My Empire

My Empire Chapter 543

2020-11-03

Chapter 543 544Knight

The young Knight carried the long spear handed down from his family and rode on the back of a huge devil beast war horse , looking at the backs of the countless Knights in front of him, let go of the reins of the warhorse and let it rush forward.

Heavy hooves pounded the ground, and the roar of the giant dragon overhead resounded through the sky. He could hear his own breathing, and he could feel his heartbeat.

Although this is not the first time he has been on the battlefield, it is indeed the first time that he has been transferred to the front line at this time.

The valuable giant horse cavalry, even in Gricken, is also used in the later stage of the war, the decisive battle strength for a decisive victory or defeat. Now, being used in counter-attacks makes all the Knights a little nervous.

"Enemies!" A Knight in front loudly reminded his companions behind him, and then through the gaps in the densely packed wall, the young Knight saw some demons that were not completely ugly face.

He didn't slow down, he still followed behind everyone, letting his war horse run forward while observing everything that was happening around him.

"Keep the speed! Keep the speed!" The voice came from nowhere, with a trace of tension in its tone.

The warhorse under Knight's crotch jumped subconsciously, dodging some residual debris on the ground.

Knight bowed his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eyes saw that on the ground was a battle flag of Greken, which had been trampled beyond recognition.

Going forward, he saw a smashed helmet that was trampled on, and an armor full of blood...

Wait until he wants to lift the head. , and saw the corpse of the giant horse cavalry, as well as the fragmented bones of the war horse that were trampled.

He nervously lifts the head, against the wind of assaults the senses. He narrowed his eyes and saw the wall of people in front of him through his visor, which seemed to be a lot sparser.

"The magic defense barrier can't hold anymore!" Another officer loudly reminded his companions, using a hysterical voice.

The cavalry fell from time to time on both flanks, either being hit by a bow or arrow in the distance, or being pulled off the horse by a nearby demon.

A warhorse that has lost a Knight will fall to the ground and be trampled to pieces by his own men behind.

"Close formation! Don't spread out! If you spread out, you will be surrounded and killed!" an officer close to the young soldier shouted loudly, as if he wanted to keep the soldiers around him in a better formation Keep charging.

The speed of the warhorse has begun to slow down. It seems that the defense line of the demon army in front is already very thick. It is impossible to pierce the opposite phalanx just by relying on the charge of the cavalry.

"Ah!" A few seconds later, just in front of the young soldier, a cavalry fell off his horse after a scream, and countless demon soldiers appeared in the young soldier's up. ahead .

Without thinking about it, the Knight aimed the long spear in his hand at a demon closest to him. The opponent's face looks sinister, the opponent's armor is messy, the long sword in the opponent's hand is full of rust, and the opponent's shout makes people shudder.

However, because of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of trainings, this Knight has become accustomed to all his technical movements.

Riding on a horse, his subconsciously attacks are the ones he's trained for countless times. So, in the next second, he felt a huge impact on his palm, and the long spear in his hand had pierced through the demon on the opposite side.

The demon screamed and hung on the long spear, and the blood of black even splashed a dozen meters away.

The demon whose body is strung on the long spear is still waving the long sword in his hand, and his mouth full of spiky fangs is clearly visible.

But before the long sword in the demon's hand fell, the long spear in the young Knight's hand had already collided with the second unlucky demon, tearing the opponent apart at once. body, smashing each other's ribs into pieces.

The huge force broke the lance, and the demon soldier hanging on the long spear also fell to the ground with the broken long spear. Before he could figure out how he fell, his head was trampled into flesh by the hooves of a giant horse that passed by.

"Kill!" I don't know if I'm emboldening myself or venting excess adrenaline. The young cavalry shouted loudly, shoving the broken long spear into the chest of a demon who came head-on.

The huge impact forced him to let go and give up the lance that was no longer usable. Then in the next second, he pulled out the long sword from his waist, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, and waved at a demon soldier on the side.

The sharp blade left a deep ravine in the demon soldier's face, and the blood of black splattered along the wound.

The demon soldier spun down and lay on top of another dead demon soldier's body, like meat on a chopping block.

The young Knight still rode forward, killing as many demons as possible with the killing skills he had learned all his life.

