"Duke!" Antelm, Count of Kuylu, shouted at the scene, "Behind you!"
"…" François could feel the cold wind behind him, but it was too late for him to turn around.
At this moment, there was a loud bang in the sky. A bolt of lightning tore through the air and struck Gul.
A golden griffin glided down from the sky. Laing had finally appeared.
After sensing the power of chaos, Laing immediately ordered Impris to rush over, but a griffin and walking lightning were too big of a target. The whole battlefield could see that he intended to support François. Kaimler ordered a large group of bloodthirsty heavenly ghouls to stop him from providing support. Laing even ordered Impris to forcefully charge through the group of heavenly ghouls to reach this place.
The champion of the Four Gods of Undead and Chaos was enveloped by lightning, but he did not stop his actions.
"Psionic Light Spear!" Following behind the lightning was a two-meter-long psionic light spear. This two-meter-long light spear exploded in the air, turning into a destructive rain of light.
Gul's actions finally stopped. In the destructive rain of light, the champion of the Four Gods of Undead and Chaos took a step back.
Due to Laing's interference, his attack did not deal a fatal blow to François as Kaimler had planned. The huge axe with black serrated teeth chopped down on the butt of François' mount. The warhorse let out a painful neigh and gradually lost control.
"…" François tried his best to hold the horse's reins tightly, trying to control his beloved horse. The pure-blooded elven warhorse instinctively galloped despite the pain. This caused the duke's movements to be severely distorted. The blade that was supposed to cut Kaimler's head in half did not hit Kaimler's head, but hit his shoulder instead.
"Ugh!!!" The great necromancer let out a painful cry. He held his shoulder and retreated, crazily ordering Gul, "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Ahhhhhhh!!!"
At this moment, the surrounding Undead and Chaos Chosen Warriors finally returned to defend. They protected Kaimler behind them, waving their halberds and heavy weapons, forcing Kalad and Antelm, who had followed François into the command center, to retreat.
"Damn it!" François could not control his warhorse at all. The pure-blooded elven warhorse was in so much pain that it went mad. It howled loudly and galloped wildly, but it happened to be running towards the flag of the Ancient Tomb Army.
Turning his head, he saw that Kemmler had been protected by the Undead and Chaos Chosen Warriors. It was impossible for him to force his way through. François let out an angry roar. He took the opportunity to cut the Graveyard Guard that was protecting the Graveyard Guard's flag into two. He then flipped his blade and cut down the Graveyard Guard's flag.
Following that, Laing's usually scholarly and wise father-in-law roared like a villain, "Kemmler! Just you wait! I swear by the name of the lady, I will come back and chop off your head, I will! "
"Uh, uh, uh! I'll be waiting for you, François! " Kemmler was barely able to stand under the protection of his personal guards. He released the hand that was covering his shoulder. The wound that was 15 centimeters deep and the black blood almost drove the grand necromancer crazy. "Gul! Kill him! "
"Yes, my master!" The champion of the Four Gods of Chaos nodded and immediately rushed towards François.
"Damn it!" Having missed such a good opportunity, François could only jump off his warhorse and prepare to face Gul.
"I'm coming too!" Laing also fell from the sky. He had many injuries on his body. His griffin, Impris, was also heavily injured. It screeched and glided towards the Brittany army. It fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped moving.
Only then did François notice that Laing's body was covered in chunks of Akasha's flesh. He clenched the unicorn in his hand. "Is your griffin alright?"
"It will definitely fly again." Laing was covered in blood and gripped his warhammer tightly.
Gul appeared in front of the two of them.
"Very well, let us father and son-in-law face the enemy together!" François did not thank him because there was no need.
"Die, mortal." Jules didn't say anything else. He immediately engaged Leon and Francois in battle. The black greataxe in his hand had the power to sweep through everything in its path, withstanding the combined attacks of two Saint-level grand knights. In fact, he wasn't at a disadvantage at all!
The black greataxe first blocked the unicorn sword in François's hand. Duke Winford shouted, "For the lady!"
"For the lady!" Laing's Thor's Hammer smashed directly on Gul's shoulder. The attack of the champion of the Goddess of the Lake was enough to break any heavy armor and smash it into a pile of meat.
