Matthew Bard had once thought that victory was close at hand once the gates were breached.
Even though he was finally close to retaking the Spire Palace after fighting for a day and a night, this Mu Xilong viper did not feel the slightest bit of joy in his heart. On the contrary, anxiety had been tormenting his heart.
Laing's army had nearly lost half of its members, but what about Matthew Bard?
Of the twenty-eight thousand undead that Mu Xilong had pulled out, twelve thousand had already fallen in front of the walls of the Spire Palace.
Mathewbard could not feel even the slightest bit of joy at such a heavy loss. His relentless attacks had resulted in a shocking number of casualties. A few of Muxilon's remaining Blood Knights had fallen on the wall. Two of the Holy Grail Knights had also died. Their power had flowed back into his body.
He had no other choice. In terms of tactics, Matthew Bard, who had an absolute advantage in numbers, could have surrounded the enemy without attacking and slowly worn them down. However, in terms of strategy, the Spire Palace had to be retaken. Moreover, it had to be retaken in the shortest amount of time possible. That was why Matthew Bard had no choice but to attack regardless of the cost.
Yes, regardless of the cost.
However, after breaking through the gates, Matthew Bard looked at the streets within the castle. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
The streets within the Spire Palace had now been transformed into iron barrels by the dwarven craftsmen and engineers in a short period of time! Sorceress Theresa led the ice element apprentices and created a large number of ice walls. She mixed them with the dwarven architecture and blocked the entire street so that not even a drop of water could trickle through! The undead army had just entered the castle when a rain of arrows and volleys of muskets caused them to suffer heavy losses!
Laing and his army had long since prepared for a street battle!
The remaining human and dwarven armies retreated into the streets in an orderly manner and built a new line of defense. Before Matthew Bard could give the order, a volley of muskets instantly took out over a hundred undead.
"Come on! Mu Xilong viper! Come to your Grandpa Dugan! "The dwarf engineer, Dugan Ironman, continued to shout from behind the fortifications," I am your grandpa! You are the son of your horse! "
"Damned dwarves! I will definitely use your skull as a bowl! " Matthew Bad was enraged. He swore an oath of hatred, but he didn't personally lead the undead army to charge.
In the end, Mu Xilong's viper was still somewhat afraid of Laing, especially after seeing Laing defeat the champion of the Four Gods of Chaos, Guer. Matthew Bad was still somewhat afraid of Laing. He gave up on attacking personally and ordered the undead to continue moving forward.
Frost Nova! Teresa released ice magic, and the sorceress's face turned pale. Fortunately, it was still winter, and ice witches could directly replenish their magic power from the environment.
Behind the fortifications, Dugan Man of Steel saw that Mathew Bard didn't come over. The dwarf shouted in dissatisfaction, "Damn it, this guy actually didn't come over! I still want to let his Sima Face taste this! "
The dozen or so dwarves behind the fortifications each had a grenade. They wanted to trick Matthew Bad into approaching and then let him have a taste of the dwarven gunpowder with the grenades.
The result was disappointing, but it didn't matter. Dugan took out a long-barreled gun from his back and prepared to fight. The dwarves would never admit defeat, ever.
Bellegar led the dwarves of the Angrande clan and volunteered to stand at the front, so that the exhausted human army could take a rest. "Brother Ryan, leave this to us! You and your people go rest first! The dwarves can do it! "
Laing's whole body was covered in blood and all kinds of stains. It was almost impossible to tell that his armor was originally silver. Hearing Bellegar's words, Laing didn't refuse. "Hold on for twenty minutes! King Bellegar! I'll bring people to support you right away! "
"Good! Come on, damn undead! The brave dwarves will win! "Bellegar stood on his oathstone, ready to fight the undead army.
After the human army retreated into the fortifications, they seized the opportunity to eat. The soldiers gobbled down the soft and delicious ham bread and drank hot water. Many of the infantrymen were so tired that they could not even stand up. They were so tired that they would fall asleep as soon as they lay down. The knights were also so tired that they could not care less about their noble demeanor. They sat down on the ground without caring about their image, drank the broth, and ate the food.