"Ding!" A crisp sound came, and the young Knight felt as if something had hit him in the shoulder. In fact, it was indeed the case. His armor blocked a long arrow shot by a demon, and the flickering demon array rippled, and circles of light blue halos spread little by little.

He didn't have time to check his injuries, but subconsciously continued to slash with his long sword. The demon standing in front of him was shattered by a sword, and collapsed with a scream.

"For Greken!" Someone shouted loudly in his ear, and then the young Knight was hit in the arm by the second demon's long arrow.

This time he felt pain, and it seemed that the long arrow was directly inserted into the gap in the armor, hurting the flesh inside.

The arrow shaft was broken with a backhand sword. The young soldier ignored the bleeding arm and continued to use the weapon in his hand to mercilessly harvest the life of the demon in front of him.

One after another great head flew up with the blood of black like this, and one demon after another fell under the hoofs of the Greken Knight like this.

Suddenly, the light ahead suddenly opened up, and more than a dozen phalanxes of demons were pierced by the Knights of Greken. The young soldier galloped wildly with his long sword in his trembling hands, until the officer beside him grabbed the reins, and he stopped as well.

He took the horse's head with his wounded hand and turned around listening to the neigh of the horse. Then he saw that the team originally composed of thousands of Knights, now only a few hundred people are still on the horse.

The blood seeped through the clothes inside, seeping out the cold chainmail, and flowing out from the gaps in the outer plate armor gauntlets, staining his arms and palms red.

A drop of blood fell, tick-tick hitting the skirt armor on the outer side of the thigh, it was exhausting to hear it, and I wanted to close my eyes and sleep for a while.

Hundreds of Knights turned their horses around, looking at the phalanx of the demon army that had been pierced by themselves and chaotic everywhere, and silently began to form the team again.

The steeds snorted and gathered up again, then strode forward neatly. At first what seemed like a sloppy pacing, until later it turned into another neat dash.

Knight sitting on the horse looked at his comrades who were holding the Greken battle flag in front of him, silently holding the long sword with countless gaps.

Having chopped off countless flesh and bones, chopped off countless long swords and iron rods, and chopped up innumerable hard armors—this sword can last until now, Already a miracle.

And for the young Knight, this is just the beginning, and the battle that belongs to him continues.

The magical defense barrier has been shattered, and the magical inscriptions on the armor have faded. But they still have to charge forward, because only then can they return to the starting position.

Flying head-on was a rain of arrows that were densely packed by the demons. From time to time, companions fell down with the warhorses under their crotch. The young Knight could clearly feel that the number of people around him was decreasing little by little.

His arms were starting to go numb, and the palm of his hand holding the reins was beginning to lose consciousness. He lowered his head slightly, dodging the falling arrows, and then watched as these arrows passed him, or directly inserted into the gaps in the armor of the warhorse.

When in front of him, the Knights who were in the rear just now, but are now going to take the lead, fell one after another, the young Knight already felt fear. No one is really fearless, and few can hold back the sound of sobbing when death knocks on the door.

The young Knight was also scared, he didn't want to die in such a cold place. He wanted to go back, return to his hometown, die peacefully on the bed, and tell his children and grandchildren the story of how he fought the enemy today before he died.

So he continued to swing the long sword in his hand and continued to slash at those demons. His warhorse had begun to slow down, and strands of blood flowed down the warhorse's fur, spreading all over the ground.

"Kill!" He used the last magic power in his body on the sword edge, and the sword in his hand was blessed by the Wind Element magic. There is no stronghold one cannot overcome .

Two more demons standing in the way fell on the young Knight's path. It fell on the body of a Greken cavalry who had died here before.

The blood of red is mixed with the blood of black, and seeps into the soil together, nourishing the land under your feet - I don't know that thousands of years later, the weeds that grow here are more like Demon Realm plants. Some are more like plants in the world.

"ka!" After knocking down another rushing demon, the long sword in the young Knight's hand was overwhelmed and finally broke.

The sharp blade spun in the sky, and finally plunged vertically into the blood-soaked dirt. And the young Knight was also stabbed in the body by countless spears, and was pulled by a huge force and stopped in place.

He hung on the end of the spear and closed his eyes reluctantly. At this moment, his mind turned into a mirror, reflecting the tranquil woods in his hometown. '

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