In the Kingdom of West Wind, the wind stops in the wilderness, war horses neigh, and flags flutter.
On the land, nearly 50,000 rebels, carrying rolling flags and spears, moved forward in the cold wind like a giant snake.
There were layers of clouds piled up in the sky, and no sunlight could be seen. The thick black clouds seemed like they would collapse at any time, making it hard to breathe.
Snap——
A strong light flashed, temporarily blinding people, and then there was a deafening roar of thunder.
At some point, a group of knights appeared on the horizon. There seemed to be flashes of lightning on their bodies. They had no flags, no slogans, no statements, and no concealment. In silence, they rushed down the hill, with crisp hooves and leaving behind a charred marching track, and occasional flashes of lightning.
These lightning-fast knights wore fitted armor, the main body of which was bright silver, with the edges of the armor being pale blue steel. On their shields and right arms were emblems of lightning and crossed swords.
The galloping cavalry separated their formations on the ground, and finally formed a straight line. In this horizontal straight line, 700 people moved as one, with sharp spears in unison, standing upright forward. Although it seemed thin, it was like a tsunami, unstoppable.
The rebels under the blue flag with a gold star had no time to line up to block the attack. The team stretching across the land was like being scraped off by a scraper, with blood flying everywhere and no one left alive.
Pullman and the others opened their eyes wide when they saw this shocking scene. They had indeed considered the possibility of the Lightning Knights joining the war, but no one knew it would be so terrifying. This group of knights with lightning emblems seemed to have never encountered any resistance. They changed direction and formations in the wilderness, shuttled back and forth, and slaughtered nearly 6,000 people in a short period of time. And this seemed to be just a warm-up exercise.
Following the great covenant of wind and thunder, these warriors guarding the chaos vortex appeared on the battlefield where they should not have appeared, and the swords and spears in their hands were pointed at their own people.
They are true soldiers who will not question any orders and will not waver even if it means killing their own kind. Their cold will is colder than steel.
Urgent horns sounded in the wilderness, and officers roared and urged the soldiers to form a formation to resist the attack that was as sharp as a knife into the flesh. One by one, square-like formations gradually took shape on the ground.
The soldiers were arranged closely, shoulder to shoulder, constantly gathering together to form thick square hedgehogs.
Mixed with the smell of nervous sweat, each soldier could even hear the heartbeat of his companions. The smaller soldiers could not see the scene outside clearly and could only nervously grip their rifles and follow the officers' instructions, pointing them in a certain direction.
But the officer's anxious voice kept changing, as if the enemy's position was erratic, now east, now west, as if teasing them. But the short soldier knew it was no joke. The constant crackling of thunder, the neighing of war horses, the clashing of steel, everything was so dense, like frying beans, it never stopped.
Finally, the officer stopped asking them to change direction, and their hearts sank.
Is it finally our turn?
The faint blue electric light filled my vision, turning into an incandescent white light, and then I felt my body lighten, as if I was flying.
Below is a scene of steel and blood. The figure holding the gun looks so much like me...
"Ahhh!" Pullman rode his warhorse and rushed down the hillside angrily, followed by a group of guards in black cloaks.
However, the lightning knights in the wilderness did not care and continued to harvest lives in an orderly manner. The silver line swept across the dense formations of the rebels like a windshield wiper.
When Pullman led his army down, more than 20,000 soldiers had been slaughtered. The bright red blood slid down the bright silver armor plates, but the armor was still shiny and undamaged. Just as the legend said, they were a powerful and noble heroic knights, untainted by stigma.
Finally, Pullman approached the group of knights surrounded by lightning. They turned their horses and after killing a phalanx, they formed a neat line again and came towards him.
The masks of this group of lightning knights had been pulled down long ago, and only their eyes flashing with lightning could be seen through the gaps. The war horses neighed, and another charge began.
Boom boom boom——
A distance of more than 500 meters was crossed in just an instant. Pullman only saw the lightning spreading with the horse's hooves. When the cavalry from both sides approached, his body was already numb. He used all his strength to activate the extraordinary core in his body, and he could barely feel his body.
Snap——
A sharp sword light flashed, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the left arm. One arm flew high into the air, then rolled onto the grass. The strong arm seemed to want to grab something, but the hand was already empty.
The warhorse under his crotch staggered forward a few steps, then fell to the ground and could not stand up again.
Pullman struggled to get up from the ground, holding his sword. Now he was alone.
Enduring the severe pain in his left arm, he reached into his arms with his right hand and took out the last two pieces of [Blood Activating Potion], threw one into his mouth and pressed the other on the wound on his left arm.
The candy in his mouth mixed with blood was chewed, and a faint sweetness of maple syrup came from the rust taste, as warm as the first time he tasted it.
The blood that had splashed on his face at some point flowed down from between his eyebrows. Some of it entered his eyes, causing a stinging pain that made him want to close his eyes unconsciously, but he didn't dare to close them. His wide-open eyes stared straight at the group of silver knights opposite him, and his vision was blood red.
Leaning slightly on the standing sword, his trembling right hand reached into his arms again and took out a small orange fruit. This fruit was originally as crystal clear as crystal, but now it was stained with dust and blood on his hands.
"I'm sorry, teacher."
He looked at the small fruit in his hand, and suddenly recalled that summer afternoon of farewell, when soft singing surrounded the forest.
It's a long night
When you are pursuing
[But I can't see hope]
.....
[I know this doesn't make sense]
[I know this is incredibly hypocritical]
I know you can't stand it.
[One more day]
[One more day forward]
[Even if covered in wounds]
[Even if the wings are broken]
[I can't stop you from flying]
[One day]
You will see
[The Miraculous Starlight]
"I'm sorry, everyone and teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the starlight in my short life." Pullman's tone seemed to be sighing and saying goodbye.
He threw the orange fruit into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. Then he picked up the greatsword beside him with his right hand, stepped forward, and rushed towards the group of cavalrymen who were like the god of thunder.
The sturdy back and the heavy sword seemed so small under the dim sky.
The breeze blew, and the broken flags and spears were stuck diagonally on the ground, telling the story of a dream that was difficult to achieve.
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