"This is?!" Feeling the power of the Undead Chaos Champion, Matthew Bard's expression finally changed.
"Undead spirits, heed my command. The day of your death shall be my time!" Kemmler didn't answer Matthew Bard's question. Instead, he increased the output of his magic power.
A team of about two hundred Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors appeared behind Gul under Kemmler's command. They were clad in solid Chaos armor and wielded long halberds or two-handed giant axes. Under Gul's command, they headed to the battlefield.
The Blood God's cape fluttered in the wind. Gul strode towards the battlefield under Kemmler's command. Those Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors were also following the champion of the Four Gods of Chaos who had died thousands of years ago. They no longer had any self-awareness. Their only instinct was to kill.
Matthew Bard began to frantically recall all the knowledge he had grasped. Duke Musillon muttered to himself, "Could it be, that is …"
"That's right. Gul, the champion of the Four Gods of Chaos. I found his tomb in the Grey Mountains. Now, he is already under my command." Kemmler's old and shriveled voice was filled with strong confidence, "His power is enough to help us turn the tide of the battle."
Matthew Bard nodded silently. Duke Musillon didn't think too much about the fact that Kemmler could control Gul. This was because two thousand years ago, Nagash had successfully controlled Gul and made this powerful champion of the Four Gods of Chaos work for him.
Kemmler was a very powerful Grand Necromancer. Even if his magic power was inferior to Lich King Arkham's, it wasn't too far apart. Since he could create the Black Holy Grail Knights, then he could definitely control these Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors.
Gul's appearance changed the tide of the battle.
As soon as the champion of the Four Gods of Chaos joined the battle, he waved the black greataxe in his hand and chopped the three knights who were charging at him into halves. His hollow eyes emitted the embers of the Soul Fire.
On the left flank, the knights led by François swept through the undead like a storm. The undead creatures were wiped out by the charge of the 4000 knights. Whether it was the zombie hordes, skeleton warriors, tomb ghouls, tomb ghouls, or the Black Knights and Bound Knights, the knights followed François as they charged forward. The flags of the various duchies fluttered high in the air. When their lances broke, they pulled out their swords. The manes of the warhorses were drenched in the blood of the undead creatures.
As they went deeper into the battlefield, the knights gradually scattered and formed a small formation of mounted spears. The charging power of the Brittany heavy cavalry was second to none in the Old World. Any strong enemy that stood in their way was crushed.
Some of the knights gradually approached the command post where Kemmler was.
The vanguard of the knights collided with the Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors first. Two of the Royal Knights saw Gul's figure and shouted his name loudly, praying to the Goddess of the Lake that they had found a worthy opponent.
"For the Lady! Accept your punishment! " Amidst the chaotic wilderness, the Royal Knights rode their warhorses across the muddy grass and galloped towards the Champion of Chaos. "Die!"
Puffing out blue mist from his mouth, the Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos raised his battle axe and swung it horizontally. The Royal Knight who was charging towards him also tightened his grip on the lance in his hand. "Accept your judgment! The Lady shall bestow destruction upon you! "
Gul swung his battle axe horizontally, the black greataxe in his hand sweeping across the air.
The two Royal Knights who rushed past him were cut in half along with their horses. He didn't even have time to say his last words before he and his warhorse died on the spot.
Blood splattered everywhere. Heads fell to the ground. Gul spat out a long stream of blue mist from his mouth. His consciousness was blurry, as if some instinct from when he was alive was making him excited. But he was a dead man in the end.
More than two hundred Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors under Gul's lead entered the battlefield.
The knights finally met a powerful obstacle.
These Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors would not be harmed by mortal weapons at all.
The knights' lances were broken in front of them, and the knights' swords were unable to cut through their armor. On the contrary, if there was even the slightest flaw, the Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors' sharp counterattacks would immediately make the knights pay with their lives.
Even if the knights stabbed their lances into the Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors' eye sockets, they still could not cause any harm to them. Only weapons blessed by the Lake God or even the Lake Goddess could repel these filthy creatures.
