"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
RIDER raised his blade high, mounted his warhorse, and charged forward at the head of the pack. At his side were the warriors who had accompanied him across countless battlefields—his subordinates and ministers. They had once swept across this land, all the way to the ends of the world!
However, their opponents were no ordinary beings either!
They were gods of ages past, Lords of Cinder who burned themselves to illuminate the world, and knights who defended Lothric!
"-----!!"
Yhorm the Giant charged in first. It raised the greatsword in its hand and brought it down fiercely, instantly sending dozens of soldiers flying into the air.
Ancient Dragons and Midir, who devoured the darkness, swept through the sky. They opened their jaws and spat blazing balls of fire down upon the army below.
Aldrich, Devourer of Gods, raised the Darkmoon Greatsword in his hand, and a rain of arrows howled down, sweeping everything before it away.
The Nameless King rode his Mutalisk straight down from above. Blazing lightning erupted in an instant, covering the entire battlefield.
Behind them, Slave Knight Gael gripped his massive blade and lunged into the formation, piercing and slaughtering all around him. Gundyr swept through the ranks without mercy. Pontiff Vordt emerged from the shadows of darkness, wielding the Holy Sword as he slashed down at the army formation, smashing every soldier who tried to block him into pulp.
Sister Friede strolled leisurely onward, her scythe radiating bone-chilling cold as it brought eternal death to the enemies before her.
Pontiff Sulyvahn wielded twin blades, rampaging and cutting through the battlefield like the Grim Reaper.
The Undead Legion of Farron mercilessly raised their wolf-blood greatswords, harvesting the lives before them. They had once destroyed nation after nation to suppress the Abyss, and now, this was merely