His words were usually full of prestige, but at this moment, the soldiers looked at him numbly. Because no one knew how many civilians would rush into Pajal Palace after the iron gate opened, and when it would close …
"As a viscount of the Empire, I order you to open the gate!"
"Don't listen to him!
Do what you should do! "
Another guy ran up from behind. He was also dressed like a noble, but he was not as polite as the viscount's son. He came up and waved his hand at the old man!
"Pa!"
His arm was blocked by the old man's raised hand. Before he could say anything, he heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed, and then a chill instantly came from his chest!
Although the old man was very old, it could be seen that he used to be a professional. Although the ceremonial sword worn by the nobles was not standard equipment, it was more than enough to kill.
"If the Empire perishes, it must be because of you greedy for life and afraid of death bastards!"
The old man's words made all the soldiers feel like there was a dagger on their backs. An inexplicable sense of shame made their cheeks warm up. They lowered their heads out of shame. Facing the old man suddenly killing a Viscount, no one dared to step forward and say anything.
"Open the gate!
If you admit that you are soldiers of the Empire! "
… …
"Ka …"
Finally, the iron gate opened slowly. The commoners stared blankly at the scene in front of them as if they couldn't believe it. After a short moment of astonishment, they immediately rushed into the interior of Pajar Palace as if they didn't care about their lives.
"But … What can we do?"
The old man looked at the commoners that were rushing into the city and let out a sigh. Then he ordered his men, "Bring me my armor and sword. Even if the name Hermes disappears, it should be like a meteor for the people to see its final glory!"
Hermes was an old noble who fought with the Myers surname to conquer the Empire of Saint Reims during the fall of the Rondor Empire. Although he had declined due to being ostracized, his pride still made him qualified to stand on the frontline of the Empire and call himself a "noble"!
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"Levi!
Can you still hold on! "
"I'll definitely last longer than you!"
Wale stumbled over his comrade's corpse and almost fell to the ground. At the same time, three zombies pounced on him and knocked him to the ground. However, he bounced up from the ground as though he was a spring. The dagger in his hand flashed with a cold glint, and in an instant, the heads of the three zombies flew into the air!
The inner city walls couldn't hold on any longer!
This was to be expected, but Wail had to admit that due to the lack of manpower, the inner city walls lasted much shorter than the outer city walls!
It was noon and Wale, who hadn't eaten for a day and a night, didn't feel the hunger signal from his body. The adrenaline kept him from feeling hungry, but it quickly depleted his stamina.
Two of the short swords in his hands had already been broken!
It was chopped off!
It wasn't a curled blade. This was enough to show how tough the battle was for Wale. At this moment, he couldn't even hold the short sword that was gifted to him. A few circles of bandages tightly bound his hand to the short sword. Even if he loosened his fingers, his short sword wouldn't fall.
Wale's entire body was trembling violently. The muscles in his legs seemed to be on fire. Wale's right leg had cramped many times due to overexertion, but he forcefully relied on the Dou Qi in his body to hold on. The zombies in front of him were endless, but Wale didn't feel the slightest despair.
"The Holy Light is forever!"
His comrade, who always liked to joke with him, roared as he charged into the dense crowd of zombies. Wale knew that it was time to retreat. This guy who liked to use scimitars instead of swords had a beautiful wife. His son looked extremely similar to him and had the same strength. Wale felt that his son would definitely inherit his father's identity as a knight when he grew up. But now, this knight with a happy family was using his life to buy time for his comrade to retreat. He didn't even have time to leave his last words.
The Holy Light is forever.
Holy Light, where are you?
Wale lifted his head to look at the sky above. The gloomy clouds prevented sunlight from shining on his body. It seemed like it was going to rain. Wale felt that his body inside his armor had been soaked in sweat countless times, as though he had fallen into the sea and was fished out. His leather boots were filled with sticky blood, and the slippery feeling when he walked made him feel as though his boots and feet were glued together.
Retreat?
Retreat to where?
There were still more than 200 knights left. After retreating from the inner city wall, they immediately mounted their warhorses that were prepared in advance and galloped towards Pajal Palace under the command of the vice-leader!
