Chapter 454 Campbell's Legend
Just as Rolandal finished speaking, sad and low piano music rang out on the battlefield.
The sound of the piano seemed to have life, and like an invisible poisonous snake, it penetrated into the hearts of every soldier, bypassing the passionate war drums and noisy shouts, and tearing their spirits.
The momentum of the Campbell Citizen Cavalry, who were currently gaining the upper hand, suddenly faltered. The joy of victory on their faces was replaced by a sudden sense of fear, as if they had rushed from an open plain into a pitch-black fog...
Countless dead souls wailed in their ears, like evil spirits seeking their lives, trying to drag them into the bottomless purgatory!
Not only humans were affected, but also dwarf warriors.
Those battle-hardened sworn warriors were pounding their helmets with their fists in pain, trying to wake themselves from the curse of the Chaos evil spirits.
However, their knocking was in vain, the sound of the metal could not block the sound of the piano that reached deep into their souls.
"Get out of my mind!" A dwarf centurion had red eyes and a roaring sound from his mouth. He hit his helmet with an axe and almost knocked himself unconscious.
The dwarf priest raised his war hammer and tried to use magic to resist the evil spirit's curse, but was soon hit in the chest by a translucent turquoise wave. Blood oozed from his mouth and he lost his combat ability on the spot.
As for the Rat-men—
They were certainly affected.
However, they were already "crazy" and their attack momentum did not stop because of this. Instead, they became even crazier under the stimulation of the "BGM".
"Human thing! Die! Die!"
A clan warrior screamed in rage, waving the long-handled sickle in his hand, reaping the lives around him without distinguishing between friend and foe.
Although he was quickly chopped in half by a sworn warrior wielding a battle axe, he was no match for the thousands of other crazy guys like him behind him.
Inspired by the music of the piano, this group of crazy little mice still caused a considerable impact on the coalition forces of the dwarves and Campbell.
It was obvious that Rolandal had not used his full strength.
Perhaps it was to fully enjoy the pleasure of torturing his opponent, or perhaps it was simply because he had just mastered this powerful force and was not yet able to use it skillfully. Irene could clearly feel that although his strength had reached a whole new level, it was not yet so strong that it would make people despair.
what to do?
A trace of cold sweat slid down Irene's forehead. She tried hard to calm herself down while thinking quickly about how to break the deadlock.
If it were Mr. Colin...
What will he do?
"It's a mental attack! Stay calm!"
Theresa shouted sternly, trying to awaken the chaotic soldiers with her battle cry, but she was just an ordinary knight and could hardly protect herself.
Her voice was quickly drowned out by the pervasive mental attack, and her shaky spirit wandered between the fog and the wilderness.
In her vision, each ratman soldier turned into a three-meter-tall chaotic beast, and the same was true for her friendly soldiers beside her. The familiar faces were distorted by the green mist.
Seeing the soldiers and guards around her falling into danger one by one, Irene gritted her teeth, raised the Light of Legend high in her hand, and a dazzling golden light burned in her emerald green pupils.
We can’t wait any longer!
"The great ancestor, Angus Campbell, the commander who commanded thousands of troops, the 'Unyielding Wall' standing on the hills—"
"I am here to call upon your glory!"
Following her solemn declaration, a beam of pure golden light descended from the sky like a sacred meteor, precisely enveloping her and the knights of her personal guard.
The light quickly expanded, forming a huge and solid golden light shield, isolating the mind-distorting piano music!
Within the shield of light, the knights who had fallen into confusion gradually regained consciousness.
They were gasping for breath, their faces filled with the fear of surviving a disaster, and they were gripping their lances tightly, as if they had just woken up from a nightmare.
Deep in the dense forest, Rolandal's piano music paused slightly.
He seemed a little surprised, but after just a few seconds, a smile of appreciation appeared on the face hidden in the shadows.
"As expected of the Legendary Light... you're even able to block my 'Illusionary Heartbeat'. But how long can your ancestors protect you?"
Before he finished speaking, his index finger trembled twice quickly, and the piano music echoing on the battlefield suddenly became chaotic and turbulent!
The mournful whispers turned into shrill screams, as if countless wronged souls were crying and scratching outside the light shield, trying to drag those living souls into the endless purgatory!
The golden light shield began to tremble violently, ripples appeared on the surface, and the shining light flickered, as if it could collapse at any time.
Irene's face turned even paler.
The previous battle had already consumed a lot of her energy, and Rolandal, who had been conserving his strength, suddenly broke through his own bottleneck!
