Chapter 384: Battle of Segantum (5)

"Father Jiang Carlo, your Bible is needed now to cheer up the hearts of Christ's soldiers, so that they can have the courage to face the evil creatures born of fallen angels." Luga rode to the rear of the army and met Father Jiang Carlo who was responsible for boosting morale.

His face was solemn, more serious than ever before. Father Jiang Carlo was also a smart man. He could tell from Luca's expression that this time, the problem was really serious.

Father Jiang Carlo was also present. He stood on the high ground behind him with the other soldiers of the Ninth Legion. He could see everything clearly. Of course, living Nephilim were more terrifying than dead Nephilim, although he had been frightened by the dead Nephilim.

"The soldiers in the first array are already shaky. I now need to gather the courage of all the soldiers who want to escape to face the enemy again. And you, Father." Lu Jia looked down at Jiang Carlo and said slowly: "Use your tricks and tell them that God is watching them and watching how they face these aliens."

After saying this, Luca rode away to stop the defeated auxiliary soldiers, leaving Jiang Carlo and the monks behind.

Jiang Carlo looked back at all the soldiers behind him. The weather was not hot but a little cold. Their faces were pale, and some even took off their helmets and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads. Facing such a powerful enemy, they were terrified.

The Nephilim, holding their battle axes in both hands, roared and pushed away all the Anglo-Saxon soldiers who stood in their way. They were too eager to fight and kill, and the hallucinogenic drugs used by the shamans made them crazy.

"The Son of God and the Virgin Mary are watching you in heaven. They are waiting for you to prove your loyalty to them with your actions." Father Jiang Carlo plucked up his courage and sprinkled holy water with the laurel branch in his hand to the front row of soldiers present.

The soldiers listened to the priest's teachings and silently prayed to the Virgin Mary in their hearts. Then they put their helmets on their heads, took a long breath, drew out their iron swords, and raised their spears to prepare for battle.

The Nephilim wielded their axes and cut through the thorns. The Roman soldiers fell in droves, and the Roman army formation that had just been struggling to hold on was instantly hit with several gaps. The first formation of Rome was on the verge of collapse, and it was necessary to fill the gaps and strengthen defense, otherwise the confrontation would soon become a one-sided massacre.

Luca slowly came to the front of the cavalry and said to the soldiers: "Today, we have encountered unprecedented enemies. They are so strong that we cannot defeat them even if we have the upper hand. But we must fight with them. I don't believe we have no chance of winning against them."

The soldiers smiled at each other. It seemed that they also didn't believe that they had no chance of winning against these dozens of people.

"Here, the first Nephilim in the army died in my hands. I pierced his neck with a javelin, causing his sinful blood to flow out." Luca raised the lance in his hand and continued to say to the cavalrymen: "This proves that mortal weapons can kill these cursed guys. If I can, you can too!"

The cavalrymen weighed the lances in their hands and nodded repeatedly at Luga to show their agreement. They looked forward again and seemed eager to try.

"Then! Follow me!" Luca waved his lance and turned to face his enemy. "It will buy time for our infantry to regroup." Luca said secretly, tied the reins of the horse to his chest, and put the lance on his waist, ready to charge. The other cavalrymen even threw their shields on the ground. They held the lances in both hands, put them on their chests, and pointed the spears at the Anglo-Saxon coalition army that was getting closer and closer.

"preparation!"

The cavalrymen raised their guns at the same time, and their horses were panting, waiting for the charge.

All the soldiers in the first array finally couldn't hold on any longer. More than half of them were killed or wounded. Even more devastating than the casualties was the collapse of morale. They were exhausted and could not bear to fight anymore.

They finally collapsed, and under the dual attack of the Nephilim and the Anglo-Saxon coalition, the confrontation quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.

I don't know what kind of arrangement made it so that most of the soldiers in the first row of Rome were aged or old soldiers. They were the kind of people that Luca deliberately wanted to consume. Perhaps he had his own ideas for such deployment.

They always collapsed at an extraordinary speed, and they could not escape from the young and energetic Anglo-Saxons and the Nephilim who charged like bulls.

"This should be all they have!" Luca said, "This is all the Nephilim they can bring. Let's fight once and kill them all, for the future, so that we can retake Britain! Forward!"

“Wuwuwu——”

The attack horn sounded in the Roman army, and the fleeing first row of soldiers passed through the advancing cavalry without any hindrance, because Luca forgave them and he knew how difficult this battle would be.

The cavalry continued to advance, but they increased their speed. Without saddles and stirrups, it was difficult for them to maintain absolute stability on horseback. This meant that when the two armies collided for the first time, the front rows of cavalry would certainly not be able to survive.

"Forward! Forward!"

Knowing that a head-on charge would come at a high price, facing the Nephilim who were irresistible to the infantry, Luca had no choice but to use such a valuable cavalry and a head-on tactic to fight them.

After a fierce battle, even though the Nephilim were bloodthirsty due to the effect of some drugs, they could not resist the pain of physical exhaustion. They rushed to the front of the army, facing wave after wave of arrows. Many Nephilim were hit by several arrows but did not fall, probably because the tiny arrows could not seriously damage their huge bodies.

The war horses galloped and soon rushed in front of the Anglo-Saxon coalition. The cavalrymen drew out their javelins and threw them at the Nephilim in front of them.

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The penetrating power of the dense javelins was also amazing. Even if the Nephilim were truly the offspring of fallen angels, they could not withstand being pierced by such dense javelins. Soon, several Nephilim fell down.

The crazy Nephilim didn’t seem to want to admit defeat. Perhaps it was the effect of the drug that made them want to fight hard despite their tired bodies! “Bang!”

A Nephilim holding a war hammer roared and swung it violently, knocking down the warhorse in front of him, and the cavalryman on the horse. But soon, he was pierced by the lances of the cavalrymen who followed and fell straight down.

Luga rode his horse quickly, holding the lance in both hands. The reins tied him up so that he could maintain relative stability. He held the lance in both hands, with the tip of the lance pointing directly at the Nephilim in front of him. The Nephilim noticed the cavalry rushing towards him, he growled and kept shaking his head as if to wake himself up. It seems that this love potion also has side effects.

He held the axe in both hands, ready, and Luga knew he had no choice but to continue forward with his horse.

The Nephilim seemed ready, with his axe raised, ready to chop down the horse.

The Nephilim raised his axe and swung it as the tip of the spear passed by. It turned out that he wanted to chop off the tip of the spear, but that was easier said than done. He missed, and the tip of the spear continued to move forward at the speed of the warhorse, piercing straight through his neck, and then pierced forward. The lance broke his neck and sent his head flying several meters away.

(End of this chapter)