Vol 3 Chapter 7: Blood-stained rose

The Blood Rose Knights ’new fledgling defensive front has completely collapsed-the dragons have not yet carried out the next frost spit, and the fear and despair from human hearts have broken their will. In the presence of these proud and powerful creatures, the soldiers of the Sofia Empire gave up their dignity as warriors, despite the roar of the officers and even beheaded, leaving the weapons in their hands and starting to run away.
Fapelio Delitan can only watch this happen silently, but is helpless. For the first time in his life, the Black Knight began to doubt the intelligence network that he had trusted for so long-what made them ignore hundreds of undead dragons so much that they didn't even mention a single word? Or is it that the magic of the Liches is strong enough to blind the entire Canados continent?
But for whatever reason, the fact that the trend has gone is the same, and the Cavaliers have been completely defeated.
"Sir, please retreat with me immediately, otherwise it will be too late." A high-level mage hurriedly approached the silent Fapero, his expression was full of exhaustion, and the exquisite robe was now covered with smoke. "I immediately started the transfer of the Phalanx, and I went to the nearest ancestral temple before I made a plan."
"Do you want me to run away? My soldiers are being slaughtered, but you want me to watch them die and hide in a corner hundreds of kilometers away?" The black knight turned back suddenly, staring fiercely The other side, under the pressure of sharp eyes, the mage couldn't help but shut his mouth.
"In short, you immediately inform the chief mage Fraz, and he will be the supreme commander of the Knights, who will be fully responsible for the retreat." The leader of the Blood Rose Knights sighed and his tone eased. Let your colleagues move to a safe place, after all, the mage is the most precious force at all times. "
"So, what about you?" The other asked in a hurry.
"I will adopt a strategy of central breakthrough, even if the body is broken, at least it will leave indelible marks on those undead ~!" The words of the black knight contained pride and enthusiasm, "The commander must be oxime The battlefield, this is the rule I set for myself. If I give up now, I will lose to those death knights who exchange their power for life. Even the soul is not as good as that ... So, I will never back down! "
The mage stared silently at his commander, and after a few seconds he suddenly bowed, and then seriously answered, "Yes, sir. I will definitely implement your order completely."
Fabero nodded his head, clenched the red gun that was as red as fire, and then marched toward the snow-filled land with firm and hesitant steps.
The warrior's Shura field has finally become the slaughterhouse of the undead. The death knights have broken through almost all of the defense lines. The only place that has not yet been defeated is the bunker where the command center of the camp is located and the defensive belt beneath it. However, even if human beings occupy the geographical advantage, they still cannot resist the attacks from the undead. The magic of the Lich is like an invisible but powerful hand that is crushing the human fortifications little by little.
There are only over a thousand soldiers who are still fighting the death knights. Most of them are high-ranking empire knights. They are impulsive or old-fashioned or moving because of defending honor, covering their companions, and treating the dead as enemy At this moment, they are still breathing breathless dragons on the battlefield, desperately defending the last line of defense of the Blood Rose Knights.
Fabero did not order them to retreat-now the retreat will only be a living target, not to mention that flesh and blood creatures cannot escape from the tireless undead-after entering the front line, the only thing he did was simply order The men gave up their defense and quickly formed the most traditional cavalry commando.
"Are we going to charge, sir?" A knight asked urgently, the black knight could feel the fear in the opponent's words, but what could not be ignored was the determination from the youth's eyes.
It is because of their existence that mortals can confront God. Fabero silently thought that perhaps the next generation of black knights would have such a firm look, but ... the youth in front of himself would fall under the sword of the goddess angel. No, not only him, but the thousand people who vowed to guard to the end could not escape the cruel fate of death.
Thinking of this, the head of the Knight of the Blood Rose could not hold the gun tightly until the knuckles became white, and then his voice passed through the smoke of the battlefield to the ears of the knights waiting for orders.
"You guys, the reason I stay here to fight the death knight is not for the crumbling empire or the incompetent ruler," the black knight turned slowly at the forefront, glancing across the entire charge formation, "I have my own reasons, I believe you also have ... though some reasons may be helpless."
"However, I want to tell you that death is definitely not a meaningless sacrifice, and our attacks at the cost of life will be transmitted to the body of Ishtunoli through the bodies of the undead." Speaking of this, Fapeleau The corner of his mouth rose slightly. "Maybe you don't understand what I'm talking about now ... but when the world really gets rid of the divine spirit, this land will remember everything we used to give."