This is not a solution!
If I just passively defend myself, my strength will probably be exhausted in no time!
She must take the initiative!
The "Light of Legend" changed its form again in her hands. The brilliant golden light converged and turned into an unstoppable lance, with the tip of the lance pointing directly at the source of the piano sound in the forest.
She has made the decision to completely eradicate the source of this evil before a greater crisis brews in Rolandal!
"Your Highness!?! You can't go! It's too dangerous!"
Seeing the converging light, Theresa immediately understood Irene's intention. She was horrified and tried to stop her, but was interrupted by a scolding.
"I have to go! It's my duty!"
Irene responded loudly, her majestic eyes filled with irresistible majesty, just like her father Aaron Campbell.
There is no coward among the Grand Dukes of Campbell!
They always uphold the creed of chivalry, always stand ahead of their people, never arrive late, and never be the first to retreat!
This is also why the corruption of chaos occurs one after another in the upper reaches of the Rushing River, but never reaches the lower reaches of the Rushing River!
Now--
It’s time for her to fulfill this mission!
"Theresa! You stay here and command the army! This is an order!"
At this moment, she seemed to be possessed by the late king, so much so that Theresa stood there in a daze, unable to utter a word to keep him.
After saying that, Irene no longer hesitated. She squeezed her legs against the horse's belly, and the man and the horse turned into a golden lightning, rushing resolutely towards the forest shrouded in darkness and chaotic piano music.
Looking at the lone golden figure coming towards him, Rolandal in the dense forest showed an expression of surprise on his face again, but that surprise quickly turned into a smile of delight.
"This is...how touching!"
Like a poet talking to himself, his fingers plucking the strings trembled slightly with excitement, and his voice became passionate.
"To protect those useless and weak burdens, the noble knight chose to die alone. Let us applaud the bravery of the Campbell family! It is truly an epic story. It is a pity that they encountered the true 'Songteller'. The lance embodies glory, and the story is destined to be a tragic epic!"
That confident smile bloomed in the shadows.
However, he was not in a hurry to bring death to his opponent, but instead manipulated the sound of the piano to lead her into the depths of the jungle.
Fighting the legend of the Duchy of Campbell in the midst of chaos was not a wise decision. Too many demon kings had died at the hands of the "Light of Legend".
He could have fought Irene first and then gone to support his men.
Just as Rolandal was thinking this, a golden light suddenly streaked across the shadows of the forest, instantly caught up with his retreating figure, and almost flew past his cheek!
The fierce gust of wind left a shallow blood mark on his face, penetrated the trunk of an oak tree behind him, and finally nailed it to the distant mound with a "bang"!
It was an arrow woven entirely of divine power.
Feeling the heat on his cheeks, Rolandal's relaxed smile gradually froze, and his retreating steps also stopped.
"Bow and arrow?!"
He glanced at the plowed mound behind him, then looked at the figure in the distance who had drawn the light bow again, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
"I never thought the Legend of Light could transform into a bow and arrow... Interesting. You're even more tenacious than I thought."
Rolandal touched the tiny wound on his cheek, feeling the divine power contained in it, with a strong interest in his eyes.
It was this tenacity that completely ignited his desire to win!
Rolandal no longer held back, nor did he retreat. Instead, he held the lute horizontally across his chest, and his slender fingers plucked the lute frantically, and a series of discordant chords exploded instantly!
In the distorted piano music, the whole forest seemed like a pot of boiling water, twisting in the fog with his crazy spirit.
“Theatre of the Absurd—!”
That was the ability he realized when he broke through the Amethyst level. Although it was different from the powerful domain, it had the same mystery.
At least that's how it seemed to him.
A flash of confusion passed through Irene's pupils, and the world before her eyes suddenly became bizarre.
The ground beneath her turned into a flowing swamp, and the warhorse let out a mournful cry as its hooves sank deep into the swamp, unable to extricate itself.
Furthermore, the surrounding trees sprouted bizarre human faces, silently mocking her. Even more bizarre was the dark clouds in the sky, which began to rain down flaming clocks!
In this realm where laws have been rewritten, swords seem to have lost their meaning.
With the neighing of a warhorse, Irene lost her balance unexpectedly and fell heavily from the horse's back, landing in the mud.
She struggled to get up, but found herself trapped in a maze with no end in sight. There were distorted mirrors on all sides, and each mirror reflected her most horrifying scene, as well as her horrified face.
"It's over, little girl."
Rolandal's figure appeared behind her like a ghost, the dagger in his hand glowing with poison, silently stabbing her defenseless back.
