Chapter 210: The Battle of the Kurona Plains (Part 3)
The sound of lance shards breaking filled the air as the sharp tips of the knights' lances, carrying their endless rage and judgment against evil, pierced through the ranks of the filth army.
"Ugh!" Faced with the knights' group charge, the front-line chaos warriors fell in swathes. The brave knights, fearless of death, chanted the name of the Lady of the Lake as they killed their way into the battlefield.
The surging onslaught crushed the filth army's attempts to reorganize. The dozen Holy Grail Knights charging at the forefront were like a sword that cleaves through all, shredding every enemy in their path, be they chaos warriors, chaos marauders, or the repugnant filth chosen warriors, all fell under their fierce attacks.
Especially the Lady's chosen champion, Ryan. Every cheer from the knights marked another filth chosen warrior slain by this chosen champion, as if he wielded endless strength.
However, the Holy Grail Knights were, after all, not the majority of knights.
Errant knights and kingdom knights rampaged through the fields, slaughtering all followers of the dark gods. The filthy chaos warriors fell one after another, but reinforcements from the realm of decay appeared incessantly. As the knights' momentum waned, casualties began to emerge. The filth army's scorching and corrupt spears and pikes pierced through the horses' armor, and the corroded battle-axes cut open the errant knights' chainmail. Knights screamed as they fell from their horses; the lucky ones might manage to engage in melee with swords and shields, but most dismounted knights were swiftly slain by the chaos warriors' axes and spears.
The knights continued to fight valiantly, drawing their long swords to combat the evil after losing their lances. They still harvested victories, but the filth great demon Pus Master was crushing their efforts. The great demon simply rolled over everything, lifting its giant sword and sweeping it across, sending two errant knights flying into the air.
By early morning, the chill of early spring spread across the fields, where knights and chaos demons battled everywhere. The bizarre filth demons and fully armored filth chosen warriors were initially scattered by the knights' charge, but the chaos spawn, unknowing of pain and injury, were taking time to reorganize. The knights, losing their charge, gradually got entangled with these barbaric creatures. The chaos spawn blessed by chaos wore armor too thick for less powerful errant knights to cut through.
Across the frontline stretching hundreds of meters, knights and the filth army clashed everywhere.
Ryan, having broken through deep into the enemy lines, regrouped with the White Wolf Knights. Boris, covered in blood, held the Elector Count's holy sword, its blade smeared with the blood of chaos demons and shining with a strange brilliance.
The Elector Count's holy sword, blessed by the gods of men and dwarfs, greatly increased the user's stamina recovery. The dwarf runes on the blade glowed warmly. Boris, with one eye fixed on Ryan, shouted, "Kid, there are too many of these demons! And they keep coming. We need to think of something!"
Dodging a thrust from a chosen warrior, Ryan crushed the warrior's head with his warhammer and then shouted back, "Break out!"
"No, the followers of Ulric never retreat!" Boris cut down two chaos warriors with his sword.
"I didn't say retreat. We break out, regroup, and unite under Ulric's holy flame to decide the victory and defeat once more! Gather around me!"
"Ooh!" The White Wolf Knights showcased their formidable combat ability. Unlike the Brittany knights, who excel in lance charges, the White Wolf Knights specialize in close combat and mire-like entanglements. They swiftly carved a bloody path through the filth army, astonishingly maintaining their formation mostly intact, with only a few knights resting here forever.
White Wolf Knights do not fear death. Those who fall will go to Ulric's realm, spending their happiest days fighting chaos by day and enjoying wine, roast meat, and women by the warm campfire at night.
At this moment, support from the Lady of the Lake's prophets finally arrived. Seeing the knights bathed in blood and fighting, the wrath of the Lady of the Lake could no longer be contained. They chanted spells, and pure green healing energy cleansed the land corrupted by filth.
The exhausted knights felt the emerald energy nourishing their weary bodies and minds, and wounds opened by blades began to heal.
Morgiana, protected by a large group of knights, despite having used a significant amount of her magic during the march, still refused to watch the battle from the sidelines. She prayed silently, "My lady, I need your help."
In the depths of her heart, the Lady of the Lake responded to her prayer, her voice filled with obscurity and pain. Morgiana knew her lady was contending with a dark god.
Morgiana's magic was restored, so she raised her Potion Holy Grail, chanting ancient spells.
Above in the sky, the rising sun was overshadowed by a more dazzling source of light. A spherical lightning, about a dozen meters in radius, formed under Morgiana's guidance and was thrown into the densest part of the filth army. The lightning exploded, striking hundreds of chaos warriors, chosen warriors, and chaos spawn, killing some instantly and tossing others into the air with the blast wave.
Then, a sixth-circle divine magic, Regeneration, was cast on many wounded knights. This mysterious energy protected their damaged limbs and even shielded them from attacks. Taking advantage of this moment, many wounded knights regained their strength and retreated from the battle with their comrades' help.
The griffon Bicquis tumbled in the air, grabbing two filth chosen warriors and crushing their fragile bodies into shards. Duke Launcelot's Lion Lance, specially blessed and made from Brittany's soft mithril, remained unbroken even after piercing through two chaos giants.