Morgiana, the witch of the Lake Goddess, also came to the front line. She immediately chanted a spell, "Mist of the Goddess," and the whole castle was immediately shrouded in a thick mist to slow down the advance of the undead.
Even with the help of the Holy Grail, Morgiana's magic was almost exhausted. The witch of the Lake Goddess came to Laing's side and used water to help Laing clean his armor. She also gave him a delicious bacon poached egg bread, roasted chicken, and wine. At the same time, she said calmly, "We may not be able to hold on until tomorrow noon."
"Matthew Bard is very smart." Laing nodded and looked at his subordinates. "He knows that we are tired."
Baron Deven Hex was holding his stomach. He was injured. If it wasn't for the divine healing of the prophet of the Lake Goddess, he might have died.
The young Flaming Sun Knight, Juan Carlos, was also injured. He was out of breath and leaned on the side with a pale face. His arms and thighs were wrapped in bandages. He was eating food in small bites under the service of a serf.
Even Jerrold, who had legendary strength, was exhausted. He leaned against a wall and gulped down food and cider. "Damn undead! The lady curses you! "
Only the knights of the Holy Grail did not feel tired. Fedmond, Armand, and the others were seizing the time to eat. Morgiana had brought more than a dozen Holy Grail guards, and three of them had fallen forever in the Spire Palace. Their stories would be written into poems until the end of the world.
In fact, before the battle, Laing's army was already tired. This was not without reason. It was also the problem that Laing had considered before mobilizing the army. First of all, it was winter, and the soldiers were very easy to get tired. Second, there was a lack of troops. After quickly taking the Spire Palace, the army had almost no time to rest. They were busy replenishing supplies, transporting supplies, and installing the cannons on the city wall. Then, Matthew Bard's attack lasted for another day and night.
These were all the situations that Laing had considered before mobilizing the army. He also made targeted arrangements.
First of all, he created a large number of cannon models to pass off as real ones. These cannon models had basically completed their mission and successfully bought Laing a day of precious time.
Secondly, Laing had made ample preparations before the battle. A large number of supplies were transported to the frontline. The abundant reserves of gunpowder and arrows ensured that there would be no shortage of ammunition after a day of fighting. Laing also generously distributed a large amount of food. Even the lowest level serf soldiers were given 200 grams of roasted meat, a large amount of salty bread, and a variety of fresh vegetables before the battle. This ensured that the serf soldiers could barely hold on after a day of hard fighting.
Finally, Laing ordered his men to spread a message.
"A message?" Morgiana's face was also very pale. She had basically used up all of her magic power.
"I've already asked Olivier to spread the news before we set off in all the hotels in Brittany." Laing nodded. He stuffed a few mouthfuls of food into his mouth and took a big gulp of water. "That means we've taken the Spire Palace."
"I see!" Holy Grail Knight Fedmond suddenly realized something. He immediately said, "I understand now. As long as he knows that the Spire Palace has fallen, Duke Lauen, who is resting in Lyonnais, will definitely …"
"That's right!" Laing's face was as cold as ice. He clapped his hands, and his men brought his mount, the griffin Imprius, to him.
This gigantic griffin's mouth spat out lightning. It screeched incessantly, showing its ferocity. Imprius knew that it was about to enter the battlefield. It flapped its wings excitedly.
"It's eager to fight." Morgiana reached out her hand and stroked Imprius's face. The Lake Goddess witch closed her eyes and felt the beast's anger. "Imprius is very unhappy that you didn't bring it with you."
"Then it must be very happy now!" Laing shouted. "Armand, take out the flag!"
"Yes!" Laing's flag bearer, Holy Grail Knight Armand, answered loudly. He strode into the inner castle.
"All the knights who still have the strength to fight!" Laing took out the Goddess of Vengeance and shouted to everyone, "Please follow me!"
"Our lances and swords will fight for you, Lady's Champion!" All the knights who could still stand stood up emotionally. Looking at Laing's bright figure in the dark night, they felt as if there was a fire burning in their bodies.