However, just as the dagger was about to touch the armor, Irene, who was originally trapped in an illusion, suddenly turned around, and the light of legend in her hand turned into a sword, sweeping across with the sound of breaking through the air!
This attack was faster than Rolandal expected!
He leaped back in panic, and the swung sword narrowly grazed the tip of his nose.
Although he moved quickly, a few tufts of his bangs were still cut off and blown away by the noisy sword wind...
After all, he is not a swordsman, but a bard, and close combat is not his forte.
In comparison, he is better at standing in the rear to provide support to friendly forces, or launching mental attacks on weak-willed enemies!
At the same time, Irene's attack did not stop. She swung the sword in her hand continuously, and slashed out dozens of swords in an instant.
The forest floor covered with fallen leaves was dragged by her combat boots, leaving a trail of more than ten meters long. The violent sword wind raged in the forest, catching up with Rolandal's after-leaping shadow several times, although he was quickly dodged by the latter's ghostly and agile body movements.
What a fast speed!
Looking at the relentless attack, Rolandal was shocked and angry, and the fingering of his lute kept changing, but the sharp sword was not affected at all!
What's wrong with this guy?!
He made up his mind and used his index finger to break a black string.
A shrill wolf howl burst out from the body of the zither, transforming into a dark blue frost wolf, and a pair of huge wolf claws pounced on Irene's sword.
"clang--!"
The sound of metal clashing spread out!
Looking at the Frostwolf that emerged from the lute, a hint of surprise flashed across Irene's face.
Although she quickly retracted her sword and stabbed instead of chopped, piercing the frost wolf's throat, Rolandal still seized the moment of pause and distanced herself from it.
"...You are not afraid of my illusion."
Looking at Irene, whose eyes were clear and whose breathing was steady, Rolandal lowered his voice, and for the first time, the frivolity on his face was replaced by solemnity.
Irene didn't answer, but simply assumed an offensive stance again, holding the sword in both hands, the tip of the sword pointed at the tip of his nose, and she was unwaveringly preparing for the next round of attack.
The descendants of the Campbell family have been protected by divine grace since the first Duke, and are naturally able to resist the demonic whispers that confuse the mind.
Especially the whispers of the succubus.
This is not an ability bestowed upon her by the "Light of Legend," but rather the inherent blessing of the surname "Campbell," flowing in the veins of every direct descendant.
Rolandal confirmed his guess from her silence. His best illusion was useless on her. No wonder he had such a hard time fighting this guy before.
However, Rolandal was not discouraged. The desire burning in his eyes became even stronger than before, and was mixed with twisted delusions.
What a nice person.
This stubborn knight was even more delicious than he had imagined! Although he had captured some steadfast sacrifices before, most of them couldn't even survive two rounds of torture before going crazy and could only be made into specimens and hung on the altar to stink.
But this guy is different——
She might be able to hold on for a very long time, and this would undoubtedly be the finest sacrifice to Chaos!
Even more advanced than the saint named Kallen!
"Hehehe... Then let me test how much pain your soul can endure!"
Rolandal's laughter gradually became more and more crazy and merged into his crazy chanting.
Irene quickly raised the sword in her hand to be on guard, but was surprised to find that the ground beneath her feet began to tremble!
That's not an illusion—
But it's magic!
As Rolandal chanted in a high voice, dark cracks opened up around him, emitting the smell of sulfur and corruption.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, distorted chaotic beasts crawled out from the cracks, just as sung in the psalms of doomsday.
Some of them have insect limbs and beast heads, with smelly pus flowing from their mouths, while others are simply a wriggling mass of flesh, with tiny eyes replacing their pores.
Under the control of Rolandal's piano music, hundreds of chaotic beasts roared and launched a siege on Irene from all directions.
Irene swung her sword to fight back, but was immediately caught in a tough fight.
Every time she swung the sword, she could pierce or smash a strange beast, but more monsters kept coming.
Their sharp claws and fangs scratched her armor, and every impact made her blood boil.
She could feel that her physical strength was being consumed rapidly.
In particular, the Light of Legend had overdrawn too much of her vitality, so that her face became paler and paler, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"What a brave man! It's a pity... Death is the final destination of all heroes."
Rolandal's voice was like the whisper of a devil, hovering over the battlefield, trying to undermine Irene's will to resist.
What he needed was a living sacrifice.
Rather than a burnt offering.