Morgiana's lightning gave the Brittany knights a brief respite, but Launcelot knew the knights couldn't keep fighting like this forever.
Bicquis' wings began to show signs of fatigue. Even this world-famous beast felt tired after several charges, low-altitude dives, and take-offs.
The pegasus knights felt similarly. Pegasi are not suited for heavy load flights. Carrying fully armored knights through continuous dives had drained most of their strength, and most pegasi had landed. Many pegasus knights had fallen, their attacks were lethal yet solitary.
"Hold on, Bicquis!" Launcelot spotted his target. The filth great demon Pus Master was exposed by Morgiana's spell, grabbing a desperate errant knight, intending to tear him apart.
Launcelot recognized that errant knight; he seemed to be a subordinate of Baron Jean de Marcardo, named Hex.
"My prize lies ahead! Bicquis, fly there!" the duke commanded, and the griffon screeched in response, ready.
As the knights engaged in a life-and-death struggle with evil, Launcelot's call stood out. Pus Master's attention was diverted, and Hex seized the opportunity to pull out the dagger at his waist and viciously stabbed into Pus Master's thick hand.
The rotting outer skin was pierced, creating a hole. The filth demon did not feel pain, but the dagger had been soaked in holy water, and the sacred energy within ultimately affected the great demon's senses. The sensation of being burned made the demon instinctively retract its hand, and Hex was thrown to the ground. The errant knight, enduring the pain of his organs shifting, found a warhorse whose rider had fallen and charged towards another direction.
A perfect dive attack was executed as the griffon spread its wings and glided towards the chaos great demon. Launcelot raised his lance, aiming for the demon's throat, a known weak spot of such creatures.
Pus Master turned its body around, suddenly revealing a terrifying smile that sent a shiver down Launcelot's spine. His battle instincts kicked in, prompting him to raise his shield instinctively.
His shield, known as the Lionheart Shield, had protected him since the day he embarked on the path of knighthood. The magic and runes on the shield were activated by Launcelot, safeguarding him as always.
This instinct saved the duke's life as Pus Master spat out a stream of foul-smelling bile, capable of dissolving a knight into a puddle of pus. However, it was deflected by the magical barrier.
The bile obscured Launcelot's vision, and when he regained his sight, he saw a massive fist, covered in maggots and sores, coming towards him: "Foolish, humans."
Boom! The fist hit the Lionheart Shield squarely, sending the duke and his griffon flying with an irresistible force. Even the Holy Grail Knight, blessed by the Lady of the Lake, could not withstand such power. Launcelot felt himself flying about seventy to eighty meters before Bicquis, howling in pain, managed to control its flight, crashing into a tree.
"Ah! Weak, insignificant humans, the world will end, your resistance is futile!" The filth great demon, Pus Master, opened its gaping maw and charged into the ranks of young knights, starting a massacre.
Lances and swords were ineffective against such a terrifying creature as the filth great demon. The lance tips and blades could cut through the demon's rotten flesh, but the painless great demon did not care. In the endless cycle of decay and rebirth, such damage was negligible compared to its recovery rate. With its sword, the great demon swept through, and within a few breaths, a dozen errant knights fell dead.
Across the vast plains, the knights' assault gradually sank into a quagmire. Many errant knights found themselves forced into struggling with spears and pikes, losing their momentum and falling one by one, pierced by weapons.
In the distance, the realm of filth was still flickering in and out of existence.
More chaos troops appeared, among them the legendary chaos knights.
"Regroup! Reorganize!" Ryan and Boris, leading the Holy Grail Knights, White Wolf Knights, and Leopard Knights, broke out. A dozen Holy Grail Knights, all blood-stained but mostly unscathed under the blessing of the Lady of the Lake, fought valiantly.
Morgiana with a single glance caused two chaos warriors to burst into pieces, her fingertips pulsing with magic power, several chaos spawn were crushed by tree limbs rising from the ground, turning into a rain of blood.
Within the advancing column of sergeants and militia, the likes of Ryan and others who broke through regrouped with Morgiana. The Lady of the Lake witch looked at the scattered knights across the plains and said to Ryan, "Launcelot has some minor injuries, nothing serious, but his griffon needs rest. The enemy is increasing in number, we can't hold out until the main army of knights arrives if this continues."
Ryan fixed his gaze on the filth great demon, Pus Master. The demon laughed maniacally as it extended its thick hand, chaos magic exploding among the knights' ranks, instantly turning a dozen knights into a mass of pus.
"Lady, save me!"
"Oh! God, this thing is completely invulnerable!"
"It's so fast!"
The chaos army was reorganizing, and the number of knights was rapidly dwindling. The errant knights, in despair, found their feeble attacks could not harm the filth great demon, and they began to falter.
"We must defeat the great demon, or the reinforcements from filth will never cease, and we will eventually fail!" Ryan focused on the invincible great demon.
To achieve victory, this was the only way left.
"Regroup, form up! My warriors, today's grand prize is right there!"
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