"… Haha …" Gul did not seem to have suffered any damage at all. The blood-red Baloch armor made a crisp sound when it was hit by Laing's heavy blow. The champion of the Four Gods of Chaos swept the battleaxe with both hands.
François immediately retreated, while Laing blocked it head-on. The head of the warhammer collided with the black greataxe. Sparks flew as Gul released his own roar. He did not seem to be affected by the collision at all. Ignoring physical gravity, he waved his greataxe again.
The three of them fought fiercely together. All the undead near the battlefield where Gul, Laing, and François were fighting were shattered into pieces by the aftermath of the battle.
Gul's strength was amazing. His strength was not inferior to "Red Eye" Egil's, or even stronger. This undead undead was not at a disadvantage when facing the siege of Laing and François. Although Laing and François could often attack him, he did not seem to be hurt at all. He always fought with the two of them in 100% condition. His greataxe blocked Laing's Thor's Hammer and François's unicorn sword, making them unable to move an inch.
The bitter battle continued. Laing and François were both wounded. Gul's attacks were completely violent. Although the two of them joined forces to suppress Gul's offensive, their attacks did not have much effect on Gul. They only scratched a few parts of Gul's armor.
There seemed to be a powerful force protecting Gul.
On the other side, with the help of the Undead and Chaos Chosen Warriors, Matthew Bard waved his sword and forced Kalad to retreat. He hurriedly looked back at the command tower. Seeing the flag of the Graveyard Army fall, Duke Musiron's heart turned cold. He ignored Kalad's challenge to a duel and hurried back.
He saw Kemmler, who was protected by the Graveyard Guards and Chosen Warriors. The Necromancer was holding his shoulder. The holy power of the unicorn sword was eroding his body.
"We should retreat, Lord Kemmler." Matthew Bard sighed. Kemmler could not die, at least not now.
"… I will destroy this kingdom, I swear!" Kemmler finally gave up fighting. He covered his wound, his face in extreme pain. Due to his injury and the purification power of the unicorn sword, Kemmler was gradually losing control of the Graveyard Army. "Retreat, retreat. We will retreat to the south."
With that, his tensed nerves finally relaxed. The Necromancer howled in pain under the heavy injury and the power of the unicorn sword. He could no longer speak.
This was reflected in the battlefield. The movements of the zombies and skeletons became sluggish and slow. Many zombies suddenly disintegrated on the spot. Some skeleton warriors automatically disintegrated into a pile of bones. The remaining undead moved slower and slower, becoming more and more powerless.
The Graveyard Army finally began to retreat. In front of the Allied Army, the undead army began to collapse.
Under the cover of the Graveyard Guards and the Undead and Chaos Chosen Warriors, Matthew Bard commanded the undead army to retreat in an orderly manner.
Gul's figure turned into a tornado. He used a whirlwind to force Laing and François back at the same time. Then, the champion of the Four Gods of Chaos used his body to withstand the light beam from Veronica's Light Magic. After the explosion, his figure disappeared in front of Laing and François.
"Ah, seeing that we won this battle, it's a pity that we didn't kill Kemmler." François's shoulder, breastplate, gauntlets and the tibia of his thighs were all attacked by Gul. Fortunately, most of them were minor injuries. The moment Gul disappeared, François clenched the unicorn sword in his hand. "Laing, Kalad, Anthelme, don't chase."
Ryan nodded silently. His body was covered in blood, and he had also suffered some injuries.
"Don't chase?" Anthelme clenched the knight sword in his hand. He came to François's side. "Cousin, are you okay?"
"Fortunately, Laing's support. Otherwise, I might have died in battle." François looked at the crack in his plate armor caused by Gul's slash and looked in the direction of the ancient tomb army's retreat. "The army is very tired. We need time to rest and reorganize before fighting again. Moreover, we also need to find a way to deal with those undead warriors and the champion of the Undead Chaos. As of now, our attacks have no effect on those undead warriors. Whether it's magic or physical attacks, they are not very effective."
"I don't know where Kemmler dug up and resurrected these undead warriors. They're really too powerful." Kalad also came to their side. He put away his divine sword, Durandale, and whispered, "Apart from the Holy Grail Knights, only the blessed weapons and the light beams of the war machine can cause damage to the undead warriors. I've seen more than once knights stabbing their lances into the faces of the undead warriors … but it's useless."
