The Battle is Won
Brook's pupils contract. The approaching enemy was another Four-Star elite!
What was even more exciting was that on top of the Four-Star Master, there were hundreds of unharmed, energetic black cavaliers whistling and bolting towards him, with steel glimmering in their hands.
"Finally here!"
Of course, Brook recognized this Four-Star Master. It was the Energy Combat Master whom the head of the Scarface Knights sent to fight off the tailing Chambord archers. His name was Gulo. Apparently, he had gotten rid of the harassment of the archers, and made his way up.
With the addition of this Four-Star Master into the game, the subtle balance between the two forces of the battle was instantly shattered.
The chances for the Chambord Army just took a direct downward turn.
The only ones capable of holding off Gulo were Frank Lampard and the Two Joke Brothers who were not able to make it here yet. Plus the "Valkyrie" Elena was being stalled by Scarface knight. All the aces of the Chambord city were occupied. There was no one left who could withstand the powerful enemy, let alone this enemy that brought hundreds of riders with him. Judging from the circumstances, no matter how ingenious Brook was, they stood no chance of getting out of it at all.
It was hopeless.
The chances for the Chambord army became hopeless in an instant.
The situation did not leave Brook even one moment to think.
He slowed down and took a deep breath while wiping his blood-covered forehead. His hands tightly gripped the King's Excalibur, his sight as focused and firm as ever.
"To our deaths!!!! Charge!!!"
This Chambord City's military official roared as he charged towards the Four Star Master Gulo. His eyes were stalwart, his sword without any hesitation. He charged with all his life, like a moth towards the flames.
"Caged beast! How hopeless! Come to die!" Gulo swung his sword with deadly force.
As Brook was getting consumed by the enormous sword, all of a sudden, something weird happened.
A black mysterious shadow came out of nowhere, quiet as a ghost. You could not see him, only the aura of a blade in the middle of the battlefield, intercepting each of Gulo's offenses.
"Who is this?" Gulo's rage was rising. He recognized this opponent was powerful.
The mysterious black shadows dove and slid around each attack with incredible speed like lightening. He leapt and a blinding golden light was emitted from the sword in his hand. The light was so intense that it tore the sky apart. Gulo immediately twisted his sword to avoid it. He focused the medallion colored energy and focused on defense instead of offense, desperately trying to block the sudden assault. However, the golden fumed energy completely smashed the earth element energy. Abruptly, an icy light stroke, and blood splattered. Gulo froze, and stood still for an eternity. His face was full of disbelieve and devastation.
PUFF!
The shadow sped past Gulo's frozen carcass, effortlessly like picking an apple. He laughed while picking up the head of the Four Star Master. And he left, as sudden as the way he arrived. His figure slowly dimming into transparency, as if it was melting into the endless sky, until it was completely gone.
Instant kill!
It was instant!
Who was that man? How could he had killed a Four Star Master so effortlessly? How could he just come and go like that? The most mysterious thing was the piercing golden energy that went through Gulo's body! The ones lucky enough to witness the whole thing were left astounded. The image of the mysterious shadow would be something that could never be erased from their minds.
The entire battlefield was silenced and amazed. No one had any idea where he came from and where he went.
Brook's head was blanked for a moment and then he woke himself up.
"He seemed to be on Chambord's side. But then, why have I had never seen him around his majesty? Well, it's actually for the best I guess. Now that Gulo is dead, the last ace his majesty prepared before he left could remain anonymous… The battle is won now."
The twenty surrounding guards had fought to exhaustion, and there seemed to be no more variables that could change the results. Gordon Brook raised his sword and signaled the code.
Whosh whosh!
Coming from the bushes a hundred feet away, colorful enchanted arrows were shot out. So fast they cut through the air making eery sounds. Landing on the hundreds of charging Black Riders.
Boom Boom Boom!
Distant explosions shook the ground, the surging magic elements took over the earth.
Flesh and blood were splattering and broken limbs and steel were flying everywhere.
This was a one-sided massacre. The hundreds of riders had nowhere to hide and were covered in sorcerous arrows. The tough black armor was not able to provide any kind of barrier between them and death. The burning flames, freezing frost, sizzling electricity and omnipotent poison took all of their lives in an instant.
In the distant hills, two dozen strangely armored young girls appeared. They were holding bows, and their bodies were covered in first and second stars of magical elements. There were fire, electricity, ice and poison. Their eyes expressed nothing but indifference. Within a tremble on the bow strings and less than ten inhales and exhales, hundreds of trained riders were killed.