"Now," the Black Knight lowered his stance, pointed his flaming spear at the black tide-like enemies, and shouted, "The whole army is charging ~!"
The Sophia knights roared out of the ruins, gathered at the tip of Fabero into a metallic arrow, and then frantically inserted into the flanks of the death knight. The three undead dragons immediately launched an attack from mid-air, but their spit, which was enough to freeze the armor, still could not stop the human's counterattack. Soon, the bright silver armor of the death knight was near, and the five-meter-long lances of the Blood Rose knights were about to taste the dead blood that the undead would not flow.
"Kill ~!" The human shouted and left death behind, as long as he grasped his last blow. At that moment, their momentum even covered the wind, overwhelmed Blizzard, and swept the entire battlefield.
But the death knight was unmoved, and the undead's formation was quiet and abnormal, forming a sharp contrast with the enraged enemies. Under the baptism of hundreds of years of war, these burning pupils have witnessed countless struggling deaths of prey. For them, the Sofia Cavalier's charge at the cost of life is just one of them, without any special meaning.
After all, compared with the persistence of the past lives for hundreds of years, the courage that human beings have made for various reasons is just a cloud that is easy to fall apart.
The next moment, when the distance between the two sides was only tens of meters, the death knight in a passive situation finally countered. The "herringbone" array that was intercepted on the side suddenly split apart, as if it was ashes scattered by the wind. But then, these shattered forces immediately re-assembled into three new fronts, meeting in three different directions from left, center, and right.
The attack of the undead was like a sharp grasp of a tiger. At the moment when the two armies fought, the Blood Rose Knights were immediately torn open three huge gaps. The overwhelming gap in strength cannot be compensated by the courage of backwater wars. It was not until the sharp blades collided that the Sophia Cavaliers understood what power was contained in the opponent's halberd. Most of the five-meter long iron-clad wooden rifles were twisted They have to be crushed, and the shock from the magic weapon has cracked their mouths-this kind of chopped strike is by no means human beings able to resist.
For most knights, the only effective counterattack is to seal the undead's offensive with their own body, and then let their companions take the opportunity to attack. But after the first round of confrontation, a thousand knights have lost one-third, and the number of disadvantages has made such a life-to-batter attack impossible. They could only resist in vain, and then watched the bright arcs fall from their heads, and then fell into eternal sleep.
However, there was a strong fear of the impact of the black tide in this massacre. On the contrary, the fiery flame even burned a gap in the endless ice seal, and just broke the blade of the death knight.
Fabero shook his spear and let the enemy's ashes dissipate in the wind. Behind him lies the wreckage of six high-level death knights, either penetrated through the heart or beheaded off the first level-the exquisite gunmanship of the Black Knights made these leaping souls sink forever to the bottom of the Erhai Lake, but the victor himself But still tense as the enemy.
Right in front of him, Sofia's knight corpse ran across the ground, the earth that was supposed to be green was stained with frost blood mixed with dark red. On the opposite side, the death knights igniting the cold fire in their eyes were quickly gathering, and soon formed a black square matrix, as if dark clouds occupied all the sights of Fabero. Nightmare sprayed with cold mist, and turned the hooves impatiently to prepare for the charge. With just one command, the undead swarmed up, tearing the survivors in front of them.
It's really a big show ... but that's my appetite ~! Fabero's eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth were bent unnaturally, twisting into a slightly sneer. Although the mount had already had its head cut off in the melee, the blood rose knight on foot still held up his spear and posed the most traditional spiked posture.
He has to fight against the death knight's cluster charge with one person.
This provocative move slammed the flames in the eyes of the undead, and the black charge burst into a commotion, as if a volcano was about to erupt, but at this moment, a voice with frivolity and arrogance stopped them. .
"The whole army is on standby, this guy is my prey."
The black knight looked at with a hostile glance. The first thing that caught his eye was a sword. The dazzling blade of the sword looked particularly eye-catching on the red battlefield, and the soft sword body moved with the wind like water.
Yunyao! ? Fabero's breathing stopped momentarily, and then his gaze overlapped with the sword master's gaze-those eyes, burning with hot flames.
"Are you ...‘ Abandoner 'Arthas?
He looked at the other side in surprise.
