the allied cavalry of Kemmler and Matthew Bad. Duke Winford was simply too ferocious. The unicorn sword in his hand was able to deal several times the damage to the undead. Every five seconds, the unicorn sword would emit a dazzling light that would purify all the undead in the vicinity, followed by the cheers and shouts of the knights.
In the center, the undead army and the serf infantry regiment were engaged in a bloody battle. The serf infantry regiments formed by the various duchies were gradually showing signs of being unable to hold on. However, under the cover of the cannons and bows, a large number of crossbowmen, and the dwarven thunder gunners, the undead army also suffered heavy casualties.
The forest patrollers nocked their arrows endlessly. The arrows they shot turned into green meteors, accurately killing the graveyard guards who were commanding. Even under the protection of their sturdy armor, the graveyard guards couldn't withstand the attack of the arrows. They fell one after another.
To make matters worse, the stone mound bound spirits that Kemmler considered as his trump card were also unable to resist the enchanted arrows of the forest patrollers. As long as these spirits were grazed by the arrows of the green hoods, the emerald green energy from Esoloron would severely disrupt the stability of the undead in the mortal world, causing massive damage.
"Ula ~ Ula ~" The mounted archers from Ugor were running all over the battlefield. They ran while nocking their arrows, loudly chanting the name of their ancestors.
On the right flank, the dwarves and the undead army were engaged in a fierce battle. The white-hot battle couldn't be seen for the time being.
"If you don't have any more trump cards, Kemmler, I suggest we retreat." Matthew Bard calmly looked at the battlefield. "There's no point in continuing to fight like this. We shouldn't waste too much time in front of your fortress."
"What do you mean? You want to run away at the last minute?! " Kemmler's spell instantly blasted a dozen or so charging knights into pieces. Then, the wind of death blew past the emperor, scattering the souls of hundreds of serf soldiers.
It was useless. In such a huge battle, Kemmler's undead magic couldn't change the outcome of the battle. In fact, the knights led by François were gradually approaching their command center.
"My scouts told me that the knights led by Lauen Leo Cornwall are approaching Mu Xilon," Matthew Bard said to Kemmler. Matthew Bad looked at Kemmler and said, "I took away all of Mu Xilong's swords to aid you in this battle, but the current situation is still not good for us. I suggest we give up on Blackstone Stronghold and retreat to Mu Xilong."
"Give up on Blackstone Stronghold?" Kemmler's eyes widened. He then said assertively, "No, we can retreat, but we can't give up on Blackstone Stronghold! My suggestion is that we temporarily retreat and build a new line of defense in the Gray Mountains! "
"Why? Blackstone Stronghold is only your temporary shelter. Mu Xilon has the accumulation of vampires for hundreds of years. That's our true base in this country! " Matthew Bard was puzzled by Kemmler's decision. He asked, "You think that the mountains aren't good for knights? But they have dwarves in their army! "
"So what? In short, I won't give up on Blackstone Stronghold! " Kemmler stubbornly rejected Matthew Bard's idea. "We can give up on Mu Xilon, but we can't give up on Blackstone Stronghold!"
"Unreasonable!" Matthew Bard's face was ashen. He roared as if he was venting. "What secrets do you have? My Master Kemmler? Hiding in Blackstone Stronghold and not letting others find out? Mu Xilon has walls that are dozens of meters tall. Can your Blackstone Stronghold withstand the fierce attack of this army? "
What a joke. How can I let you know that I've formed a contract with the Four Gods of Chaos? Kemmler insisted that he definitely couldn't retreat to Mu Xilon. His secret couldn't be exposed.
This was also the reason why he rushed back to defend Blackstone Stronghold when he heard that Laing and François' allied forces were attacking it.
Lich King Akhan was the most loyal servant of Nagash, the Lord of the Dead.
François and his flag with the coat of arms of the Duke of Winford on a blue background were getting closer and closer to the command post. Kemmler finally made up his mind. He signaled for Matthew Bard to get lost and began to chant a spell.
At this time, the entire battlefield had some changes.
The storm condensed, and the wind of chaos blew above the ground. Dark clouds covered the sun, and the spirits began to wail. Lightning exploded between the clouds.
Laing, who was fighting with Sky Ghost in the sky, suddenly stopped. He felt the power of chaos.
"How is this possible?" Laing muttered to himself. Then, he immediately pulled the reins and signaled for Empris to go down.
The gray knight's genetic prototype shook his head. The scene in front of him and the wind of chaos blowing from the subspace told him the answer. The power of chaos had appeared in the army of the dead?!
According to the words that many people liked to say, this didn't make sense!
But Laing immediately shook his head and threw the so-called "unreasonable" thought out of his mind.
That was chaos! The most unpredictable and unpredictable chaos!
Why would you talk about reasonableness with chaos?!
"Quick! Empris! Quick! "
A tall undead champion who was close to three meters tall, wearing blood-red Balosh cursed armor and holding a black sawtooth axe, appeared leading a team of the dead Chosen Warriors of Chaos. The air was filled with the smell of blood and soil. Its hollow eyes were burning with soul fire. It came in front of Kemmler and said, "Master, what are your orders?"
"Get rid of them! Get rid of all of them! "
"As you wish, my master."
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