Sorcery archers were indeed the nemesis of cavalries.
Not only were these young and lovely sorcery archers capable of unbelievably powerful magic, they were unbelievably accurate as well. Each arrow was shot with incredible precision and shot through the air to hit the intended targets. Although the Black Riders were entangled with the Chambord guards, the guards were not harmed by a hair.
God tier powerful sorcery archers.
In an instant, all of the intruding Black Rider army was eradicated.
"How did this happen? Why does Chambord harbor so many elites?"
Three golden crown wearing kings were devastated and started screaming. They attempted to escape with the help of diligent guards but the rain of arrows simultaneously killed all the guards. The Chambord soldiers swam in, beating the shit out of the three and tied them up with rope, like animals.
The chaotic and violent battlefield finally started to die down.
A flash of silver raced in, powerful energy radiating out of Frank Lampard who just finished his victim.
Soon, two howling level four, Roaring Flame Beasts came hurling like unstoppable fire. On the back of the beasts, were the Brothers, Drogba and Pierce.
Meanwhile, the fighting between the rest of the guards had also stopped. They were covered in blood and holding their axes. Everybody was looking in the same direction.
In the entire battle field, there was only one fight still fiercely going on, the fight between the leader of the Scarface Knights and the "Valkyrie" Elena. Swords were vigorously attacking each other and there was no telling who had the upper hand.
Four independent sorcerous powers were interchanging around Elena's body. The image was indescribable. No one as young as her could embody all four of the elements and interchange them at will.
However, having an advantage did not mean she was winning. Although the rival was not able to get close to her due to the intense magical offense, the leader of Scarface was in no grave danger either.
The man was the strongest of the four Four-star elites. His capabilities were exceeding the peak of Four Stars, reaching Five Stars. If "Valkyrie" Elena had not been able to combine the other six profession mercenaries' powers, and embodying ice, electricity, fire and poison, the four elements of magic, on top of accomplishing all of the missions with Fei in [Lut Gholein] and reaching level 35, she would not had been able to match this Scarface warrior.
The two were pretty much equally matched but Elena was slightly more experienced, enabling her to slightly suppress her opponent. But finishing the fight soon was very difficult.
Bang bang bang bang…
The Scarfaced cavalry leader bursted out with silver sword energy, dispersing the incoming flame arrows. Immediately, he backed up and gestured a pause. He withheld his sword and smiled arrogantly while glaring at the surrounding Chambord Bylaw Enforcement officers. He slowly proceeded to say, "You bold, ignorant men. How dare you attack the Imperial Knights. Are you all so desperate to be wiped out by the Execution Knights?"
"Execution Knights?" Brook was a little shocked, "You are one of the Execution Knights?"
The Scarfaced threw a black belt on the ground, "Open your pitiful eyes and look who you're attacking. How dare you murder Dick, Allen and Gulo, the three sacred knights and kidnap the three kings of Blackstone, Lake and Thrace? Making a mistake like this, even the Chambord king cannot escape punishment of the Execution Knights. Hahahahaha…."
Was he really a member of the Execution Knights?
Brook and the crowd examined the black belt on the ground. It was engraved with a double-headed bear and a metal armored knight riding on a horse. Anybody who was anybody would know very clearly that it was the sigil of the Execution Knights.
The crime of attacking an Execution Knight was not to be taken lightly. Even for a king.
On that thought, the faces of the few who understood the gravity of the matter turned pale.
"If you really are an Execution Knight, why would you invade us Chambord? Did you have an direct order from Emperor Yasin?" A doubt crossed Brook's mind and he started to interrogate.
"Who the hell are you?" the Scarfaced smirked, yelling angrily, "Who the hell are you to demand answers from me? I give you ten seconds to release the kings, bind yourself in rope and hand over the murderers who killed the knights in chains, and come with me to be trialed. Otherwise, in ten days, I promise the Execution Knights will turn your Chambord city into ashes. Even the king of Chambord will be sent to the fire pillar."
The Scarfaced cavalry leader smirked again.
He was obviously bluffing under such dangerous situation. What else could he do other than trying to scare the pressing Chambord fighters? Moreover, he was the esteemed Execution Knight, with a bright future following the Golden Sun Knight, Chris Sutton. Killing a few civilians of a colony was like killing a few chickens. What could they possibly do? Would they dare to kill an honorable Execution Knight of the Imperial Knight Palace?
Even when completely surrounded, he had no fear at all.