The soldiers led by Kishar succeeded in crushing the first tentative attack of the undead.

They killed at least 3,000 undead in a furious manner, but for the Darkblade Legion that poured out, this was only the most insignificant loss, and it would not even appear in the battle damage roster, and it was impossible to describe such a thing as a dime... Fail?

"There are warriors in the human race."

Tyrion said to the silent High Knight beside him:

"Warriors like you, there are many such excellent people in the human kingdom, but in that rotten system, you can only be treated as consumables, what a pity... The existence of a warrior should not be consumed in such a senseless way. ”

"Go ahead, Joe. El Knight, bring me a victory, by the way, "invite" that warrior over, I want to talk to him. ”

The silent former paladin nodded, manipulating the skeleton war horse to cross the crowd, the sea of undead in front of him made way for him, and behind him, more and more high-ranking knights followed the galloping high-ranking knights and rushed to the frontline battlefield.

If the humans thought that the walking corpses and undead infantry they had just defeated represented the fighting power of the Grimblade, and felt complacent about it, then their doom... It's coming soon.

"Al is different from all of us, he was a paladin in his lifetime, the kind that is extremely sincere."

As Tyrion watched his most elite knights rush into battle, he whispered:

"I'm curious, how did you get rid of the Light's influence on him, or did you already have a way to corrupt paladins? Do you have something to hide from me? My friend Khadgar. ”

"Not what you think it is, Your Majesty."

The Great Lich said calmly:

"Joe. El's enlistment was an accident, thanks to Lady Nassar's actions, this paladin was exposed to a large amount of Void energy before he died, and the power that was so opposed to the Holy Light that it corrupted most of the Holy Light in his body, and it was because of this that I had the opportunity to inject death into his body. ”

"It's opportunistic, and it can't be replicated."

Khadgar shook his head:

"I think you should pay more attention to the elven paladin who was imprisoned by Lord Myra, Alex than El Al. Flame Blade, the Myra couple manipulated his mind in a special way, and the holy light he used was mutated, the kind of corrupted holy light that I have never seen before..."

"That's just Myra implanting the fragments of the dead Narukara into Alex's body, you should know, Naru, this kind of holy light creature transforms into a deep void before dying, the holy light they represent is not pure in itself, the reason why the holy light used by Alex has a corrupting effect is only because the holy light and the void are entangled in his body."

The King of the Dark Blades refocused on the battlefield, and there, Joe. The Death Knights led by El have been fighting with the human soldiers led by Kishan.

"Alex's example can't be replicated either, so for the next stage of exploration, my friend, I need your superior wisdom to research a way to corrupt the Paladin... You see, how much the Light favors them, and as they embrace death, they grow stronger... I need those paladins, I need them to add to our cause. ”

"But for now, let's put aside our doubts and enjoy this battle of life and death."

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"They're coming!"

Kishan saw the death knights rushing from the tumbling tide of necromancy, numbering more than 300 people, all of them powerful knights riding death horses, wearing black armor and armed with heavy weapons, this menacing silence made Kishan feel threatened.

He re-grasped the grip of the repeating machine gun in his hand, and under his command, with two steam tanks as the main body of the defensive line, the human infantry quickly reorganized the defense on both sides of the battle line.

"Die!"

Kishan raised his machine gun and put the body of the Death Knight led by him into the scope, and the next moment, the low roar of the machine gun rang out on the battlefield again.

"Bang Bang"

The powerful bullets that burst out were scattered and slammed into the high-ranking knight Joe. Al, the latter continued to charge without dodging, and in the swing of his cold black iron hand armor, a dark green shield appeared in front of him, and those bullets hit this shield, like a mud cow entering the sea, silently corroded by the energy of death.

However, the frantic impact of the high-speed bullets also slowed down the Death Knight's charge speed a lot, and Al stared at Kishan, he grabbed the reins, and the Death Horse began to accelerate again.

Behind him, the high-ranking knights galloped faster and faster, and the moment they approached the battle line, the arm of the mage Major Menathan swung down, and the waiting human musketeers pulled the trigger one after another, and in an instant, the bullets rained down.

But as if a switch had been flipped on, the bodies of the high-ranking knights became illusory at this moment, and the darkness around them temporarily turned their bodies into ghosts, and purely physical attacks could no longer hurt them, and those whistling gunpowder bullets pierced through the bodies of the spirits.

High-level Knight Skill - Ghost Step!

"Wow"

The imaginary knightly impact of the human warriors who were at the forefront with large shields did not appear at all, and the pale knights easily pierced their defenses as if they were disembodied, and passed through their bodies like ghosts, and the cold of death made these warriors tremble all over.

And where the ghost knights galloped past, the large shields in the hands of those warriors were covered with frost, and the disaster also happened at this moment, after passing through the human warriors holding heavy shields, the ghost state of the death knights ended, and the death knights who re-transformed into entities with unparalleled impact slammed into the position of the unsuspecting human musketeers.

"Huh"

Warm blood filled the battlefield at this moment, knocked into the air by the Death Knight's warhorse, impaled through the body by the swing of the cold blade, or directly decapitated.

