Under the astonished gaze of the Church Alliance, the gates of Holy Guard City slowly rose, and a knightly order that only appears in epic myths slowly walked out of the city.
The armor was jet black, the warhorse was jet black, and even the dragon spear and zither shield in the knight's hand were entirely black.
The city gates were wide open, and the enemy force numbered only three hundred men, while the allied forces still had several thousand. Logically speaking, this was the perfect opportunity for the attacking side to launch an offensive.
However, not a single allied soldier dared to move an inch on the battlefield. Everyone looked at the unusual army of knights at the city gate, their faces pale and at a loss.
Cumberland, riding at the very front, looked at the army before him with disdain. He tilted his head and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground.
He lowered the visor of his helmet, and the honeycomb on the dragon bone parasite began to shake violently. All the knights leveled their dragon lances and assumed a charging stance.
The hooves of the exotic warhorse suddenly began to move, going from stillness to lightning speed in just a few seconds.
Just as the Allied forces were still hesitating about whether to change formation and defend in place, the Knights had already rushed up to them in the blink of an eye.
With astonishing speed and immense kinetic energy, the exotic warhorses, like cannonballs, along with their riders, smashed away any enemies that dared to stand in their way.
The commander-in-chief of the church's direct legion, watching the approaching knights, only managed to utter half a sentence: "Stop them..."
He could only watch helplessly as the tower shield guards in front of him were sent flying into the air by the warhorses, like balloons with holes bursting.
The next second, the commander-in-chief felt a chill on his chest as a huge impact yanked him off his horse and lifted him high into the air.
Using the exoskeleton power of the dragon bone, Cumberland lifted the commander-in-chief's corpse atop the dragon spearhead above his head, and rode across the battlefield like a triumphant banner.
Feeling the warm blood slowly trickle down his neck from the top of his helmet, Cumberland sighed contentedly and whispered, "This kind of war suits me much better than the suffocating task of defending a city!"
With the general dead, the church's direct forces completely collapsed. Some began to throw down their weapons and run away, some knelt on the ground begging for mercy, and some religious fanatics planned to put up a last-ditch resistance.
Cumberland swung his dragon spear, hurling the Allied commander's corpse into the distance like a sack.
The honeycomb on the dragon's back trembled again, and the knightly band deployed into formation, with three knights forming a squad to begin annihilating the remaining enemies on the battlefield.
Sharp, keel-like parasitic limbs protruded from the gaps in the armor, and combined with the speed of the alien warhorse and the knight's powerful defense, they instantly became a veritable "harvesting machine" on the battlefield.
One group after another of the resisting enemy troops, under the attack of the parasitic limbs, often could not withstand more than a few rounds before their chests were pierced or they were torn to pieces.
At this moment, an astonishing scene unfolded on the battlefield: thousands of soldiers, pursued by three hundred knights, were utterly routed, losing their armor and weapons and utterly powerless to fight back.
The pursuit lasted from morning until sunset, during which the church-led coalition lost nearly two-thirds of its troops. The Knights of the Stigmata, the Baptist Knights, and the congregation of the cathedral—these church-affiliated forces—were particularly hard hit; few escaped, most were either killed or captured.
Cumberland implemented a series of measures against the prisoners of war that were both chilling and highly controversial.
He first relied on identification and judgment to find officers of regimental commander rank or above in the church's direct forces among the dead and prisoners, and then nailed these men to the border with spiked stakes.
Then, he threw all the soldiers of the church's direct forces, dead or alive, into the pit and buried them directly in the ground.
Finally, he adopted a completely different approach towards the armies of those secular kingdoms.
The nobles could return to their respective kingdoms with their belongings after paying a small ransom.
As for the soldiers of the secular kingdoms, Cumberland not only did not make things difficult for these prisoners, but also gave each of them a few copper stars for travel expenses and let them leave on their own.
This differential treatment sparked huge controversy throughout the parish, with the church denouncing Cumberland as "the butcher of Twilight City," while the secular kingdoms remained silent.
After this battle, the plain in front of the Holy Guard City gates was renamed the "Bloody Plain" for a considerable period of time.
Merchants and travelers preferred to take a longer route rather than set foot in this area teeming with vultures, wild dogs, and carrion.
But the tavern owners and bards never talked about these bloody past events; they talked mostly about the three hundred invincible alien knights.
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Dusk in Xicheng, in the alien warship laboratory, late at night.
Wayne frowned and fell into deep thought as he looked at the blueprints that had just been printed in the alien electron microscope.
A soft turning sound came from the doorway, but Wayne was oblivious, still comparing the sample images.
“Once the Tyrant Virus forms a viral nest, it becomes very difficult to isolate pure individuals using reagents.” Wayne sighed, looking at the dragon bone parasites modified by the Tyrant on the table. “Alas, how exactly did His Majesty obtain the virus samples?”
Wayne Dunlop.
A cool, clear female voice rang out in the room.
Wayne turned his head and saw a woman completely shrouded in a black robe standing in the darkness of the corridor, silently watching him.
Wayne put down the blueprints in his hand and said to the woman in a deep voice, "I have done what you asked me to do. So, what about what I want?"
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