The Last Aisel Winged Cavalry

However, what Leoni received in response was the roar of the steel behemoth, the trembling wasteland, and the flashes and smoke from the cannons.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the direct hit shell landed in front of Leoni and exploded suddenly.

In an instant, blinding flames filled his pupils, a violent explosion occurred, a powerful blast of air erupted, and shrapnel flew everywhere.

Thanks to the automatically triggered magical shield on his armor, Leoni withstood the explosion, while the other Winged Hussars were not so lucky.

They either lost limbs, were blown to smithereens, or were reduced to pieces—and Leoni could only watch helplessly as it all happened.

Leoni gripped his saber tightly and let out a suppressed growl, "We are Fadlanites, after all."

In his memory, the former Fadlan Empire was so powerful and glorious that they had wantonly occupied the lands of other races, preyed on powerful dragons, and regarded themselves as natural world conquerors.

—The Aisel Winged Cavalry are among their most honored members, and are part of the Holy Fadlan Legion.

But what about now?

The Sun God's radiance grew dimmer, their power gradually waned, and the Three Great Kingdoms were embroiled in endless war. The vile kingdoms from the north even preyed on them. More importantly, he nearly lost his confidence as a citizen of Fadlan, overwhelmed by the might of those steel behemoths.

For Leoni, this was an unforgivable mistake! He was Fadlanites! From the most powerful empire in all of Fei An Suo, a believer in the eternal sun, loyal to the immortal and great emperor! They should never fear, never submit, but forever follow the sun's light! "Huff, huff..."

The explosions around him continued, and his memories became increasingly blurry. Leoni's eyes gradually turned bloodshot, and even his breathing became rapid. He raised his saber high, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

"We are noble Fadlanites! We will never yield to any vile Barbarian!"

Aisel Winged Cavalry —Charge with me!

At that moment, even the roar of artillery fire and the rumble of engines could not drown out his desperate shouts.

Leoni rode his white horse, leaning forward, his broad metal wings unfurling behind him, the wind whistling through the gaps.

The magical patterns on his wings glowed faintly, releasing a radiance like that of the sun, which gradually lifted him off the ground. His warhorse galloped at full speed, its hooves hovering a few feet above the ground.

At this moment, Leoni, like a true descendant of the gods, trailed a trail of light as he charged through the air at terrifying speed—this was the true Winged Hussar! Leoni brandished his saber and shouted, "Holy Fadlan, live forever! Offer your heart for Fadlan!"

The remaining hundreds of cavalrymen focused their attention on Leoni, nimbly dodging the artillery fire as they gradually gathered around him.

"It's Lord Leoni!"

"We are Aisel Winged Cavalry!"

" By On Amanata, Holy Fadlan Empire endure forever!"

Amidst the cacophony, the shouts of the Aisel Winged Cavalry rose and fell, creating a particularly exhilarating atmosphere.

At this moment, life or death no longer mattered. These fanatical cavalrymen only wanted to launch a powerful charge like they had before, to die on the battlefield like true Fighter, and to give everything for the "Fadlan" they had built in their spiritual world.

Long live Fadlan!

The Winged Hussars formed two dense lines, knee to knee. Their exceptional horsemanship allowed them to charge in close formation, and their long lances ensured they would be the first to pierce their opponents.

The magical runes on the armor complemented each other, creating a long, fast-moving, and thick barrier in front of the cavalry lined up in a horizontal formation.

"Whoosh—"

Meanwhile, the wings on their backs emitted a piercing whistle, releasing powerful propulsive airflow that gave the Winged Hussars greater speed and strength.

The sound of hooves was rhythmic and muffled. The winged hussars remained silent, and even when comrades were knocked down by the explosion, they would quickly adjust and replenish their formation.

At this moment, they were only a hundred meters away from those iron lumps, and thick smoke billowed in their faces, making it difficult for them to open their eyes.

" For the For Holy Fadlan!"

The winged hussars mustered their courage and shouted with all their might.

Their wings suddenly unfurled, emitting a chilling shriek, and their hooves pounded the ground like drumsticks, making a rapid, audible sound.

Such immense impact and speed often deliver devastating blows to enemies, and it is difficult for humans, orcs, or giants to withstand them.

The Aisel Cavalry once dominated the continent with such charges, becoming invincible.

Unfortunately, this time their enemy was not flesh and blood, but a behemoth forged from steel, the empire's most advanced War Machine —the tank.

Amidst the roar of the steel behemoths, the howling of cannons, and the rumble of engines, all other noises were easily drowned out, and even the earth seemed to be wailing.

The Winged Hussars felt a deafening roar, a constant buzzing in their ears, and could barely hear the wind.

Leoni gripped his saber tightly, his heart pounding and his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

In a daze, he seemed to return to that afternoon thirty years ago, when he was young and impetuous. It was in a similar charge that they slaughtered the last of the orcs in Aisel like pigs.

Will it still be the same now? We will win, we will definitely win, we are Fadlanites, Leoni kept repeating this sentence in his heart.

One hundred meters.

Leoni raised his saber forward, his eyes wide with fury, and let out a powerful battle roar.

Fifty meters.

However, shrouded in thick smoke, those menacing black shadows, as large as small mountains, rapidly expanded in their eyes, eventually breaking through the smoke and appearing before them.

At this moment, the Steel Torrent of the Embers of the Burned Empire clashed with the once invincible charge of the Aisel Cavalry, like a tsunami crashing onto land.

"Boom--"

A powerful gust of air swept in, and the Winged Hussars raised their lances, thrusting them forward with all their might, trying to deliver a fatal blow to the behemoth.

Even the thrusts carrying the momentum of the charge could only barely pierce the thick armor, and could not truly damage the core of the steel behemoth.