"That was a long, long time ago. I didn't expect anyone to memorize history so well," the current head of the Ice Crown Knights shrugged, "but it seems I don't have to introduce myself. You are Long Guan Holder of Ghost Slash? "
"Black Knight Fabero Delitan." Fabero has returned to his usual look, but with irresistible anger in his eyes, "For the soldiers, they can encounter the legendary power on the Shura field. The enemy is a blessing for three lives. However, a person as outstanding as you will actually be a running dog of the goddess in order to gain strength, it is really not qualified to use that handle 'Yunyao' ~! "
"Oh my God, I hate Ischutli so much that I haven't even met him before," Arthas laughed indiscriminately. "You must have gathered a lot of Paladin resentment on your body."
"This is not hate, but a desire for freedom!" The black knight lowered his attitude and pointed his gun at the eyebrows of the death knight. "Because if you don't do that, mortals can never go forward with their own feet. Death The Cavaliers will never understand it, so don't talk nonsense, take it ~! "
Before the words fell, Fapeleau shot Alsace with the spear in his hand.
Every moment when the Yunyao Masters confrontation is fatal, the flames surrounding the weapon will only be an obstacle to offense and defense, not a boost, so the Black Knight did not wake up the power lodged on the King King gun in the usual way, and It is a more clever way.
The gun front and the front section of the Long Guan Ghost Sword suddenly turned red. The sweeping frost not only melted in the blink of an eye, but even the green grass on the ground quickly withered. The white-hot weapon brought a wave of heat, like an invisible sickle, and chopped to the opposite Arthas along with the metal entity itself.
Even the swift figure could not escape the layers of tide attack, because there is no gap between the transparent flame blades. Alsace's cloak was torn apart by an invisible heat wave in an instant, and a smoldering smoke was emitted from the surface of the armor-the thick blood stains on it had evaporated, and the closer the death knight came to the holder, The more heat must be faced.
However, even if the cold hair was gradually being burnt to Alsace, he did not care, and the soldiers seeking the strongest force could not respond to this intimidating attack. Between the light and the flint, the death knight has avoided all the attacks of the spear at an unattainable pace, and riding Fabero's fierce stab to go empty, he flashed to the side of the opponent's attack, and the sword in his hand was satin Shook like a band.
But before this piece of silver light had enough time to taste the blood, the lance of Long Guan Ghost Sweeping swept back. Judging that the opponent's speed was extraordinary, the black knight's previous blow did not use all his strength, and still left room for recovery. With the rapid rotation of the weapon, the crimson tip no longer draws straight lines that run through everything, but turns into countless circles. The staggered arcs blocked the light from the survivor's hands, and the crisp sound of metal impacts continued, and when only wind sounds remained on the battlefield, the two had jumped back at the same time, standing five meters apart. Places look at each other.
"Variable gun art is quite entertaining." The death knight smiled, and a few drops of blood slid down the ground along the edge of Jing Wang's sword, which was particularly striking in the withered grass color.
The Black Knight did not answer this provocation, but watched the opponent's every move vigilantly, while seizing the opportunity to inspect the wound, one of which was on the arm and the other on the cheek, all were only minor flesh wounds, which would not affect the next battle at all. . However, even knowing that there was no loss, Fapello still frowned-just in a fleeting round, he found a gap in this offensive and defensive gunwork and skillfully countered it. If you continue to use the same method next time, I am afraid it will not be the simple result of abrasions.
It really deserves to be the legendary swordsman of the Canados continent. Yun Yao's introduction skills are already so familiar. In his eyes, even a rapid attack may only be a slow one in the game, right? A heavy sigh sounded in Fabero's heart, but then, his eyes flickered with stubborn demeanor-not the same enthusiasm, but the warrior's thirst for victory.
I want to defeat the holder of Yunyao ~!
"Beautiful defense, but just warming up just now." Arthas raised his mouth, and then leaped back to his opponent with a sharp sword. "Now I'll take it seriously ~!"
"You have too much talk." The black knight sneered, picking up a line of red against Jianguang falling from the sky. The moment the weapon collided, it spewed out countless dazzling Mars, and the two who passed by again fell into a struggle again.
But this time it was a little different. Fapeiro didn't dare to stay in place, but let himself run with the dancing lance. Compared with frontal confrontation, the frequency of attack by both sides will be greatly reduced in high-speed sports battles. As long as the running steps are proper, users of long weapons will be able to firmly maintain the distance from their opponents, allowing them to exert their full strength. . As a result, Fapello immediately gave up the duel and instead sought opportunities on the move.