A wave of 300 high-ranking knights directly shattered all the order of the human position, and in the screams of people turning over on their backs, the soldiers in the front row of defense were stunned and came back to their senses, looking at the high-ranking knights who were slashing and killing in the positions of their comrades behind them.

The black cloaks of the knights rattled in the human position, and the low bell of the horse hanging from the neck of the high knight's war horse filled in a pale and cruel footnote to the madness of the slaughter in the screams of death.

The human front, collapsed.

And the tide of necromancy that was silent in front of them also began to surge again at this fatal moment.

"Nope! Jorgensen! Get your knights moving! ”

Kishan witnessed the carnage in its entirety, and in his anxiety, he no longer turned his gun at Joe. Instead, in the midst of the confusion, El pointed his guns to the rear, where some of the Death Knights who had penetrated the position were rushing towards the camp of the wounded soldiers in the rear, where the remaining explosives were still stored.

Can't let them spoil those!

"Stop! Stop me! ”

At Kishan's roar, the machine guns of the two steam tanks rang out at the same time, and the high-ranking knights who had crossed the position were hit by a storm of bullets from behind, their bodies protected by death energy, but the horses under their crotches could not be protected.

The skeleton horse was shattered by bullets, and for a moment, the high-ranking knights who galloped quickly turned into slow-moving infantrymen, and were once again surrounded by soldiers.

But this act of saving the scene brought big trouble to Kishan.

As he approached the slowly U-turn steam tank, the high-ranking knight jumped up from his horse, and fell into Kishan's side like a dark shadow, holding the rune sword in his hand, and stabbed the steel chariot under his feet, and in the piercing sound, the heavy steel plate was directly torn apart, and when the rune sword was drawn, the blade was already stained with blood.

"Kalkel!"

When Kisharn saw this, his eyes turned red and he turned the muzzle of the gun, but the next moment, the sturdy steel machine gun was cut off by El's sword, and in the sparks of metal collision, the blade of the Death Knight flipped in the air and slashed at Kishan's neck.

The shirtless human veteran gritted his teeth and ducked to dodge the blow, pulling out the tactical dagger at his waist with his backhand, and escaping a bottle filled with holy water with the other, and with a howl, Kishan's dagger stabbed precisely into Al's abdomen through the crack in his armor.

The scorching water was slapped on El's horn helmet by Kishan.

"Wow"

The moment the pure holy water and the death energy on Al's body came into contact, a storm of ashes sparked, and the High Knight's body took a step back, which gave Kisharn hope, and he grabbed El's sword-holding left arm with both hands, and swept his left leg across the Death Knight's leg, smashing the High Knight over the steam tank that had stopped working.

"Let go! Let go! Give me... Let go! ”

"Bang Bang"

He grabbed Al's wrist and slammed it against the steel on the edge of the tank, the melee Kishann howled like a beast, and in his frantic impact, the runic heavy sword in Al's palm smashed to the ground, but the next moment, Kishan's body was slammed to the ground from behind by the dark red Death Grip.

"Bang"

The human warrior quickly got up from the ground, and across from him, Al with his wrists moving, stretched out his hands, and the cold frost converged into two icy swords in his palm, the two looked at each other, and the next moment, the two guys pounced on each other like foraging beasts.

On a battlefield covered in dust and blood, the former paladin and the human warrior fought in a frenzied manner, but unfortunately, the veteran of a hundred battles was only flesh and blood, and he had to face a monster reinforced by death energy and dragon blood.

"Bang"

El's cold, heavily armored fist slammed into Kishan's cheek, sending the veteran flying and slamming him to the ground, the blow made Kishann dizzy, and at the moment he struggled to get up, he saw the back of the painful Jorgensen and the remaining paladins rushing towards the Sea of the Undead in a sacrificial gesture.

He saw the mage Menathan, surrounded by high-ranking knights, fall from his chariot with four swords in his body.

He saw the tragedy of Karakir, a warrior who had been badly wounded by El, carrying gunpowder and dying with a high-ranking knight.

He saw the Archcount and Major Danvers, back to back, back to back, arms in hand, struggling to resist the desperation of the Sea of the Undead.

And the shadow of the heroic soldiers who followed him to resist the invasion of the undead fought to the death in despair, all this, this cruel war, once again showed the bloodiest scene in front of his eyes.

With the smell of blood surging in his mouth, Kishan once again stood in the middle of a battlefield full of blood and dust, he looked at the high-ranking knight in front of him, he reached out and fastened the red strip of cloth on his forehead, then bent down, took the longsword shield from the dead soldier's hand, and slapped the longsword against the shield, provoking the death knight in front of him in this way.

"Come on! Come on, scoundrel! Kill me and take my life for your master! ”

The gritted teeth of hatred made him look like the last wolf king of the exterminated wolves.

The silent Al still didn't answer, his wrist flipped, and the two ice spike swords spun in two cold arcs in the air, finally pointing at Kishann in front of him.

"Veteran, you're not going to die..."

For the first time in battle, Al spoke, accompanied by a charge from his tall figure towards Kishan:

"But you will face it, more terrible than death... Hell. ”