When Armand appeared with a huge battle flag, all the knights fell silent. Some of them couldn't help but tear up.
They recognized the battle flag.
The battle flag depicted the figure of the Lake Goddess. Under the blessing of the Lake Goddess, this battle flag had spanned thousands of years. The flag depicted the encounter between the first Knight King Arthur and the Lake Goddess by the Lake Goddess. At that time, Arthur, who was still Duke Bastogne, was kneeling by the lake and drinking holy water from the Holy Grail.
This battle flag accompanied Arthur throughout his life. It was personally blessed by the Lake Goddess. Under this battle flag, Arthur unified the whole of Brittany and opened the bright era of mankind.
The battle flag fluttered in the cold wind in the dark night. At that time, the twelve first generation Holy Grail Knights had fought twelve epic battles under this battle flag. Even after thousands of years, this battle flag was still as bright as new.
That magnificent history seemed to have happened yesterday.
"Everyone! Please look! " Laing laughed as he approached. The champion of the Lake Goddess was in high spirits. He was surrounded by psionic light, like an ancient god of war descending to the mortal world to fight side by side with the mortals, "Knights! There is a knight's oath on the battle flag! Knights! Do you still remember the oath of the knight?! "
"Yes! Yes! " How could they not remember? Every Brittany knight was taught to obey the knight's oath from the moment they were born. It was a teaching engraved in their souls.
Under the battle flag of the Lake Goddess, Laing began to recite in front of everyone, and all the knights responded.
"With this sword as the witness! In the name of Brittany and the Lake Goddess, I sing praises here. "
"I swear to be kind to the weak!"
"I swear to be brave against rape!"
"I swear to fight against all wrongs!"
"I swear to fight for the defenseless!"
"I swear to not hurt any woman or child!"
"I swear to help my brothers!"
"I swear to be sincere to my friends!"
"I swear to be faithful to my loved ones!"
The glorious history had long become blurry with the passing of thousands of years. Greed and arrogance had replaced glory and morality. The knights gradually became selfish and conceited. The teachings of the Lake Goddess became more and more vague. When the knights recited the oath on the battle flag of the Lake Goddess, many of them could not help but cry. No matter how much they denied their family history, the oath of the knights could not be false. They did not abide by their oath and abandoned the teachings of the Goddess.
"Knights, my brothers! The undead are wreaking havoc on this land. Our dwarven friends are fighting a bloody battle not far away. But we will not yield. Just like our ancestors, we will not yield to any evil! The oath of a knight is not only for you, but also for myself! " Laing said loudly, "My brothers, please remember, do not forget the glory that your ancestors gave you. Forgetting the past means betrayal! We are heroes of indomitable spirit. How can we let the undead defeat us? How can we face the spirits of our ancestors? The forgotten past must be picked up again. That is the oath of a knight! Let us protect everything with our spears and blood. That is the way of a knight! "
"That's right! That's right! Fight for the Lady! Fight for the oath of a knight, fight for the protection of this land! " The whole Spire Palace burst into enthusiastic cheers. The excitement was surging like a tsunami. The fatigue had disappeared. The remaining knights waved their fists. The coldness of the winter night had disappeared. The air was like a furnace, emitting a scorching smell.
The Knights of the Grail knelt down on one knee to show their loyalty. Fedmond's hands trembled. He looked straight at the flag of the Lake God and said, "My ancestor, Your Excellency Marcus de Bordero, I have found the one I want to be loyal to, just like you!"
"My brothers! Let us fight a bloody battle to conquer Mu Xilong! Let us fight to recover the land given to us by the Goddess and to defend the kingdom! " Laing turned over and mounted his horse. Armand, who was carrying the flag of the Lake God, followed closely behind him. "Even if we die, we must die with honor. Never bow down in front of the enemy. Never turn your back to the enemy. Can you do that?"