"Admit it, your glory is meaningless, and your resistance will only bring more pain! Look around you; that is the future of this world! Our starry sky is destined to fall into eternal heat death, and the great true god Urgos is the forerunner who dominates all futures—as for you, no one will come to save you!"
Irene gritted her teeth and cut a twisted monster in two with one sword, but the claws of another monster left three deep scars on her arm, and blood instantly dyed her arm armor red.
A shrill laugh came from the air, as if mocking her mistake, or cheering for her death.
Looking at the chaotic beasts that were surging like a tide, Irene showed no sign of retreat, but her heart was filled with sadness.
Could it be...
Is this the end?
She remembered her brother's instructions, the hopes of the people of Thunder City, and the soldiers who followed her...
Until the end, a gentle face emerged in her mind, which was perhaps the person she missed most in her heart.
Colin...
Sorry, I might... break my promise.
An unprecedented strong feeling of longing and regret surged into her heart, but was quickly replaced by resolute strength.
Now is not the time for sentimental romance.
And at this moment, the power turned into a warm current, slowly flowing through her aching arms and wrists, and merging into the sword that she was holding tightly in both hands.
That was her last ripple.
It is also her last stubbornness!
For the sake of the suffering people on this land and for the loyal soldiers behind her, she vowed to slay this devil who sold his soul to Chaos at all costs!
to this end--
She will call upon her own miracle!
Grand Duke Aaron Campbell probably didn't expect that the sword he had prepared for the next demon king would accidentally stab the center of another crisis.
In terms of results, that is certainly better.
After all, the labyrinth has never conquered the surface, but chaos has plunged the surface into true purgatory time and time again.
If the Dusk Province falls, the Duchy of Campbell will certainly not be spared.
Rolandal frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, so he changed his mind about keeping him as a sacrifice and decided to settle this trouble first.
"Poem of Death—"
As soon as he pointed his index finger forward, the entire forest suddenly became dark, so that the curse of death he had pronounced instantly lost its target and disappeared into the darkness like a piece of smoke that had been pinched off.
He missed!
Not only did he fail, but the dozens of chaotic beasts surrounding Irene Campbell were also strangled by countless swords falling from the sky in an instant!
Seeing the sudden change, Rolandal was slightly stunned, then his face changed drastically, and he looked around for the reason why he failed.
magic? !
No--
It is the illusion that he is best at!
The black fog faded into a gray forest, and the faded leaves suddenly opened a pair of scarlet eyes, like bats hanging upside down on the trees.
For Campbell's knights, they must be familiar with the group attacks of the little demons, but Rolandal had never seen this thing before and was caught off guard for a moment.
"...While I don't mind a noisy toad teaching a powerful ape a lesson for me, it is, after all, your Majesty's toy."
Sitting on the branch of a pine tree, Sissi, wearing a red and white dress, was lazily admiring her nails. I don’t know which woman she learned this mature and charming movement from, but it can only be said that it does not suit her at all.
In the bushes not far behind her, Yossi and Missy were praising their king loudly, cheering for Sissi.
"Ohhhh, as expected of Lady Sissi! This humiliation is top-notch! I bet your opponent must be terrified!"
"That's it! Yusi is already leaking out!!"
"That's right! Huh?! You're the one leaking it!!"
Sissi yawned and glanced at Irene who was rescued.
She had just brought her tribesmen to this area, but she didn't expect to find the two men fighting fiercely as soon as they landed.
Although she also thought about teaching the gorilla a profound lesson, such as waiting until she was crippled before taking action, but thinking of His Majesty's order, she immediately took action.
and--
She couldn't take that guy's strength lightly.
The faded forest echoed with the noisy sounds of laughter and playfulness, like a group of little mice planning mischief in the shadows of the trees.
The sound was like spiritual pollution, making people want to chop them into minced meat and knead them into pies.
Rolandal narrowed his eyes and searched around for the source of the mental attack, and soon locked onto the opponent's approximate location.
He could clearly feel that the guy who was targeting him was not very strong, and was even no different from the guy holding the Light of Legend.
The peak of Platinum was the limit, still some distance away from Diamond. The only thing that surprised him was that the guy with only Platinum-level strength actually possessed such a terrifying amount of magic power, so much so that even he, who had already advanced to Amethyst level, could not compare to it.
Who is this guy?!
Just as he was surprised, the thick fog covering the forest began to slowly approach him, and with it the murderous intent brewing in the fog.
Looking at the motionless Rolandal, Sissi, who was sitting on the tree branch, curled up the corners of her mouth with a hint of red, and a long sword jumped into her hand.
it's over.
