"For the Holy Light!"
The noisy battlefield, the loud shouting of slogans, the pervading smoke, and the rotten and old stench in the air mixed with the strong smell of blood assaulted the nostrils.
The Holy Knights thrust their lances forward and charged into the grayish-white army.
Rows of skeletons flew high up into the sky and landed on the ground. Iron hooves thundered past, and the battle soon reached its climax!
Dark green magic bullets streaked across the sky, reflecting the golden light that kept flashing. The first battle between Lembas and the Undead Army was staged under the atmosphere of a decisive battle.
When the battle that lasted for two days and two nights ended, there were almost ten thousand corpses and countless skeletons and zombies left on the battlefield.
Both sides seemed to have given their all in this battle. One of the three major Knights of the Lembas Church was removed from the list after the battle, and 35 bishops participated in the battle. However, the result of wiping out almost fifty thousand undead soldiers was enough to boost the confidence of the other forces on the continent.
After all, the Light Magic could still suppress the bones that should have rotted in Hell.
The Pope personally issued the conscription order for the "Battle of the Apocalypse", and the entire Lambas Vatican began a large-scale conscription and "redemption" operation. Heroes are born in troubled times. In this battle, the Knights of the Sacred Flame who were removed from the list were left with less than a hundred survivors.
"God of Light above."
Wail lay on the stretcher, looking at the not-so-clear sky and praying softly.
Nine out of ten, one out of ten.
More than three thousand Holy Flame Knights rushed into the Undead Army as if they were committing suicide in order to cover another team of bishops who were surrounded. The warriors shed their last drop of blood, and after crushing more than seven thousand skeletons and zombies, the knights were completely stopped in the Undead Army's formation. Then, they were nibbled away bit by bit.
If it wasn't for the 'God's Repentance', which was a group attack spell that covered more than three square kilometers, Wail probably wouldn't have been able to see the sun that day.
Twenty-seven wounds.
This was a battle that Wale would never forget in his life. When the lance in his hand broke, the dagger in his hand bent, and the bones in his hand shattered from the fierce blows, Wale swore to the God of Light that he fought to the last moment.
Fortunately, this knight who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood had been saved by the bishop's Great Healing Spell, and because the Knights of the Holy Flame had been removed from the team, Wail had to temporarily retire to recuperate.
Before this battle, Wail was already the number one vice-commander of the entire knight group. If he could hold on for a few more years and his strength could keep up, this devout and experienced knight would definitely become a responsible commander of the knight group.
But now, everything had vanished into thin air.
His hands were still aching from time to time due to the severe wounds that couldn't heal under the effects of the incantation, but Wail still persevered and pulled out the short sword from his waist.
The dagger made by the dwarves had been broken in this battle, and now only a dagger was left. The rest of the dagger had long been left in the chest of some unknown zombie.
"Faith … Where is it?"
Wail looked up at the sky, surrounded by soldiers running past him. He was being moved to the rear. This brave knight would at least be wearing a "Holy Cross" badge that symbolized glory. The Pope had already issued honorary rewards for these surviving knights that night, which was extremely important during a war.
But behind the badge was hidden a sorrow that ordinary people could never imagine.
None of his comrades who had fought with him were spared, and he was the only survivor of the First Knight Brigade who had charged together with him.
Wail closed his eyes slightly, feeling tired. Was there really a god in the sky above him silently watching him?
He didn't know.
* * *
"Ready to charge!"
"Ka ka …"
Along with the Troll's accent, the three cavalry squads led by the 30 wyverns came to a halt. They were like silent statues.
The flood dragon carried the huge "Vulcan Cannon" on its back. The mages had already released their shields. In front of them was a vast plain used for maneuvers. Countless scarecrows and haystacks were placed on the plain as targets. These were not for the cavalry behind them, but for the Vulcan Cannon.
"Charge!"
A trombone sounded, and the vipers "rode" across the long battlefield. When they were a distance away from the knights behind them, the Vulcan Cannon on their backs suddenly began to turn!
A thunderstorm.
The battlefield was instantly left with the continuous "da da da …" sound of the cannon. Even the knights who had been mentally prepared were stunned for a long time, and almost jumped off their horses!
The noise startled the horses, but because they had been trained in advance, the warhorses did not lose their formation.
To be honest, at this moment, the knights finally understood why the warhorses had been trained to fight in this kind of noise. It was the first time that the Vulcan Cannon had been trained with live ammunition. The haystacks that had been destroyed in the distance and the scarecrows that had been scattered on the ground had told them what was happening in front of them.
Just these vipers in front of them on the battlefield were enough to defeat thousands of soldiers and horses!
The subsequent charge seemed to be meaningless. These high-quality warhorses, selected from all over the Empire, were fully armed, and the armor they wore was pure metal. But because each set of armor was engraved with Mithril, the actual weight of these armors was only equivalent to that of leather armor!
They swept across the battlefield at twice the speed of a normal heavy cavalry, followed by the light cavalry, and finally, a group of metal canned infantrymen.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Hiknitz led a military staff to carefully record the data and effects. In the distance, Carolina sat silently in an armchair in a daze.
It's been so long. How is he now?
She gently cast a small rain spell, and tiny raindrops pressed down the dust that had been kicked up by the heavy cavalry, but the knights' armors were not drenched in the slightest.
Her ability to control the elements had become stronger day by day under her training, but she remembered the madam who had guided her like a sister.
With the madam around, no harm would come to him.
Carolina silently took out the necklace in front of her chest and looked at it. Evelyn did not say anything else, but Carolina knew that a long, drawn-out revolution was about to sweep the entire continent.
* * *
"Are you feeling a little annoyed?"
Carter gently turned around, his indescribably beautiful eyes looking at Lady Vasaki who was lying on her side on the sofa. The latter was slightly frowning and did not seem to be in a good mood.
"Why did you imprison us?"
Pandora, who was beside her, had also changed into a thin muslin dress. Of course, it was obvious that this was not what she wanted. Her voluptuous figure looked even more alluring under the faintly discernible muslin dress. But in the entire vast palace, there was only one person who could appreciate it.
Carter, the Queen of Banshees, an existence whose strength surpassed the Tenth Level.
"Since you're here, feel free to enjoy everything. Why don't we play chess?"
With a wave of his hand, accompanied by a faint fragrance, an exquisite chess piece appeared in front of Lady Vasaki. One side was exquisite and shining with a white luster, while the other side was as dark as the night. There was no need to mention the materials of these two chess pieces, but Lady Vasaki was not interested in studying the cost of these things.
Changing from the sofa to a sitting position, the madam coiled her long snake tail and reached out to tidy her hair. She softly said, "Tell me the rules, I'll play."
"That's right."
Carter was very happy to see this lamia, who had been silent all this while, speak up. He took a few steps forward, but didn't sit beside her as if they were close. Instead, he politely and properly sat opposite her. He smiled innocently and softly said, "Don't think too badly of me. You'll understand in the future."
"I hope so …"
Pandora sighed. Although Carter had removed his control over them, he was very clear that he and Lady Vasaki could not escape from this place. As a failure who had already tried, Pandora naturally understood what this meant.
"Pray for the person who walks in the Central Continent." Carter arranged the chess pieces and softly said, "Facing the servant of the Gods is not as simple as playing chess."