Early April, Mu Xilong, Cursed Land.
Laing, François, Berchemund, Morgiana, and Kalad were leading the last of the Brittany's troops. They were marching along the Gris Mori River.
Landuin's tomb was not far away. It was early spring, so it was drizzling. The spring thunder echoed through Mu Xilong's swamp. It cast a dark shadow over the army.
Everyone could feel that a big battle was coming. The knights were tidying up their armor. The lake god prophets were chanting spells. The musketeers were checking their firearms. The dwarves were singing. They were singing the story of the dwarf mountain kingdom.
Five Sacred elites were riding in front. The spring rain was hitting Laing's psionic power armor. The armor had been broken many times, but Laing was always able to use his psionic power to make it repair itself.
Now, the champion of the Goddess of the Lake had taken out the Goddess of Vengeance. The runes on the blade of this divine weapon were shining brightly. The blessing and power of the Lord of Humans had been added to the blade. A pale blue light shrouded Leon's figure. He used his hand to feel the burning silver flames on the blade and said nothing.
As expected, both Angelang and the royal guards refused Laing's request to go out.
Laing could not command the royal guards. The four corn cobs had been given permission by the king. They were now guarding the pregnant female knight 24/7. They would not go out because of Laing's request.
Angelang was the same. After Laing used his psionic power to talk to Angelang, the World Eater geno prototype laughed and said, "I am not your bodyguard. I am not your subordinate. I am just your brother. You are Gray Knight's geno prototype. I will not help you. It is just like my father did not help me. You have to take on the responsibilities and obligations of a geno prototype. You have to walk the path of a geno prototype."
After Laing heard that, he had a wry smile. Ten thousand years had passed, and Angelang was still holding a grudge against him.
From a certain perspective, what Angelang said made sense. Whether it was the king or Angelang, they did not want Laing to rely on them. In this dark age, Laing could only rely on himself.
The weak wind mixed with the light rain continued to come from the southwest. It was spring, and the snow was melting. All of Mu Xilong's roads were very muddy. It was very difficult for the knights to advance.
Maybe the dead did not plan to build roads. The vampires liked the swamps because the swamps did not affect the movement of the dead. It was a big obstacle for other armies.
"You should have told me the situation earlier, Laing. "Beast Butcher" Berchemund, Duke Bastogne, was wearing a full set of enchanted Rune armor, "Breath of the Fire Dragon". He pulled the reins of his armored Elven warhorse and said to Laing in a hoarse voice, "It's the duty of all the knights to protect the land that the Goddess has given us. You shouldn't take Mu Xilong as your own mission."
The Red Dragon Duke had wanted to participate in this war for a long time. For the past few years, he had not obtained any great honor or military exploits. He had only cleared out the Orc tribes in the Arden Forest. When François and Laing defeated Necromancer Kemmler and his Ancient Tomb army at the Battle of Blackstone Stronghold and the Battle of La Messner Monastery, Berchemund had only killed an Orc King, which made the devout descendant of Arthur angry. "I won't not help you."
Laing was at a loss for words. He thought, "If you help me, the nature of this war will change!"
Duke Berchemund was a descendant of Arthur. He was born with the qualifications to be King. After King John II was dethroned, Berchemund was almost crowned as King.
As one of the competitors for the throne, Laing didn't want Berchemund to participate. The Bastogne army could participate in the capture of Mu Xilong, but Berchemund couldn't. If he wasn't forced, Laing wouldn't have written a letter for Berchemund to participate. The capture of Mu Xilong was a competition between him and Berchemund.
When Chaos appeared and Great Devil Tzeki wanted to collect the Sacred Relics, the situation changed. This war was no longer a competition for the throne.
Now, Laing and the others were fighting to protect the kingdom!
"Berchemund, don't be so harsh on Laing. No one expected this war to turn out like this." François still looked elegant and wise. He gently persuaded, "If he wasn't forced, he wouldn't have asked us to help."
