Chapter 252 One person can stop a million soldiers.
After Magnus encouraged the soldiers, the dark clouds that came with the Chaos army became thicker. It was obvious that the dark gods had set their sights here and were looking forward to it. Mortals can bring some joy to their place outside the great game.
Chaos warlocks felt the will of the gods, and desperately used dark spells full of darkness and filth to tell the surrounding soldiers. Fanaticism and madness filled everyone's body, and the pain from the chaos mark engraved on their bodies made them understand. This matter must be resolved immediately, and the Chaos Gods cannot wait.
This caused a change in the championship showdown that the Eternal God Chosen was originally planning to have. However, it did not matter. The blessings of the gods allowed him to see the imperial man who held up Gael Maraz. The Eternal God Chosen He is very familiar with him, because the dark gods have instilled this scene into his mind countless times in dreams. As long as he kills Magnus, he can enjoy endless glory in the Chaos Demon Realm.
The human position began to emit the sound of artillery. The huge noise of eighty artillery covers the roars of both sides. The shells the size of human heads flew towards the enemy's position driven by gunpowder. Wherever they went, people turned on their backs, and dozens of people were immediately formed. After a death arc, the projectiles of the mortar were still flying in mid-air, and suddenly hit the ground under the acceleration of inertia. The shells exploded from the inside, mixed with explosions and iron pieces to kill the enemy.
Thick smoke of black powder quickly appeared from the muzzle, obscuring the operator's vision, but they continued to load and adjust the ballistics under the command of the engineers. Today they could only win, or die by exploding the barrel, otherwise they would be dead. Don't retreat.
The appearance of the artillery shells seemed to be the clarion call for the battle between the two sides. The Kurgans began to charge with simple spears in their hands. The chaotic sounds of countless war horses stamping on the ground appeared. Various mixed forces followed behind them. Horns made of bull horns sounded. There was a low reverberation, and the war drums made of human skin spread a terrifying rhythm under the beating of bone hammers. The black clouds moved from the sky to the ground, and the tide swept towards the empire.
Imrik on Morterius's back was waiting, having already spotted the Eternal Chosen charging into the battle. The muskets and crossbows had no effect on him, and Weiran's magic screen only made a slight ripple. He stopped him, his eyes began to glow with flames, the earth began to wail under his feet, and the shadows of countless dead entangled behind him.
Holding the gun of valor tightly in his hand, Imrik planned to meet the Eternal Chosen One, but Esawa Kuhl had already spoken first. No one could understand his language, but the voice that could be conveyed to the surrounding battlefield could Let everyone understand what he is expressing,
"Magnus! Believers of the false gods in the south! The dark gods will crush your weak power and bring true divine glory to this world." The
intention of the Eternal Chosen is very clear Obviously, that is to start a war showdown. When the two armies are fighting, he will cut off the heads of the pious and offer them to the dark gods.
The devout are not afraid. Letting the Eternal God's Chosen attack the battlefield will undoubtedly be a huge disaster. He is the only human being who can match the strength of Isava Kuhl. But just as he was driving the horse to prepare to move forward, he was struck by a hand. Stop.
"You are the coach, and you are not suitable to show up at the beginning. You should leave this kind of chore to me." Imrik twisted his neck and began to activate the temperature-increasing function of the Conqueror's armor, using his pupils that had turned scarlet. Looking at Magnus.
Before Magnus could agree, Imrik had already swung the reins, and Mortellius, who was connected to his master's mind, started running. After a few meters of speed, he jumped over the forest of halberds and landed on the steel-clad ground. On the black earth.
A red-fiery figure began to charge alone toward the thousands of troops in front, as if what he was facing was not the army of chaos that had brought countless disasters and destruction to the world, but just cattle waiting to be slaughtered.
"Is he crazy?" Genevieve's tone was full of surprise. She had never seen an elf who dared to charge the enemy's thousands of troops alone. In her knowledge, there were only a few people who had this ability. , such as Ablash, the ancestor of the blood dragon.
"No, he is not crazy, this is just the self-confidence of the dragon lord." Teclis, who is now serving as Magnus's magic advisor, said calmly. Seeing the back of the figure charging towards the Chaos army alone, the Archmage thought of an elf , the warrior who was able to defeat the great demon with just his name, the hero who brought hope to Ulthuan, and the guardian Phoenix King Aenarion who saved the world. The archmage said no more, and raised his staff high to prepare to release magic. The wind of magic here was already so strong that it was unbelievable, which made the genius mage feel like a fish in water.
The first thing Imric saw when he charged alone was a large group of Kurgan riders with simple leather armor. The half-activated Spear of Heroes turned bright yellow, emitting scorching heat, and waved out a line with his right hand. In a perfect arc, the spear pierced the armor, breaking the enemy into two pieces and falling off the horse.
The enemy on the left wanted to take the opportunity to attack, but his weapon was quickly cut off by the long sword, and then the flames accompanied by the dragon's roar devoured him, turning him into a stinking corpse.
Mortellius carried Imrik and ran rampant through the enemy positions, as if he had entered a no man's land. Wherever the spear and sword went, there were only corpses left behind, even though there were a few Chaos Knights who seemed to be well-equipped. He tried to stop him, but the head that fell to the ground in an instant showed that this was a futile move.
"This guy." Kristoff swallowed in the distance, feeling very lucky that he had not drawn his weapon in front of Imrik, otherwise he would have turned into a corpse by now.
He began to recite prayers loudly, preparing to lead the White Wolf Knights to fight the enemy in hand-to-hand combat. Enemies appeared on the flanks, and they needed to help the soldiers resisting the line to share the pressure.
"Uric gave me the fangs of the wolf,
Uric gave me the claws of the wolf,
Uric gave me the fur of the wolf,
and I will show your enemies the mercy of the wolf god."
The White Wolf Knight followed the Grand Master . Together they recited the Ulric cult's farewell speech to the enemy, and the priests, who were covered only by wolf fur cloaks, let out bursts of wolf howls, trying to get Ulric to focus his attention here and inspire the warriors to fight bravely.
The priest's prayers were answered, and the knights felt that their hearts were filled with the desire for battle. The followers of the Wolf God could only prove themselves in battle, and the blood lust was difficult to conceal in their eyes.
The first cavalry battle in the Great Holy War began. Groups of people fell in the center of the battle. The power of the galloping horses made one mistake fatal. The White Wolf Knights did not rely on lances to gain some distance advantage, even if After being hit by the enemy, he still waved the war hammer in his hand vigorously, and the shocking sound when the collision was made proved his bravery.
(End of chapter)