In front of it was a destroyed bunker, and the stump of the broken wall licked by the flames stood silently in front of people, and the dead and the living beings of this past ran into the huge tombs of corpses and swords.
Fabero is still at a disadvantage, and even if he uses sports warfare, he still cannot turn things around. Alsace's actual combat experience is unimaginably rich, no matter how abruptly changes speed and direction, opponents like hounds can always seize the opportunity. The swords of the two sides did not cross each other frequently, but each strike of the death knight made Fabero dangerously close and his body was tight.
Continue to drag down the victory and defeat will have no suspense, but the sudden change in the fighting environment has created one and only opportunity for the Black Knight-the ruins are wide enough, the Jingwang gun can exert all its power, and the key lies in how to seal the opponent That soft sword.
There is a way ~! Fabero's eyes flashed.
He flicked a shot, and suddenly grabbed the stairs and ran to the second floor of the bunker. Under the impact of the meteorite, the entire building has been cut off by the waist, and the upper part of the bunker was completely lifted off like a bottle cap. This made the second floor where the Black Knight stood into an open platform.
"I am finally conscious, so do you plan to choose this place as your burial place?" Arthas also ran upstairs, watching his opponent with multiple scars all over his body. The flickering light was reflected under the light.
"I don't think I can survive, but before that, it will be you who died, Arthas who betrayed the mortal ~!" Fabello roared loudly, his arms and spears aligned in a straight line, stabbed incomparably A sharp blow.
The head of the Knights of the Frozen Crown made it past lightly, but the next moment, something incredible happened. The black knight who failed to attack did not end, but continued to let the whole person come over and hit the opponent's sword. Before being decapitated, his gun point suddenly sinked, poking into the hard floor, and then, supported by the fine king gun Long Guan ghost chop, humans leapt from the eyes of the stunned death knight and swept across the air for a short time. After falling from the six-meter-high platform to the ground.
Impossible ~! He wants to escape ~! ? Arthas froze for a full second on the spot, and when he came back, he quickly caught up and jumped off the platform with a light gesture.
But all of a sudden, the bright red pupil of the passing away shrank in an instant-it wasn't the back of the prey Cangjie who greeted him, but the countless battles and the sharp-pointed spear.
Fabero finally waited for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The head of the Knights of the Blood Rose, who is familiar with the building structure, knows very well that falling from this angle will jump into a narrow aisle, with hard walls on both sides, and the ruins of the bunker behind-this long space will let you play The full power of the King King gun completely nailed the short opponent to the brick wall.
Even if the death knight's skill of controlling gravity is used, it is too late to jump over the wall, because while the undead jumps, the waiting black knight has launched an attack. The swift sting brought a red light, and forced Arthas to the end of the dead end, and then Fapero finally tried his best to make an unreserved blow.
He took the first three steps and launched Long Guan Ghost Slash. The power of the whole body is poured into the gun body like a stream of water. At the end of the third step, the inertia of the sprint and the power of the push gun are completely integrated. When the arm is fully stretched, the flaming gun blade will penetrate the heart of the undead ~!
But at this moment enough to freeze the soul, the flames in Arthas' eyes violently flew up, and the dazzling light even covered the flames of Long Guan Ghost Slash.
When the gunpoint was about to reach his chest, the death knight jumped back again lightly. One meter behind him was the outer wall of the towering blockhouse, leaving no room for retreat at all. But then, Arthas kicked his feet on the hard wall, retracted his body to condense his power for a moment, and then shot it out like a piercing light.
And the tip of that light is Yunyao's silvery white edge.
The weapon finally tasted the blood of the loser.
The thin and long sword of King Jing revealed from Fabero's back, bringing out a line of red blood. Its blade is still dazzling, and it looks like the coldest and sharpest ice on the northern continent. By the side of Arthas's red-hot shoulderplates, the flames of the Dragon's Ghost Sword went out, and the reddish light was gradually dimming.
"You ..." There was an incredible expression on the black knight's face, and he could not accept the fact before him. It wasn't until the opponent withdrew the sword and thick blood spewed out of the body that the gunman finally realized that the result of the duel was irreversible.
"Excellent Yunyao, excellent swordsmanship ~! I should pay all my respects to you ..." Fabero's mouth was full of blood, but his eyes were unexpectedly calm, "but don't think ... don't I thought that this would make the Black Knight yield. Fabero Delitan would die, but the Black Knight wouldn't ~! "
He said, looking up.
