"Mu Xilon's Viper is my son?" Ron muttered to himself. His expression had been covered by extreme shock and confusion. "He's my son?"
Ron's confusion made him let down his guard for a moment.
However, Mathew Bard did not stop. His face was filled with bone-deep hatred. Mathew Bard continued to attack with the Viper Sword in his hand. With a bang, the blade hit Ron's helmet, and the steel separated from his head flew out. The long blade drilled deep into his body, blazing like a tongue of fire.
Matthew Bad's great strength knocked Ron off his horse. The curse on the blade tortured his soul. His beloved horse screamed and retreated to avoid the attack. Blood splashed all over his face. He tried to drag his feet to get up, but a wave of nausea and dizziness came over him.
In a daze, Ron noticed the screams of the knights around him and their efforts to save him, but it was in vain. He tried to find his sword, but one of his feet stepped on the hilt of the Sword of Korona.
He raised his head and looked at Matthew Bard's face. For a moment, he seemed to have returned to his teenage years. He was a young and dissolute knight, and she was a serf maid washing clothes by the stream.
"Master, I'm a serf, you're a knight. It's impossible for us."
"Oh! Master, please don't do this! No! "
"I have your child! Master! "
"No! You promised me! You promised me! "
"Please, I beg you, don't take my son away, I beg you!"
"Give me back my son!!!"
"I hate you, Ron. I'll hate you forever!"
The Knight of the Grail burst into tears. He cried bitterly and shook his head. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Ajani! I owe you an apology! "
"Go to the other world and talk to Mother, Father!" Matthew Bad looked at his father crying bitterly. A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but he still raised the Viper Sword in his hand.
Ron tried to force his limbs to obey him, but a wave of numbness overwhelmed him. He heard the desperate cries of the knights, the sound of swords piercing his body, and the sound of hooves. Finally, he vaguely heard the voice of his mount, the Hippogryph Biquis.
Then, a wave of dizziness came over him, and he could not hear anything …
In the dark night, in addition to the army that was still fighting, the Empire's camp was also attacked by the undead. When the wolves rushed into the Empire's camp, the Empire's army was still asleep!
However, unlike the Brittanian army, these soldiers from Nuer were elites who had received military training all year round. When they were ambushed at the beginning, they were caught off guard and suffered great losses. However, when the undead wanted to take another step forward, these professional soldiers had gradually formed an extremely solid defense against the undead. The soldiers of the Empire reacted extremely quickly and formed a solid formation. The halberds and pikemen formed a tight line to block the gap. The firearms battalion opened fire at full speed. The cannons roared and quickly repelled the undead's attack.
"Damn it! Charlemagne above! What the hell is going on?! " General Dietrich of the Empire looked at the flames and screams in the Brittany's camp in the distance. He ordered the soldiers to launch a counterattack. "How did the Brittany army get to the front of the camp? Are they all blind and deaf?"
"How would I know?!" Deputy General Boris Von Rukov also shouted, "Hold on! Hold on! Listen to my order, fire! "
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The musketeers fired in unison, riddling hundreds of Dire Wolves and Skeleton Warriors into sieves. The undead's formation was in complete disarray. The only thing driving them forward was their desire to slaughter. The only advantage that the mortals guarding the city had was their discipline. Just like how it had been for thousands of years, the Empire's orderly steel formation welcomed the primordial bestiality.
After the ambush, the Imperial army lost more than a thousand men. However, the remaining Imperial soldiers had already gained a foothold. They roared and fought against the Undead. The pikemen and halberds stood firmly side by side. When they resisted the Undead's charge, they were also supported by the artillery and swordsmen. Nurr's musketeers poured down a rain of bullets on the enemy, releasing their own attacks.
The Grand Knight of the Holy Grail, Kalad, and his squires had turned into a torrent of steel to destroy the Undead's attack. Kalad triggered fear in the Undead wherever he went. He was surrounded by golden light, like a god descending from the heavens. He cursed and killed along the way. Kalad's bravery greatly boosted the morale of the army. Under his invincible performance, the Empire's army cheered loudly. They began to regain their morale after being caught off guard by the ambush.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Nur Empire's army regrouped. Three scattered infantry battalions had been assembled, and there were more regular troops on both sides. Just like the Nur Empire's army, the Halberd Formation formed the backbone, supported by long-range weapons, archers, musketeers, and heavy artillery. The elites of the entire army, hundreds of Empire knights, were arranged on the left side, looking for an opportunity to break through the encirclement.
When Kalad killed a whole wave of the Undead and rushed back, he was already covered in blood and mud. The Grand Knight of the Holy Grail was the liaison officer sent by Lauren to the Empire's army, so he was stationed in the Empire's camp with a few of his vassals and squires.
It was not without reason that Lauren sent Kalad to the Empire's camp. As everyone knew, Kalad had a good relationship with Laing, and Laing and Duchess Emmanuel of Nur were lovers. Laing had also publicly acknowledged his identity as the father of Kalad's child. The Nur Empire also agreed to let Kalad be the liaison officer.