"Huh?" Berchemund was confused at first. He took a minute to think before he understood what François meant. He muttered, "I'm really not interested in the throne. Laing boy, do I look like someone who likes to sit on the throne and deal with all kinds of government affairs all day long? You might as well kill me! I'm a Knight of the Holy Grail. I'm a descendant of Arthur. The battlefield is my home. When King John II abdicated, I refused once. When Richard wanted to abdicate, I refused again. I really don't want to be King. "
"Some things are not as simple as one's wish." Laing also said frankly, "We understand each other, Sir Berchemund. But becoming King is the choice of all nobles and ladies. Most of the time, it has nothing to do with our own choices. When the responsibility falls on our shoulders, we can only shoulder it. Just like you don't want to be a Duke, you have also made a choice between protecting the Holy Land of the Lady and protecting your people."
"Hahaha, I like what you said." Berchemund laughed. He patted Laing's shoulder hard with enough strength to kill a cow. "Yes, life is a painful choice. Most of the time, we can only choose one path among many. Of course, if possible, I would like to say something."
"I want all of them!" Laing smiled and stretched out his right hand, clenching it into a fist.
The few of them burst into laughter.
"I want all of them?" Kalad listened to their conversation. His eyes were a little gloomy. If possible, he even hoped that he would not become a Knight of the Holy Grail. Along the way, he had lost too much.
Parents, brothers, lovers, mentors, and sisters. Now, Kalad was all alone. Even though he was now honored and famous in the kingdom, he still often recalled the good times back then, the happiness that slipped through his fingers.
Kalad swore that every pain he experienced would make him stronger. His anger would burn on the heads of the Goddess' enemies!
Wherever the army passed, all the villages, including the vampire castles, were turned into ruins. All they could see was a piece of wasteland.
Just when they were fifteen kilometers away from the tomb of Landuin, the scouts had reported that the Tzeich army was slowly approaching the tomb. The vampire lord of the Blood Dragon bloodline refused to surrender to Chaos, and the two sides engaged in a fierce attack and defense battle.
The outcome was simple. No matter how strong the castle was, it could not withstand the attack of the Chaos army. The Tzeich fire demons and the Tzeich fire chariots melted the castle. The vampire lord's desperate resistance made the Tzeich army pay a heavy price. But in the end, it only added a new military medal to the battle record of the Weaver of Fate. The undead were burned into charcoal, and the castle melted in the face of the witchcraft flames. The Tzeich army did not spend too much effort to capture the castle. The vampire lord was killed, and his soul was completely destroyed by the Weaver of Fate.
"We're almost there." Carlos the Weaver of Fate spread his wings. He could feel endless power flowing through his body. Be it the living, the dead, or anything else, nothing could stop the Chaos Army.
The ravines and moats of the undead castle were filled with bones. The melted ruins of the castle made it impossible for even the best of eyesight to recognize the outline of the past. When Carlos the Weaver of Fate raised his head and looked into the distance, he saw the army of the Brittany.
"Interesting." Carlos opened his beak and let out a sharp cry. "The resistance of the mortals is futile. Now, let us destroy this country. Destroy everything we see!"
The sea of Tzeentch Demons came in all shapes and sizes. Starting from the blurry Fear Demons, the Screamers, the Tzeentch Fire Demons, the Tzeentch Spirits, the Tzeentch Clerks, and the Tzeentch Demon Wizards all let out crazy cries.
The Weaver of Fate looked at its army proudly. It had the strongest army under Tzeentch's command. With the four holy items in their hands, the passage between the Chaos Domain and the prime material plane became more and more stable. Under the strong winds of Chaos, more Tzeentch demons had already left for the mortal plane.
The Knights of Fate did not have the chance to complete their formation. After the last round of praise for Saint Tzeich, the battle began!
The left wing of the knight's army was formed by the knights of the Winford Duchy. Francois' soldiers immediately prepared for battle. Francois clenched his unicorn sword tightly. He knew that this would be a tough battle.