As a result, the space became smaller and smaller. The space for the knights to charge was compressed by the Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors. The great force of the charge was like waves hitting a rock. No matter how perfect the textbook charge was, the knights still could not shake these Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors at all. They stood still and approached step by step, squeezing the space for the knights to charge. The warhorses fell in front of their halberds and heavy greataxes. The knights were pulled down from their warhorses. Many died on the spot and were resurrected as Undead Knights.
Only a small number of knights led by the Holy Grail Knights could break through the encirclement of the undead. However, the number of Holy Grail Knights was still too small. One after another, the knights fell and were swallowed by the undead.
In this way, the Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors gradually reversed the situation of the battle. Gradually, the knights began to lose strength and began to die. The left wing of the battle went from an advantage to a disadvantage.
If this continued, defeat was only a matter of time.
François, who was leading the knights to charge in all directions, noticed this scene. He raised the Unicorn Sword and shouted, "Knights of Brittany! My brothers, my fellow countrymen! "
The knights regrouped under François' command.
"Fight for you! Fight for the Lady! Fight to protect the kingdom!!! " The knights of the Brotherhood of Champion Knights of Quinailles gathered together, and with Francois at their head, they formed an inverted triangle of lance.
"Advance!!! For the Lady! For Brittany! "
Francois kicked his horse's abdomen with his spurs. He led the Champion Knights of Quinnarius and charged towards Gul's location.
That was the center of the storm on the battlefield.
"François! He's finally here! " Kemmler stood on the command platform. He looked at Duke Winford's figure with an extremely venomous expression. "Finish him! Gul! Finish him! "
The unicorn sword in Francois' hand collided with the black axe in Jules' hand for the first time, and sparks flew everywhere. The great force from Francois' arm almost made Duke Winford fall off his horse.
François's eyes widened. He didn't know why the Champion of Undead Chaos appeared in front of him, but he was an enemy! This was enough. The Duke, who was skilled in horsemanship, easily adjusted his body. He stepped on the stirrups to regain his balance. Then, the Unicorn Sword shone again. "Lady, please grant me the power of revenge!"
The dazzling light from the Unicorn Sword engulfed Gul's figure, and the nearby undead creatures were once again purified into a pile of residue. Even the undead creatures and Chaos God Chosen Warriors were restrained by the strong light and temporarily stopped moving.
The champion of the Four Gods of Undead and Chaos was not affected by the strong light. Guer raised his axe and stood on top of the corpses of dozens of knights, chuckling. The sharp sawtooth of the black axe was stained with the blood of the knights. The sword of the unicorn and the black axe clashed again.
Once again, it was a tie!
The battle on the battlefield continued. In this millstone of flesh and blood, the knights on the left flank began to struggle. The infantry regiment in the middle army lost the control of the knights and were unable to fight against the undead army that was increasing in number. On the right flank, the dwarves were still struggling. Out of pride, Belegar did not ask for reinforcements from the humans, but he and his dwarven army were too few in number.
François used all his strength to push Gul's greataxe away. He turned his horse around and rushed through the battle line formed by the Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors. The Unicorn Sword rotated repeatedly, forcing back several new weapons and a halberd. He tried to stab the sword blessed by the Lake Goddess into the helmet of an Undead Chaos Chosen Warrior.
There was no invincible existence. There must be a way to kill these powerful undead!
It worked! Under the powerful blessing of the Lake Goddess, black smoke came out of the helmet of the Chosen Warrior in front of him. Under the holy power of purification, the skull full of the power of the undead and the power of chaos evaporated. The armor that lost the support of the bones fell to the ground.
Although he successfully killed a Chosen Warrior, François did not have a trace of joy in his heart. He was already a grand knight who was close to the peak of the saint realm! How many people on the battlefield had his strength?
"Duke, we can't go on like this! We'll lose! " Count Conde-Renault killed a bloody path to François's side. His armor was stained with the flesh and blood of the undead. "We must think of a way!"
"No! We can't lose here! " François clenched the Unicorn Sword in his hand. He shook his head repeatedly. "Think of a way to get close to Kemmler. I want to fight him today!"
"I'll cover you! My Duke! " Sir Geoffrey of Anglerton led a small number of knights and shouted at François. "I'll buy you time!"
"Good!" François knew that now was not the time to hesitate. The sun had risen high in the sky. The knights and the undead army fought from dawn to noon.
The human army was starting to get tired.