"Yes!" All the knights let out a roar that came from the bottom of their hearts. Their momentum was vast and mighty like the surging tide of the sea. Their morale was high as they mounted their horses.
They were ready to fight.
"Forward!" Laing rode on the Griffin and raised the Goddess of Vengeance. The sorceress Teresa immediately melted the ice wall. The remaining 500 or so knights who could still fight joined the charge.
There was no mournful horn sound in this charge, only the prayers of the knights before the battle. At this moment, the hearts of the knights from the Duchy of Vanford, the Duchy of Bordero, the Duchy of Bastogne, the Duchy of Karkazon and other duchies were united again.
When the knights urged their horses forward, the early morning sky gradually brightened. The phantom figure of the Lake Goddess appeared in the clouds. The Goddess opened her arms and chanted a sacred spell.
On this day, all the knights in the Spire Palace enjoyed the blessing of the Goddess.
Under the powerful hooves of the horses, the earth trembled. The flag of the Lake God emitted the purest light in the darkness of the early morning.
The Brittany would not sit still and wait for death! If they were to die, they would die in the charge!
"Damn it!" At the farthest place, Mathew Bard was commanding the army to force the dwarves into the final position. Suddenly, his hearing was drowned out by the sound of hooves hitting the ground. When he looked up and saw Laing and the flag of the Lake God behind him, Mu Xilong's viper heart screamed, "Oh no!"
Laing dared to launch a counterattack against the undead in the castle?!
Mathew Bard did not expect that the flag of the Lake God would appear here!
He did not have the chance to think too much. The knights leveled their lances and unsheathed their swords. The sound of steel clashing echoed back and forth on the streets of the Spire Palace. The Brittany's anger could not be quelled. They instantly tore apart the undead army's attempt to regroup.
In a foul wind and rain of blood, the lances pierced through the armor of the tomb guards and the helmets of the skeleton warriors. When the swords cut into the bodies of the tomb ghouls and ghouls, they fled in panic.
The entire tide of undead was crushed by the colorful torrent. The knights roared and charged. They did not try to kill every enemy they saw on the way, but they crushed the undead army's efforts to regroup. The undead were trampled under the iron hooves of the horses. The knights on the horses fought bravely and gloriously, shouting loudly to fight for the Goddess. When they saw Laing charging alone at the front, all the knights could feel their spirits being pushed to a new height.
The flag of the Lake God fluttered back and forth in the castle. The divine light on the flag suppressed the morale of the undead. The knights were invincible. The undead were caught off guard and were utterly defeated.
Laing charged alone at the front. The wild and unruly Imprius spat out lightning from its mouth. It used its sharp claws to tear apart the enemies. Laing's blue eyes were filled with a silver torrent of spiritual energy. He was already staring at his target.
It was Mathew Bard, Mu Xilong's viper, who had just entered the castle! Since the Dark Knight was already here, there was no need for him to leave!
Nemesis slashed down, splitting the head and shield of a Blood Knight in half. Laing cleared the entire street of enemies by himself. He showed his strength and bravery without restraint. Countless enemies on the street were swept away by him. No matter how hard the undead army tried to stop him, no one succeeded. Imprius charged into the fire and smoke. The griffin grabbed a bloodthirsty akasha with its claws and tore its wings off the monster's body.
He was getting closer and closer. When Laing arrived in front of Mathew Bard with Nemesis, Mathew Bard had just drawn an arc with his viper sword and cut down a knight from the Bastogne Kingdom.
With a sharp whistle, Imprius flashed past Mathew Bard. Nemesis and the viper sword clashed. Mathew Bard could only feel a terrifying force coming from the sword, which made him and his undead warhorse take two steps back. Duke Mu Xilong stared at Laing with hatred. He yelled madly, "Are you happy being her bootlicker?"
"… …" Laing did not answer. He used Nemesis to make the most powerful response. The champion of the Lake Nymph tightened the reins and drew a shining arc with one hand. Nemesis, burning with silver flames and flashing with light blue light, left a deep cut on Mathew Bard's shield. With a flash of white light, Mathew Bard was knocked off his horse.
