Chapter 372 The Long Night (Thirteen)
The existence of "Blood Drinker" Skarbrand caused the killing to resonate, and his cruel and violent soul infected all the warriors present.
Even if only remnants are left of it, it is still something that no mortal can contend with.
The desire for bloodshed and war erupted in everyone's heart, and all beings close to the devil went crazy.
Louis wanted to stop the urge to swing the knife, but this urge came from instinct, from the deeper depths of his soul.
More and more humans picked up swords and started fighting with their companions. The vanguard, who should have been fearless and served as the first charge, forgot their mission in the internecine slaughter.
The demons soon joined in. The free folk who had persisted with Louis until now died, Sigmar's priest died, and the Rick's guards who were covering their attack also fell in vain under the demon axe.
Anger fills the mind of every living being, and hatred only accelerates people's fall into the abyss.
At some point, everything came to rest.
"Despicable! Sigma!"
The great demon's earth-shattering screams echoed in the wilderness, and the bloodthirsty desire retreated from the hearts of humans, leaving only powerless regret and self-blame.
The griffin pounced on the demon who was drinking blood in the crowd, and the human emperor smashed the demon's head with Ghal-Maraz.
The blazing white flames burned the hammer and the demon it touched. The demon's dying struggle gradually calmed down under the sudden burst of amazing power from Magnus, until it turned into a ball of ash in the flames.
The strange thing is that the bloodthirsty vampires did not disappear with the disappearance of the big demon, they still exist here.
The conscripted peasants wore a variety of attire, and the pitchforks and blacksmith hammers that they used to work in the past were held tightly in their hands. No one could remain calm in the eerie night of a foreign country. The roars in the darkness and the gunfire in the distance were enough to scare the courage of this night marching army.
But their lord is here.
When a Bretonnian knight gears up for battle, he is either feared or respected across the Old World.
Legendary knights draped in divine glory and extraordinary warriors on their horses inspired the most inconspicuous farmers with their fervent faith.
The chivalrous knights always liked to go ahead at the king's command, and these arrogant young nobles were always eager to show their reckless bravery.
The general public admired and praised their bravery, and their eagerness to seek praise eliminated many dangers before they even approached the farmers.
The Kingdom's Imperial allies appear to be encountering some minor problems, as Baker Harbor, across the river, is being besieged by Beastmen and the Undead.
The kingdom's knights will take care of these minor troubles for the imperials, and they happen to be on their way.
The noble Pegasus soars in the sky, and more than two hundred Holy Grail Knights, each with their own heroic names passed down through the world, are here, right above people's heads. Under their shining light, even the humblest peasant has the motivation and will to fight the enemy to the death.
Their trembling hands were able to draw bowstrings and assemble catapults.
The knight lord's direct infantry legion firmly protected the flank, but their actions seemed completely unnecessary. To defeat the enemy, the knights only needed a fearless charge.
The peasants shot several rounds of arrows in twos and threes into the darkness in the distance. The archers had no accuracy at all and were naturally laughed at by the imperial people. However, the peasants, with red faces, did not care about the ridicule of their comrades. There was not even a knight to criticize them.
Because their mission was to harass the enemy, even if no enemy was hit by the arrows, it was no big deal for them.
The lord did not ask them to kill all the enemies. On the contrary, the knights would be unhappy if all the enemies really fell under the arrows.
The knights should wait until they are at a disadvantage on the battlefield before they sacrifice their lives to fight the enemy, but even the most pessimistic peasant would not think that the army led by King Gaston would be at a disadvantage.
The well-known legendary figures are in the army. They have killed dragons, defeated the warriors of evil gods, and swept through the greenskin army single-handedly!
These impressive stories put victory before the soldiers' eyes - they were invincible because the living saints were in the army.
If the huge crowds had not blocked everyone's view, it would only take a few minutes for the enthusiastic peasants to surround the heroes of the epic just to catch a glimpse of them.
If they could touch the armor and sword of a living saint, the fools would even be willing to fight for it. This is a rare opportunity to come into contact with the nobles, and the Holy Grail Knights will not even wave them away.
A cheer broke out from the infantry regiment, and the confused peasant archers also cheered. It was not until the Holy Grail Girl illuminated the darkness with light that people knew why the infantry regiment was cheering - the Knights of the Kingdom were charging.
Gradually, the overwhelming cheers could no longer suppress the boiling sound of horse hooves. The elven war horses shuttled freely through the woods, carrying one fully armored warrior after another to pierce through the vast crowd of beastmen.
Suddenly it started raining, and people didn't realize it was milk until the rain touched their cheeks.
Crows were crying, and the trees in the forest withered and turned into rotten wood in the blink of an eye, and hideous human-like faces appeared.
Fear, along with the crows' cries, ruled over mankind, and just as the evil whispers suddenly appeared, the Pegasus in the sky all pounced towards a forest area in the east.
The vision came to an abrupt end with the roar of the Holy Grail Knight. Just as people believed, the evil spirits would flee in panic in front of the heroes.
The overwhelming flock of crows flew away in all directions before they even had a chance to land.
The fanatical crowd was greatly inspired, and under the stunned gaze of the Imperial Allied Forces, this group of fools even launched a charge on their own initiative, advancing rapidly forward with the army of knights.
They cheered more loudly and fired a few volleys of arrows as they advanced.
The beastmen had already wailed and turned into mud under the horses' hooves, and their broken bodies and arms pierced by lances covered the entire forest floor.
Only the gods knew who the arrow would hit, but the stray arrow was deflected by an invisible force before it got close to the knight.
Most of the time, all they need to do is cheer.
Otherwise, who would bear witness to the knight's bravery?
The mighty torrent of steel pierced through all the evil within the reach of light. The arrows that fell sporadically on the front line were the final result of the heroic performance of the fools. Just as every "Bretonnian veteran" expected, the Knight Master solved everything on his own.
People sang the heroic names of the legendary knights, shouting their names over and over again, as if they were praising the gods.
There were even fanatics who knelt directly in a pool of blood and worshipped the knights soaring in the distant sky.
(End of this chapter)
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