François led the champion knights to charge at Kemmler's command post. Gul followed Kemmler's orders and wanted to stop the knights, but a knight in silver plate armor blocked his giant axe with his sword. "Sir Geoffrey of Anglerton is here! Who will take my head?! "
Sir Geoffrey, the Brittany hero who had once slain a dragon, blocked Gul. François and a few other knights really broke through the last line of defense and rushed towards Kemmler.
"Huff …" The soulfire in Gul's empty eyes burned brightly. He and Geoffrey were in a mess.
After two rough exchanges, Sir Geoffrey immediately realized that he was no match for Gul. His arms were numb and he could not resist Gul's attacks.
The black giant axe shattered his shield in one blow. Geoffrey smiled bitterly. He held his flaming sword tightly with both hands and fought Gul head-on.
Madam, Geoffrey's service to you ends here. When that moment comes, may I still be able to continue fighting for you in your divine kingdom …
Sir François, I wish you success …
"Huff …" The giant axe swept past and knocked Geoffrey off his horse.
Geoffrey rolled on the ground pathetically. He still wanted to stand up and fight with Gul. Just as he was about to get up, the black, serrated axe pierced through his back. His plate armor was cut open by the axe. Geoffrey felt a chill in his chest and a sweet taste in his mouth. He spat out blood.
He knew that he was going to die.
Gul pulled out his black giant axe. He walked in front of Geoffrey and beheaded the champion knight. The bloody head was pulled out from the knight's neck. Gul roared to the sky, celebrating his victory.
There were cheers and laments. Immediately, there were several knights who wanted to rush over and take Jeffrey's head, but they were all dead souls under Gul's axe. The dead champion of the Four Gods of Chaos was ready to go back to support Kemmler, his master, in a domineering manner.
At the command post of the ancient grave army.
"Kemmler!!!" A loud roar sounded from afar. Duke François and the two knights behind him broke through the last line of defense and rushed towards Mathewbard and Kemmler who were on the command post. François's body flashed with the light from the Lake God. The faint light surrounded Duke Winford. Any guards who tried to stop him were killed on the spot. François's face was filled with extreme cold anger. "Today is the day you die!"
"François … François!" Kemmler clenched the noisy skull staff in his hand. The necromancer knew that victory or defeat depended on this!
Mathewbard tried to stop François, but an expedition knight wearing a red and blue robe and a golden fire dragon cross helmet stopped him with the divine sword "Durandale" in his hand. "Your opponent is me! Traitor! "
"Kalad!" Mathewbard's eyes were red. He clenched his black blade and fought with Kalad.
On the other side, Count Antelme, Count Kuyleu, blocked a few Undead Chaos Divine Warriors who came to support from the side. Please! "
Finally, Kemmler and François met. Duke Winford raised the unicorn sword in his hand high up, just like 20 years ago in the great battle at La Messenelle Abbey.
The first strike, the unicorn sword's edge drew a silver arc and slashed down. Kemmler subconsciously raised his noisy skull staff to block it.
"Kacha ~" The staff was cut in half by François' sword. Relying on the sacrifice of his staff, Kemmler barely dodged François' attack.
François, with a furious expression, slashed a second time.
"Clang ~" The Chaos Gravedigger Sword was unsheathed. The crisp sound and sparks of steel against steel spoke of the intensity of the battle. Relying on the Evil God's blessing, Kemmler barely managed to block the attack.
However, François' attack wasn't over yet. The unicorn sword emitted a dazzling light. A purifying light that made Kemmler feel extremely uncomfortable almost blinded the Undead Wizard's eyes. He screamed and retreated, covering his eyes with his hands. He couldn't see anything for the time being.
"Die! Kemmler, for all the knights and subjects you killed, for father, for the Lady! "François raised his warhorse's front hooves and prepared to give Kemmler the final blow!
"Heh ~ Today, the one who will die is you, François!" Kemmler's mouth suddenly revealed a sinister smile. He reached out with one hand and the Wind of the Undead surged.
Gul, who was at least 10 meters away, instantly appeared behind François. The serrated edge of his black greataxe chopped towards Duke Winford like a whirlwind.
"What?!"
"It's over, Francois. The enmity between us for more than twenty years will come to an end today!"
(To be continued)
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