Nasty bugs -
She was about to finish off the guy who tried to dirty Her Majesty's toys, but a sense of warning suddenly crept over her head.
Xixi's expression changed, and she flapped her wings behind her into the air. She flew more than ten meters away like an arrow!
Almost at the same time when she broke away from the tree branch, a chaotic beast with four crawling hands jumped up from the ground like a flash of lightning and bit off the branch she was sitting on.
"Roar!" The Chaos Beast roared and tried to use the force to jump again.
Sissi flew into the air without stopping. She raised her right hand behind her, and a black lightning struck the head of the chaotic beast!
That was the "eternal nightmare" bestowed upon her by the Demon King!
The Chaos Beast that was hit on the head by the long sword didn't even have time to let out a wail before it fell to the ground in pain, turning into a ball of broken black smoke and merging into the cracked surface.
The longsword named Eternal Nightmare returned to Sissi's hands.
She looked at Rolandal who was imprisoned by the illusion again, but her pupils suddenly shrank.
The person is gone!
When she came to her senses, she found that the world around her had turned into a thick gray-green fog that swallowed her up.
This guy——
In just a moment, he locked her in the cage of illusion!
Listening to the melodious piano music beside her ears, Xixi raised her rosy lips into a strong smile and whispered something through gritted teeth.
"What an ungrateful bug..."
It’s pretty good!
However, expecting to defeat her with these mortal tricks would be underestimating the Queen of Nightmare Land!
She is invincible when she stands with her people!
Vast spiritual waves were gathering in her sea of consciousness. She closed her eyes, but saw the entire forest.
Every leaf seemed to be breathing, and that was the sound made by her familiar tribesmen.
However, just when she was about to use this power to completely destroy the opponent's spiritual sea, the pair of strange red eyes were suddenly startled.
The sound of the piano was not directed at her alone, but enveloped the entire forest with overwhelming force!
Under the influence of the piano sound, her tribesmen showed painful expressions and fell to the ground one after another.
Looking at the tribesmen falling in pain, that beautiful face twisted in an instant.
"I'm going to tear you apart!!!"
How dare you touch my people!
Sissi roared, broke through the shackles of the illusion, and rushed towards Rolandal who appeared from the woods with murderous intent. She stabbed with a sword, but the sword hit the transparent phantom.
Her heart suddenly sank. She was still trapped in an illusion. Breaking free from the shackles was just an illusion created by the guy holding the lute.
"It seems today is a good harvest day... I actually harvested two excellent 'sacrifices' at once."
“…” Sissi didn’t say anything. She observed her surroundings calmly and carefully, looking for a breakthrough to break through the illusion.
"Tsk tsk...it's actually the little devil. But I don't understand why you are standing with this guy? Aren't you two old enemies?"
A figure appeared from the other side of the woods, and Rolandal spoke curiously, while looking at Irene who had been silent for a long time.
However, at this moment, the expression on his face, which was confident of victory a second ago, suddenly froze.
I saw the Campbell princess standing on the ground with a long sword in her hand. Her body, which seemed to be on the verge of exhaustion, was surging with eye-catching energy!
Especially the "Light of Legend" in her hand, which is now shining brighter than ever before!
The light was no longer simply in the form of a weapon, but outlined a slender and elegant figure in mid-air.
The light faded.
A handsome man holding a magic wand was standing quietly in front of Irene.
He was dressed in a gorgeous dark purple robe with gleaming silver buckles, and his deep eyes were calmly gazing at everything in front of him, as if everything was under his control.
Rolandal was stunned.
The same was true for Sissi, who was fighting with him. Both of their distorted faces were filled with shock that could not be described in words, as well as jealousy that emerged for different reasons.
The Legend of Light can also transform into a human form?!
What’s going on?!
"What a blasphemy... It seems your delusion has become too extreme. I will sacrifice you all to Urgos!"
Rolandal roared in rage, unable to accept that there was someone more handsome than himself, while Sissi was burning with jealousy, not understanding why it had to be the Demon King!
What a blasphemy!
You are clearly just His Majesty's toy, yet you dare to think that His Majesty belongs to you!
The only person who was not surprised was Irene who was holding a long sword.
He always arrives just in time...
When she needed him most.
Looking at the always reliable figure, a relieved smile appeared on Irene's face, and her tense shoulders relaxed a little.
Holding on to her shaky consciousness and increasingly blurry vision, she murmured something in a slightly hoarse voice.
"So you are my miracle..."
(End of this chapter)
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