Amidst the roar of artillery and the volley of muskets, Kalad returned with his men. "The camp has fallen! My brothers in the Empire! We must kill our way out! "
"What should we do?" The Empire's generals also knew that they had to kill their way out. They shouted, "There are too many enemies!"
Kalad nodded with a grim expression. He looked back and saw that the entire camp had been swallowed by the Undead Army. Lauren and his knights were nowhere to be found. They had either escaped or died in battle.
But now was not the time to hesitate because the wind of death was raging on this land! A large number of dead Brittany troops were resurrecting! The Undead Army would only increase as they fought!
"The enemy has deployed a large number of troops in the north!" Kalad immediately shouted. He pulled the reins of his beloved horse. "On the contrary, the number of defenders in the south is very small. We will break through to the south! We will go to the south of Muxilon and meet with Laing Macado's army! "
"Yes! Let's rush out! " Boris Von Zhukov immediately nodded. He mounted his horse and raised his lance. "Soldiers, my soldiers, follow us and break through to the south!"
"Break through to the south!"
The Empire's army began to break through to the south. Relying on their powerful firepower and well-trained soldiers, the Firework Academy's mercenary group broke through to the south in the dark. In order to prevent Lauren from escaping, most of the troops were deployed in the north to surround Lauren. The rest of the Undead Army was immediately defeated by the Empire's army. The Firework Academy actually managed to break through a gap in the Undead Army!
Carad de Garamente was still at the forefront. Covered in golden light, Carad rushed into the center of the storm alone like a white ivory wedge with the force of a thunderbolt.
A black Grail knight rushed over, wanting to confront Kalad head-on. But before he could get into a fighting posture, his head was immediately pierced through by the lance in Kalad's hand. He was then lifted up high and thrown more than ten meters away, falling into the army of the undead.
General Dietrich of the Empire, who was following Kalad, swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He looked at the black Grail Knight who was killed in one move, and then his whole body, plate armor, and fully armed Undead Warhorse were sent flying by Kalad's arm. He thought that Kalad's arm strength was too terrifying.
He was simply an animal!
Kalad kept cursing along the way. He used the will of the goddess to judge the death penalty of the Undead. He took the lead, waving the lance in his hand, stabbing, picking, rushing, and killing. No one could stop him. Wherever the tip of the lance passed, more than a dozen Undead Tomb Guards fell to the ground under the divine power of Kalad's lance.
Boris Von Zhukov raised the eight-shot revolver in his hand and fired continuously. The dense gunshots crossed the night sky, and the Undead Tomb Guards who were about to gather with halberds fell to the ground one after another. When the Empire's army saw the bravery of Kalad and the vanguard of the army, their morale was greatly boosted. They resolutely followed Kalad's footsteps, shouting and yelling.
The encirclement of the Undead was collapsing. At this time, Matthew Bard covered the wound on his head with his hand. There was an ugly scar left on his face, which was left by Laun's mount, Biquis, using its sharp claws and sharp beak. When Matthew Bard wanted to get up and finish him off, Laun and his mount had already disappeared. His subordinate, De Rioness, took this opportunity to break out of the encirclement with more than a hundred knights and fled to the north.
"Woo woo woo!" Matthew Bard roared crazily, "Merovin! Go and stop them! Stop Kalad and the Empire's army! "
"Today, I will baptize this land with blood! I will comfort my mother!!! "
Following Matthew Bard's order, Merovin led a large group of Undead Black Knights and Blood Knights and began to charge toward the Empire's army that was breaking out of the encirclement in the south.
The Empire's army was not without help. Just as Kalad was charging at the front of the army, a group of more than seven hundred knights joined him. The leader was Duke Hagan of Gisoleiox. This Holy Grail Knight swept away all the Undead in front of him. The stag lance in his hand emitted a pure light. As the duke fought without stopping, a pure white stag shadow appeared from the lance. The light on the stag's body expelled the power of the Undead. The skeleton warriors and zombies turned into a pile of bones almost instantly when the stag shadow shone on them.
Relying on Duke Hagan's bravery, the Empire's army and Gisoleiox's army joined forces. In the chaos, Duke Hagan saw Kalad and shouted, "Who can tell me what the hell is going on?! Why did Laun suddenly catch fire? Why didn't Aldrede and Forcade come to help? "
Hagan was really puzzled by all this, but his outstanding military ability and personal bravery immediately made him realize that something was wrong. He immediately ordered his soldiers to break out of the encirclement and join forces with the Empire's army.
Since the Undead Army led by Matthew Bard was not large enough, the Gisoleiox's army camp suffered a small sneak attack. He immediately led the knights out and joined forces with the Empire's army.
"There's no time to talk so much now. Let me break out and join up with Laing!" Kalad shouted.
"Understood!" Hagan knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so he immediately responded loudly.
With the charge of the two Grail Knights, Kalad was no longer afraid. With the help of Duke Hagan, Kalad galloped forward, and the enemies in front of him fell in droves. Now, the Grail Knight of the Sanctum was like a living human god of war. His eyes were burning with the anger of the Lake God. His sword, Durandale, was burning with white flames. He held a lance in one hand and Durandale in the other. Every strike he made brought destruction to the Brittany's enemies. He could feel the power of the Grail pounding in his veins. The enemies were scattered in front of him like wheat under a sickle.
