Demon Dragon Vortigern

Boom!

Like rolling thunder sweeping past, the turf beneath the horses' hooves flew up in layers.

What was that?!

The barbarians atop the fortress, who had been rising and drawing their bows to hunt down the enemy's remaining infantry, felt the violent tremors beneath their feet. Their gazes swept over the sand and pebbles bouncing atop the walls before they looked into the distance in alarm.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Amid deafening cries, fully armored knights clamped their legs around their horses' flanks, raising arm shields in one hand while tucking massive hardwood lances over two meters long beneath the other arm, forming an iron torrent that would swallow everything in its path.

"Purification Knights! They're the Purification Knights!"

"And the Round Table! Those monsters are coming!"

"Quick! Quick! Stop them from reaching the walls!"

As that streak of silver-white surged into view like a rolling tide, the barbarians atop the fortress turned pale and screamed, like maidens about to be cornered against a wall and ravaged by a pack of burly men.

The barbarians' arrows, javelins, and throwing axes, originally aimed at the infantry, turned toward the charging armored cavalry. The barbarian shamans accompanying the army also shifted their focus.

Nor was that all. The catapults in the rear, along with the boulders and logs hauled onto the ramparts, were likewise unleashed upon the Celts' elite forces.

Yet even under such relentless attacks, those iron cans wrapped in Magic Steel armor easily deflected the incoming arrows, javelins, and throwing axes.

Even the shamans' magecraft, upon striking the armor, was immediately annihilated by the layered defensive spells engraved upon it.

As for the cumbersome stones and logs, the barbarians had barely raised them when whistling javelins pierced their bodies and nailed them to the walls. Not only did they fail to