Chapter 373 The Long Night (XIV)

It’s just a mess.

The current Marshal Rick came to this conclusion easily. He did not quite understand the point of the Bretonnians bringing these auxiliary troops to the battlefield. Letting them stay in the rear could actually avoid a lot of trouble.

He listened to the peasants' flattery of their leader and watched numbly as the fools collected everything thrown away by the knights along the way, whether it was a broken lance or torn clothes, or all kinds of things from the bodies of the dead knights.

From time to time, riots spread among the crowd. Hundreds of people fought for the broken spears thrown away by the Holy Grail Knights. Even the imperial soldiers who tried their best to maintain order could not stop them.

He was tired of this job, but he had to have an officer trusted by the Emperor to monitor the Bretonnian army, and he could not leave until the Bretonnians left the Empire's borders.

He had to stay here, even though what he wanted most was to greet his colleagues on the other side of the river instead of being in the same place with the fools who loved to cause trouble - he didn't even have the power to suppress this chaos violently, and he could only let it spread before getting the permission of the King of Bretonnia.

Ximi used his left arm to block the brass beastman's battle axe, and endured the pain as he swung his sword to cut off the beast's head.

A dazzling light appeared on the other side of the river, and fewer and fewer beastmen were crossing the river. In the end, no more beastmen's boats came to Baker Port.

Relying on the advantage in numbers, the defenders killed all the warhorns and minotaurs after suffering heavy casualties. It was not until then that Shalya's priests arrived to provide post-war treatment.

Fortunately, not all of them died in the chaos, otherwise Ximili’s left arm, which had not received timely treatment, would probably have been completely disabled.

On Pegasus, Henry the Great wanted to stop the chaos on the ground, but his raised hand was taken as a revelation by the obsessed pilgrims, which only exacerbated the chaos on the ground.

He was sure that if any Holy Grail Knight dared to speak at this time, it would be regarded as a divine revelation by the villagers - it had always been like this in the past, even if the Holy Grail Knights did not want these people who proclaimed themselves apostles to continue their fanatical behavior.

There were rumors that some of the Holy Grail Knights who died in battle did not die with dignity. Henry was sure that this was not a rumor, as some of his colleagues had their bodies crushed by the fanatical crowds that flocked to them before they died.

Henry had no reason to punish a devout group of people, so he left this unseemly behavior to some of his grumpy colleagues.

He could only issue an order in time to stop the pilgrims' riot when the chaos had escalated to an irreversible level.

Perhaps this is the purpose of the people - to attract the attention of the idolaters.

The poorly equipped infantry regiments did not fall into chaos like the ordinary Bretonnian peasants. They followed the commander's orders and firmly protected the two wings.

Of course, as far as Henry knew, the lords who were obliged to arm them had allocated them enough money to fully equip themselves. A generous lord would not want his infantry to not even wear uniform clothing, which would bring shame to them.

Henry also knew that these people donated part of the money that was supposed to be used to purchase equipment and uniforms to the Temple of Sharya. He had no intention of exposing the people's behavior, and his character supported him in watching the spontaneous actions of the people.

The stingy lords would even swallow the generous bounties that should have been given to the infantry, which were supposed to be used to support their food, clothing, shelter and transportation. But obviously, the knights who failed to gain the favor of the Holy Grail did not possess all-round virtues.

The mounted attendants proudly patrolled the path where the knights had charged. Apparently, the mighty charge of the knights had wiped out the beastmen thoroughly, and all they could get was envy and jealousy from the same class.

King Gaston's order was brought by a Pegasus knight.

The chivalrous knights defeated the beastmen's reinforcements, but they were also caught in the tide of the undead, and these reckless young men needed support.

The Holy Grail Knights regrouped as huge rocks whizzed past and crashed into the battlefield below them. However, no knight was interested in paying attention to the battle that had already been decided.

They need stronger enemies to prove their bravery, and they only hope that the goals designated by the goddess will enable them to do their best.

Nagash swung his hand violently at the darkness, crushing the heart in his palm, and uttered a blasphemous name:

"Return! Valachi Harken!"

The dead Blood Dragon Knights appeared one after another in the darkness, and powerful warriors occupied the space in front of Taranhof Castle.

All the ancient warriors it knew and could remember returned to the world one by one. As the conqueror of death, it could summon more lingering undead if it wished.

The patron saint of the dead cannot stop it, for it is the master of death.

Nagash walked down from the magic circle. His military force had already gained an overall advantage. Now he just needed to take advantage of everyone's unpreparedness, rush to Mirkavala, and seize the corpse of the god.

Of course, it now has to send some vampires to stop the reptile.

Luther Harken?

A deranged vampire riding a horror beast whizzed past Lynch and crashed straight into the engine beam that Lynch unexpectedly shot into the sky.

Naturally, it was obliterated in the light.

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Its death was so quick that Lynch didn't have time to see its entirety.

But Lynch could find a sense of familiarity in it.

Something seemed to be wrong. This "Emperor of Lustria" had already been torn into pieces by the cold-blooded people.

Nagash, who was leading the knights marching northward, suddenly stopped. The flames in his eyes flickered for a while, which was rare. In the end, he just continued to march north calmly without doing anything else.

Groups of vampire pirates were using gunpowder to wash the lizardmen's scales. Lynch was sure that the one who flashed by just now was Luther Harken.

Teams of Abyss Guards appeared behind the Dead Sailors, but these blood descendants had no masters to guard.

They were like swarms of mosquitoes, and skills could not make up for the power gap between them and the cold-blooded champion. Lynch easily broke through the undead formation and released light beams to purify one undead musketeer after another.

Their backward artillery could only smash Lynch's scales, and their arrows could only get stuck in the gaps between the scales. Before their gunpowder could continue to fall on Lynch, the lizard man's "wounds" had healed.

The exaggerated volley of gunfire was just a fireworks show. It was completely incapable of stopping the lizardmen who were determined to head north.

The continuous attacks from the vampires could not stop Lynch's body. By the time a group of human knights rushed over from the north, the lizardmen had already destroyed half of the undead army on the march.

Covered in blood, Big Yurik gazed at the light in the south. Humans' tendency to look toward the light helped the white wolves find the right direction. Encouraged by the battle priest, the soldiers who had fought for a long time burst out with strength again and rushed towards the light.

(End of this chapter)