I do not know when the death knights have covered all their sights-on the ruins of the blockhouse, on the second floor, on the towering walls and even behind them. They are like a group of black crows, quietly perched on a tree that has been burned and withered by the flames of war, watching with cold eyes, waiting for the prey to take a last breath.
"Through the ears of the death knight, Ishtoli, you listen to me ~! My voice is the anger of the innocent ~!" Fabello roared with a hoarse voice, and glared at the speechless undead with his last strength They, "The decay and stagnation, sorrow and hatred of this world are all because of you ~! Until the mortal retrieves everything from the hands of the gods, our battle will never end!"
If it was that person, it would definitely correct the distorted world. But I can't see that day. No, judging by the short life span of human beings, maybe even the whole life can't see that day?
A little regretful.
But anyway ...
"We will correct the world." The black knight murmured the last words before death, then closed his eyes and fell to the ground kneeling weakly. The spear that inherited countless history slipped from the loose hand and hit the ground. Heavy echo.
Arthas and the death knights behind him consciously avoided. In this way, the black knight's kneeling object was not the one who defeated his victor, but the blockhouse that was cut in half but still standing.
Even though his entire body was hollowed out, he still stood stubbornly as if he never knew how to give in. Perhaps a few hundred years later, a taller, bigger, and stronger fortress will really be re-established here? Because the foundation underneath is so difficult to shake, like the hardest rock.
"This is the enemy we will face in the future." The head of the Frozen Crown Knight glanced at his subordinates meaningfully. At last, his eyes met with the silent Richard, and the other just shook his head.
"Sir, do you want to be buried?" Asked the lieutenant who had returned to God after a while.
"If he really sleeps with our sleeping companion under the same tombstone, I'm afraid this guy will run out of the sea as a grudge?" Arthas resumed his usual cynical, "Prepare a coffin, hands Overlap, put the gun in front of his chest. Naturally, someone will come to bury him in the most suitable place. "
The enemy's weapon has always been the most valuable trophy, not to mention the legendary King Shotgun, but at this moment no one is going to watch the Dragon Sword. Despite the opposite of belief and stance, the death knight decided to show respect for him in this way for the black knight, who had fought to the last moment and had strong power and firm will.
"I underestimate them too much." The Lich shook his head as he walked. "The strength of the other side is far beyond our predictions. Imagine that Faperous, still hiding in the Sophia Empire, is so, then he can win his respect and obedience. What will it look like? "
"Who knows, if you come across it, you can tell it with a sword." Arthas shrugged his shoulders. "Not to mention that they are not without weaknesses. If they always call the army of others to fight, then we will encounter our Large-scale offenses are certainly helpless, like this time. "
"Yes." Richard nodded. "We must make the most of this, but we must also be prepared to deal with the enemy's core forces."
"What kind of army would it be? It's really exciting." The death knight suddenly laughed, a glimmer of cold light passed through his eyes. "For what reason do these people hate the gods so much?"
"Perhaps everyone's reasons are different, just like the death knight's attachment is different. The two are similar. But anyway ..." Richard looked back at the lying coffin with deep eyes. "If you only know how to shirk responsibility to the goddess but don't understand self-reflection, then one day it will become a stubborn and closed existence, so you can no longer progress, and you can no longer understand what is the true faith."
The Lich said a gesture to the air: "It's as if the Black Knight was too obsessed to fight us from the front, so that he didn't think about and analyze the real reason for the defeat. Otherwise, it is not impossible to restore the situation."
With Richard's calm analysis, hundreds of dragons in the sky were gradually decreasing one by one, they quickly faded from the realistic entities to thin silhouettes, and finally completely disappeared into the air and could no longer be found.
There are only five real undead dragons falling from the sky, all of them are just masterpieces of phantom magic of the Lich. With the large-scale blizzard magic and the meteorite magic mixed in it, the bold tactics of the Supreme Commander of the Undead Army were perfectly realized, and finally the Blood Rose Knights with 40,000 soldiers completely collapsed in their own fear.
"Retreat, it's time to get ready to enter the capital of the moon." Richard ordered briefly that the five undead dragons chanted the dragon grammar and merged into the queue of death knights in human form.
Then, the black and cold tide quickly disappeared under the lush and dark branches of the dark forest.