"Children of the God of Light, prepare for the final battle!
Pajal Palace is our last stop, warriors!
May we meet again in heaven! "
The vice-leader blew the horn to retreat, but like the previous leader, he stayed at the back of the team.
After all the knights retreated, the vice-leader turned his horse around, grabbed the long lance that he had never used before, and charged towards the undead army that had already rushed down the inner city wall.
The light of combat energy was like a torch that was thrown into the sea. Although he knew that it would be extinguished, he used the last of his strength to illuminate the endless darkness.
…
Wale took off his helmet and gently pressed it against his chest.
The three bishops stood on a platform not too far away, softly chanting their prayers. Golden light flickered continuously, and the stench of decay in the air was cleansed by the sudden burst of holy light. The remaining two hundred knights silently knelt in front of the bishops. Everyone took off their helmets and prayed for the final battle.
"Boom!"
A huge tremor came from the iron gate of Pajal Palace. It was the death knell of the undead.
The fireballs in the sky continuously smashed down, but they were blocked by a layer of golden shield.
"Knights!
Get on your horses! "
There were almost no soldiers left to defend. There were less than a hundred soldiers inside Pajal Palace, and they did not have any defensive equipment in their hands. These things had been moved to the outer and inner city walls. Because of the lack of soldiers, everyone knew that these things were useless no matter how many they had.
The prayers of the three bishops came to an end. As they chanted loudly, a violent wave suddenly spread out from them!
It was as if there was a sudden explosion of thunder in the sky. The entire sky suddenly turned golden, and then a hemispherical barrier suddenly spread out!
One of the three bishops emitted a golden light, and his body became translucent. He pointed the scepter in his hand straight towards the sky and said, "With flesh and blood, forge the indestructible shield!"
The clouds in the sky were suddenly blown away by a wave of air that descended from the sky. Sunlight shone on the land in an instant, and the bishop's body disappeared from the world forever after the shield was cast. Even the scepter in his hand had dissipated into particles that flickered with a faint golden light in the air.
The remaining two bishops made a similar casting gesture. The knights who had mounted their horses in preparation now had more than ten more people. Their armor was unusually gorgeous, and each of them had a different badge on their body. The zither shields in their hands also had the badges that represented the different surnames. These were the nobles of the Empire who did not forget their mission at such a time.
They volunteered to join the last team. There were not many units in the defense force that could fight anymore. If Pajal Palace was breached, then all the civilians of the Sith Court would be plunged into an abyss of misery. At this moment, the civilians who did not have the time to enter Pajal Palace, or were unwilling to enter, were torn into pieces by the undead!
There was no pity, no sympathy. That was how merciless war was.
The blinding sunlight shone down from the top of Pajal Palace, enveloping the tower that was built above the people. The rest of the Sith Court was as gloomy as before. The undead's war had spread throughout the entire city, and there were still countless undead swarming into the city outside the city walls. It was as if they wanted to crush the city with their numbers!
The Sith Court was in danger!
Levi mounted his warhorse and inserted his short sword into the secondary weapon position on the horse. His lance was in place, and he put on his helmet and pulled down the visor.
The leader and deputy leader of the knights had already been sacrificed, leaving only two captains with the authority to command, and Wail was one of them. He looked at the knights behind him who had gone through thick and thin with him, but didn't say anything.
"Wherever I go, you will follow. Whenever I fall, you will continue to charge until there is only one person left!"
"Eternal Holy Light!"
"Eternal Holy Light!"
This was the final counterattack of the humans of the Sith Court. The nobles who had hidden long ago looked down from the tall towers in the distance. They knew that their sacrifice was only to delay the time for them to walk into the abyss.
But to the knights, dying gloriously on the battlefield was the highest honor. The God of Light would allow the bravest knights to enter the kingdom of heaven, and the cowardly deserters would be sent to hell!
"Cavalry, in position!"
All the lances were pointed at the sky. But just as Levi was about to order for the iron gates of Pajal Palace to be opened, the distant horizon suddenly turned bright as day!