Duke Mu Xilong threw away his shield in a frenzy. He reached out to grab Laing's arm and pulled him off the griffin. Laing leaned forward in his seat and smashed the house behind Mathew Bard with his fist. Nemesis pierced through Mathew Bard's cursed armor, and Mathew Bard's viper sword scraped against Laing's shoulder armor.
Mathew Bard's strength increased by a thousand miles every day through his secret technique. His current strength was not inferior to Laing's. However, because this was not his own strength, Mathew Bard was still at a disadvantage in the battle. He vaguely felt that he could not win.
But he had no way out.
A terrifying battle unfolded. Amidst the flashing light and shadows, it was the duel between Laing and Mathew Bard. After a dozen rounds, Laing's Nemesis fell heavily, shattering the stone slab where Mathew Bard had been standing. The second sword was swung out. The flames on it burned Mathew Bard's face. Then, Laing threw a punch and covered Mathew Bard's handsome face with his fist.
"Pa!" The nose bridge on the Dark Knight's handsome face was broken. Matthew Bard let out a miserable shriek. He grabbed Leon's white Holy Grail cloak and flung him away.
Laing took out Mjolnir and threw it with a roar, aiming directly at Mathew Bard's head.
Thor's Hammer flashed with lightning as it flew towards its target, leaving behind the sound of burning air. In a moment of desperation, Mathew Bard used both of his hands to block it. Immediately, the sound of bones breaking came from his left arm. The great pain made him scream. The terrible kinetic energy of Thor's Hammer also sent him flying, landing at the entrance of the castle.
"My Duke!" Vampire Lord Beritez hurried to his side and helped him up. "Oh no, we can't hold on any longer! Also, there's news from Richard Castle! Duke Lauren of Connet led an army of more than 20,000 knights into Muxilon from the north. They are currently besieging Richard Castle! We must support Richard Castle! Otherwise, we won't be able to hold on! "
"What?!" Mathew Bard covered his chest with his hand. His face was covered in blood. He looked at the scene in front of him: the undead army could not resist the knights' attack. Wherever the sacred battle flag of the Lake Goddess passed, all the undead were burned into a pile of ashes. Under the leadership of the Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana and a dozen Grail Knights, the Brittany knights crushed the undead army that entered the castle. They were gradually rushing towards the castle gate.
"Retreat!" Mathew Bard clenched his teeth and gave an order. "Tell Merowen to retreat with his men! Let Qilfroy bring up the rear! "
"Yes! Retreat! Retreat! "Beritez then shouted," Retreat! "
Laing fell from the sky. He knocked down a noble's stone house and bounced on the ground. He fell into a pile of bones again. Laing coughed twice and wanted to get up. The sound of a Frightened Beast came from the sky. A Frightened Beast was swooping down towards him!
Laing immediately gave up on standing up and wanted to use Nemesis to block it. Another sharp cry came from the side. "Ahhh!"
It was Imprius! The Gryphon slid past him and attacked the Frightened Beast's neck! The two beasts collided in front of Laing and rolled to the side, crushing two houses. Imprius stretched out his sharp beak and stabbed into the Frightened Beast's stomach, tearing out a large piece of flesh!
"Go to hell!" Laing rolled and got up immediately. He trotted to the Frightened Beast. Imprius used his claws to press down on the Frightened Beast's head. Laing immediately grabbed the hilt of Nemesis with both hands and stabbed down hard. Black blood spurted all over him.
The Frightened Beast stopped moving.
When Laing came back to his senses, the undead had already been defeated. They retreated from the Spire Palace under the command of the Mad Duke Merowen.
In the distance, dawn had arrived. The sun rose into the sky. The undead had retreated. Mu Xilon's undead army had finally been defeated by the fury of the Brittany!
Cheers rose one after another. It was unknown whether the knights were celebrating this great victory that would go down in history or celebrating their survival.
"Victory!"
"We won! We defended the Spire Palace! "
"Long live the Lady! Long live Laing Macado! "
"Victory!"
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