No one could defeat him. No one could defeat him. The Black Knights were turned into slag in front of Kalad. These people were either sent flying by the lance or directly hit by the warhorse, and then crushed into pieces by the horse's hooves.
The last of the Black Grail Knights also fell in front of Kalad.
He had slaughtered hundreds of undead with his own strength.
Then, he saw his half-brother, Berit. Kalad's former brother had now become a vampire. He raised his lance and issued a silent challenge to Kalad.
"You have also fallen?" Kalad raised his lance and said calmly, "Then from today onwards, we are no longer brothers."
"We have never been brothers! You never were! " Berit's scarlet eyes were full of murderous intent. "I have become a midnight noble! My power is beyond your imagination … "
Before he finished his words, Kalad's lance had already slashed through Berit's shield and hit Berit's chest. Berit's brother showed a little surprise on his face, and Kalad had already knocked him off his horse.
"Go to hell! Undead! " Duke Hagan could not care less. His stag lance pierced through Beret, who had fallen to the ground. The vampire lord let out a shrill scream as he was bathed in the light of the stag. Then, he evaporated into a pile of gray ashes.
Before Kalad had time to grieve for the dead Berit, the Grail Knight saw the figure of the mad Duke Merovin.
The horse did not stop. Kalad rushed into the army of the Black Knights again and went straight for Merovin.
The knights of the Empire had never felt so hot-blooded and ambitious before. They all let out loud cheers. Under Kalad's lead, the knights of the Empire followed Kalad and rushed in front of Merovin in the blink of an eye, like a shining light passing through the darkness and rain.
The Black Knights and Blood Knights tried to move to protect the mad Duke. Their eyes were full of hatred, but there was also fear.
When Kalad raised the divine sword in his hand, the light released by the divine sword almost made all the undead scream. The glow of Durandale illuminated the whole battlefield and brought great pain to the undead.
The Blood Knights tried to stop Kalad's charge. These Blood Knights were very powerful. They wore ancient armor, and each of them was a powerful warrior and champion of the Blood Dragon family.
However, no one could stop Kalad's charge. Spears and swords tore apart the armor and flesh of the Blood Knights, and heads flew into the air. Kalad killed five Blood Knights in a row and approached Merovin.
The remaining Blood Knights were drowned by the 800 knights led by Duke Hagan and the 100 or so knights of the Empire.
Seeing that he was alone, Merovin sneered. The mad Duke swung his sword and cut an Empire knight charging from the side in half. The Empire knight did not even have time to say his last words before he flew away from Merovin.
The second slash was made, and a Brittany Knight's horse's hooves fell to the ground. He was sent flying from the high-speed horse.
Merovin raised his sword at Kalad.
This was an invitation to the battle of the champions.
Kalad would not allow Merovin to kill again and again. He accepted the challenge with a roar. "Lady, guide my spear!"
The lance in the hands of the Grail Knight pierced through the air. Kalad dodged Merovin's sharp blade attack, and the tip of the lance pierced through Merovin's throat. Just like that, the two saints began a terrifying battle.
Merovin screamed in pain. The white flame burned his throat, and black smoke rose from his throat. Under the burning of the white flame, Merovin used his sword of the dead to parry Kalad's sword. He reached out and broke the lance in half.
The swords clashed, and sparks flew out in the dark night. Both sides' arm muscles were taut to the extreme. At this moment, they were evenly matched, and neither side could do anything to the other.
The vampire was very fast. After Kalad's spear broke, Merovin immediately swung his sword at Kalad.
But Merovin miscalculated. Kalad was no longer a mortal. The strength of Duke Garament, who was far stronger than ordinary Grail knights when he was still an expedition knight, was now far beyond the vampire's imagination. He immediately used the remaining part of his spear to block Merovin's attack. But before he could recover, Durandale's sword cut off Merovin's right arm.
Merovin screamed crazily. He grabbed the remaining bone sword with his remaining hand and threw himself directly at Kalad.
Clang! Kalad immediately retracted his sword to block. Durandale parried the bone sword and left a terrible wound on Merovin's chest. The black cursed plate armor was cut into pieces by Durandale like a rag. Merovin felt his strength being diverted by Kalad. His body involuntarily stretched forward towards Kalad.
Kalad turned around lightly. He gathered all his strength in his arms and even used all the strength in his waist. As the Grail knight moved, the sword in his hand turned into a blurry shadow.
Then, Durandale fell. Blood splattered everywhere, and a big head flew into the air.
The battle between the champions of the sanctum ended in a short and cruel manner. The nearby undead army was instantly routed after losing Merovin's control.
The army of the Empire and the army of the Duchy of Gisoleiox took the opportunity to break out of the encirclement.
The whole battlefield was filled with Kalad's hoarse roar.
"In the name of the Lady! The Mad Duke Merovin is beheaded! "
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