The right wing of the Knights of Fate was formed by Duke Bordero and the Knights of Bastogne Duchy. Berchemund carried a huge mace on his shoulder. He often used this weapon to fight against the Orcs from Arden Forest.
The middle army was formed by the allied army of Laing and Kalad, the Empire's army, and the Angran clan's Dwarven army.
Before the allied army could gain a foothold, the battle broke out. The Tzeich demons attacked the Knights of Fate like a tidal wave.
"For the Lady! For Brittany! "
"For Granny! For Grimnir! "
"For Charlemagne! For the Empire! For Karl Franz! For the Countess! "
"For Kunos and Yisha! For Esoloron! "
The allied army hastily got into formation and prepared for battle. After the last round of prayers, the Knights of Fate welcomed the enemy.
"Praise Saint Tzeich, praise the Master of Fate!"
Among the Chaos demons, the voices of praise for Dzeentch could not be heard. The cannons of the dwarves and the heavy cannons of the empire immediately opened fire. The roaring shells covered the entire front of Dzeentch's army. The muskets spat out tongues of flame, the halberds roared in the air, and the solid bullets tore holes in the ranks of the Chaos demons one after another. The exploding shrapnel devoured the bodies of the Chaos demons.
At this moment, the dwarven musketeers, Bastogne longbowmen, and the wood elves put aside their differences and united as one. They fought for the sake of the mortal world. A torrential rain of arrows harvested the fragile Tzeentch demons. The dwarven foot soldiers, human foot soldiers, and foot soldiers fought together against the enemy. When demons approached the formation, a merciless melee broke out in front of the army. The few Tzeentch demons that could make it to the front of the formation were quickly besieged and exiled back to the subspace.
The Empire's army, under the command of General Dietrich of the Empire, fired their cannons with all their might. The Hellstorm rockets were all fired. Dozens of rockets rose into the sky like fireworks and landed among the Tzeich Demons. Hundreds of Tzeich Fire Demons exploded, killing thousands of them on the spot.
After the Tzeich Demons' first wave of attack was blocked, the Knights of Fate immediately launched a counterattack under the command of Laing. The Knights charged under the cover of the cannons and repelled the Tzeich Demons. Two Tzeich Fire Chariots were smashed to pieces by the Knights' lances.
However, Fate Weaver immediately discovered the power of the Empire's artillery. He raised his hand and chanted a spell. Dozens of magical flames descended from the sky and blew up the Hellstorm rockets. Several Empire engineers and dozens of Empire soldiers were directly melted into ashes in the waves of fire. The flag of the Nur with a golden lion on a black background was also burned to ashes.
Next, Fate Weaver Carlos' fingertips changed into a crystalline light. A twisted magical light enveloped the charging Knights. Fifty of them were instantly turned into twisted pieces of flesh under Carlos' spell. Then, Carlos summoned three more illusory lights. The Empire's Halberd Soldiers and Laing's Foot Soldiers were swept away by the illusory lights. The mortals were turned into ashes on the spot.
Fate Weaver was very satisfied with its results. Just as it was about to continue casting its spell, a delicate voice interrupted it. "Eurino's Lightning Arrow!"
The Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana appeared with the Holy Grail in her hand. At this time, the Holy Grail in her hand had turned red. The Light of the Lake Goddess resounded throughout the battlefield. The power of Chaos magic was dispelled. At this time, there was only ferocity and anger on Morgiana's face. The wind of magic whistled around her. She raised her hand and pointed a Lightning Arrow at the Tzeich Demons. "Die!"
Fate Weaver raised its hand and grabbed Morgiana's Lightning Arrow. With a squeeze of its hand, the one-meter-thick Lightning Arrow was directly crushed. Carlos glanced at the Chosen One of the Lake Goddess in disdain. Even if the Chosen One's magic was very powerful, it was still much weaker than his own.