"I've killed two of those undead warriors." Anthelme looked at the messy battlefield and sighed softly. "You're right, cousin. If we can't find a way to deal with those undead warriors, even if we can catch up with Kemmler and his undead army, we still won't be able to win."
"And that champion of the Undead Chaos, my god, it's almost invulnerable." Laing complained. "A guy like that in our treatment center would need to be electrocuted."
"Electrocuted?" François asked curiously.
"It's nothing. It's just a treatment method." Laing smiled. He looked at the fallen flag of the ancient tomb army and wiped his face. "Although it's not a complete victory, it's still a victory for us!"
"Yes, this is a victory for us, a victory for the Brittany, a victory for humanity!" François came to the front of the army and shouted, "The undead army has been defeated. With the blessing of the Lady, our army has shaken the world and defeated the ancient tomb army. Once again, we have thwarted the undead's conspiracy. This illustrious name will be praised for eternity. My brothers, knights, soldiers, and all the humans who have fought bloody battles against the undead, let us cheer for victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"We've won!"
The battle of the Blackstone Stronghold ended with the undead army being forced to retreat and give up Kemmler's foothold in Brittany, the Blackstone Stronghold. Since then, the vampires had lost their last stronghold in the east of Brittany. The only vampire stronghold left in Brittany was Muxilon.
The Brittany side lost seven hundred knights and about two thousand five hundred serfs. The ancient tomb army, on the other hand, was almost completely annihilated except for two tomb guard legions, one undead knight legion, one bound knight legion, a small number of bloodthirsty heavenly ghosts, and the personal guards of Kemmler and Matthew Bad.
After the battle, the knights cleaned up the battlefield.
The spoils from the battle with the undead army were limited. At the very least, the knights were not interested in them. They were feeling complacent because they had made a great contribution in protecting their country. They also took the opportunity to bury the bodies of the knights who died in battle and gave their weapons and armors to their relatives and squires to use.
The halberd soldier Raymond walked among the piles of corpses. The young soldier looked at the battlefield sadly. He didn't rummage through the corpses like his companions. Instead, he found a place to sit and stared blankly ahead.
Only a little more than a hundred people remained from the 300 strong Halberd Division. Many of Raymond's familiar companions had already died in battle, and the remaining brothers were supporting each other in groups of three to five. A few soldiers who had lost an arm or a leg were crying together. They were already disabled, and retirement was their only fate. The Count's treasury would give them a pension and arrange for them to be relocated outside the town.
"What are you thinking, soldier?" Soldier? "A voice came from behind him.
"I'm thinking that this is war," Raymond replied casually. "I'm just begging for a living. Since I've chosen to join the army, this is the end. Either I die in battle, or I enjoy the glory of victory and wait for the next war until I get the chance to be promoted." Raymond sighed.
"Do you want to be promoted that much? Young man, where's your captain? "The voice asked with a hint of laughter.
"There." Raymond pointed not far away.
The captain's body had been cut into several pieces and was scattered among a pile of flesh and blood.
After the captain's death, Raymond called the halberd soldiers to form the final line of defense. They withstood the tide of skeleton warriors and held on until the undead army collapsed.
Escaping from the jaws of the Fearsome Beast gave Raymond great courage. He firmly believed that his god was protecting him.
When he stabbed his halberd into a Bloodthirsty Heavenly Ghost, he thought the same.
"Heh, I saw how active you were, soldier. I saw how you survived the attack of the Fearsome Beast and how you summoned the soldiers to regroup." The voice behind him was still smiling. "Kneel down, soldier. Tell me your name."
Raymond felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly got up and almost tripped.
The one who appeared in front of Raymond was a heavily armed and injured Leon. Gallan Witch Veronica and the Royal Knight Hex stood beside him.
"Kneel down, soldier. The count wants you to kneel!" There were a few scars left behind by sharp claws on Hex's face. They had just been bandaged, and the wounds were still bleeding. They looked very hideous and terrifying. This was the military medal he left behind when he fought with a Bloodthirsty Heavenly Ghost.
Raymond's legs went weak. He immediately knelt down. "Count … Count, I didn't mean to offend …"
"What's your name?"
"Raymond …"
"Very well, Mr. Raymond. From today onwards, you are the new captain of the halberd company!"
"Yes, sir!"
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