"Metal Torrent!" An alchemy spell was cast. Twenty to thirty torrents of hot metal fell from the sky. The Lake Goddess Witch had no choice but to summon a shield of thorns to resist.
The onslaught of the Chaos Demons continued. The Tzeich Wizards joined the battle from the sky on Tzeich's flying discs. When the Tzeich believers marched to war, they would often carry flags and marks that symbolized the glory of the army. It was an exquisitely crafted magical banner. Mysterious runes and demon totems were intertwined with an extremely hot magical flame. The Lord of All Changes was always happy to see his followers carrying these banners into battle.
Fate Weaver immediately signaled all the troops to press forward and attack the central army. Hundreds and thousands of Tzeich Fire Demons fired fireballs at the same time. The Nur Musketeers, the Dwarven Thunder Gunners, and Laing's Musketeers could barely withstand the dense rain of fireballs. They were forced to retreat under Laing's command.
With this retreat, the frontline soldiers immediately lost their cover fire. The pressure on them immediately increased by several times.
Under the Tzeich Wizard's spell, the Flame of Hatred swept through the army of knights. Serfs and noble knights were all slaughtered. The originally tight frontline was plowed with deep trenches one after another. The Great Demon Tzeich keenly grasped this opportunity. Before the backup troops could fill in, the battle song of Tzeich's praise had already resounded throughout the battlefield.
An entire line of defense collapsed. Hundreds and thousands of human soldiers and hundreds of dwarves died under the claws of the Chaos Demons and Tzeich's spells. The sky was a riot of colors.
A ray of fire melted more than twenty human soldiers who were still stubbornly resisting into a pool of blood. The number one demon under Tzeich, Fate Weaver Carlos, had personally joined the battle.
The situation was getting worse. Captain Raymond of the Halberd Corps could only lead less than a hundred of his Halberd Corps as backup troops to resist the attacks of the Chaos Demons. Although they knew that the chances of victory were slim, these soldiers still shouted the name of the Goddess of the Lake and charged.
It was Sir Laing who stopped us from starving. It was Sir Laing who made us rich. Although these soldiers knew that they could not change the situation, they still stubbornly fought. This was because the Chaos Demons had begun to invade the center of the army like a tidal wave. At the same time, François and Berchemund were also caught in a tough battle. Fate Weaver Carlos mocked the humans for overestimating themselves. He raised his staff and was about to completely annihilate this group of humans.
A shrill cry was heard even faster than its movements. The champion of the Chosen One of the Lake Fairies had appeared just in time to save the central army from the crisis. The gigantic griffin Impris spat out lightning from its mouth and interrupted Carlos's movements. Riding on the griffin, Leon descended from the sky and tore apart the body of the demon Tzeentch with his sharp claws. Leon's hand was burning with silver psionic flames, and his war hammer was also spewing flames. The tip of the hammer struck out a bolt of lightning directly at the body of the Weaver of Fate.
Carlos easily dodged to the side. The lightning bolt split the Chaos Demon beside him into pieces. The Fate Weaver had already seen through Laing's actions. He then raised his staff to block Laing's fierce attack. "Champion of the False God of the Lake. Do you really not want to change your master?"
"Your opponent is me!" Laing's eyes were burning with rage.
"Me too!" Kalad rushed from the side on his beloved horse. His divine sword Durandale cut the bodies of dozens of Tzeich demons into pieces.
"Me too!" Morgiana the Witch of the Lake unleashed a chain of lightning to kill hundreds of Tzeich demons. She rode on her unicorn Hillfain and joined the battle. "Chaos Demon! Accept the judgment of the Lady! "
"Very well! Come at me together! "The Tzeich demon was extremely happy." Today, I will show you my power! Everything is the choice of fate. The Master of Fate has foreseen this moment! "
"Today, I will dye the sky red with the blood of the Brittany!"
"Praise the Master of All Change! Praise the Saint Tzeich! "
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