The spear snapped, shards flying everywhere. Amidst the roar of the steel behemoth, the Winged Hussars were also caught under the tracks, their bodies and horses crushed into a bloody pulp with short screams.

Whether it was the wings on its back, the exquisite armor covering its entire body, or its strong physique, all of these seemed insignificant in the face of the Steel Torrent.

This once invincible Winged Hussars is now like a fragile glass doll, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

"No--"

Leoni's face contorted in rage as he let out a furious and tragic roar.

He watched helplessly as the winged hussars, who embodied all his fantasies about Fadlan, were crushed by the Steel Torrent. He felt as if his own heart had been crushed by the tracks, shattered and filled with despair.

At this moment, the eternal illusion of the Holy City in his heart was crumbling, about to be reduced to ruins by the dragon.

Leoni shouted, seemingly insane, "Fadlan will not lose—"

With a shout, he swung his saber at the seemingly invincible steel behemoth before him, just like the knight charging at the windmill.

Never!

"Whoosh—"

Golden sword light shot into the sky, and a strong gale swept across the ground, as if space itself had been split apart.

With a powerful blow from this extraordinary Fighter from Fadlan, the tank's armor was easily sliced open, and even the rear of the vehicle was split cleanly in two, leaving a huge gash!

The cross-section was neat and the break was perfectly smooth, which exposed the Dragon Vein Goblin driver hidden inside.

"Damn humans!"

The Goblin voice, huddled in the corner of the cockpit, one hand gripping the armrest, the other grabbing a pistol and firing wildly at Leoni.

Upon seeing the Goblin, Leoni suddenly erupted with an overwhelming rage, like a volcano bursting forth, impossible to contain.

Goblin! The ones who crushed his army and shattered his last hope were Goblin, whom the Aisel Winged Cavalry regarded as mere weeds!

This is an absolute and blatant insult! It could even be called an insult to the Fadlan!

The Goblin kept pulling the trigger, still yelling, "Die, you cowardly southerners! Long live His Your Majesty Keosius!"

However, the winged cavalryman did not fall as the Goblin had imagined. Instead, he charged forward despite the bullets, wildly swinging his saber and cleaving the weak but arrogant Goblin in two.

Leoni spurred his horse atop the tank wreckage, raising his saber high. "Fighter! These things are not invincible! They are just a tough shell!"

However, when he looked around, all he saw was thick smoke filling the air, corpses crushed into a bloody pulp mixed with fragments of armor, blood everywhere, and two deep ruts left by the tracks.

At this point, no one would heed Leoni's call anymore.

Some Winged Hussars managed to escape through the gaps between the tanks, but having lost their comrades, their faith had crumbled and their fighting spirit vanished; they simply spurred their horses away numbly.

Leoni shouted, "Have you forgotten your former glory? We are from Fadlan— "

"Boom!"

The powerful explosion nearly blasted him away and left the tank wreckage in a terrible state.

Leoni looked up and saw the Wyvern soaring through the sky once more, several bombs whistling down, sweeping away the remaining winged cavalry and blasting the earth into a crater.

"Come on, kill me! Decades ago, you would have been crushed by me!"

The Steam Tank in the distance turned around and surrounded the winged hussars in a relatively loose formation, chasing them like fierce wolves across the steppe.

The cannons of more than a dozen Steam Tank were aimed at Leoni, and the dark muzzles suddenly spewed out flames.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of intense explosions nearly uprooted the earth, sending sand and debris flying into the sky.

Leoni used his superb riding skills to weave through the thick smoke, dodging explosion after explosion.

But soon, the warhorse beneath him also let out a weak neigh and collapsed to its knees—the warhorse's once smooth and beautiful coat was covered in dust and covered in wounds, its body was full of shrapnel, and its blood was almost gone.

This warhorse, which had been with Leoni for decades, died just like that.

However, Leoni had no time to lament or feel sad. He gripped his saber, leaped off his horse, and charged alone into the tank formation.

The next moment, accompanied by a loud "boom", several shells fell on the spot where he had been standing, and the horse carcass suddenly exploded, with charred pieces of flesh flying everywhere.

"Kill him!"

"This human is very strong! He destroyed a tank, everyone be careful!"

The drivers communicated via communicators, and the Steam Tank dispersed, surrounding the tanks from different directions to form a huge semi-circular formation.

The machine gun turrets atop the Steam Tank were aimed at Leoni, their muzzles blazing with intense light.

"Ta-da!"

In an instant, a hail of bullets rained down, battering Leoni's body and leaving dents in his hard armor.

However, Leoni, braving the dense artillery fire and bullets, fearlessly and almost frantically launched a charge.

"Focus fire!"

"He's all alone! Don't conserve your ammunition!"

The Steam Tank ' firepower intensified, Wyvern continuously skimmed low overhead, their shells almost leveling the land around Leoni.

The continuous explosions and gunfire gradually shattered his armor, and Leoni's strong body was covered with a charred shell, embedded with countless shrapnel and bullets.

However, he did not give up, and continued to walk forward unsteadily, dodging countless fatal attacks.

Finally, he struggled to a point forty meters from the Steam Tank, raised his saber with trembling arms, but had no strength left to charge, letting bullets pierce his riddled body.

"Snap—"

With the crisp sound of gears meshing, the turret slowly rotated, its dark muzzle pointing directly at Leoni.

Leoni raised his head, a look of despair in his eyes. At this moment, the Earl finally recognized a cruel reality.

—The Holy Fadlan Empire to which he served had long since perished.

In the army of the Embers of the Burned Empire, Leoni saw the pride, confidence, and domineering nature that should have belonged only to the former Fadlan Empire.

"The old king is dead."

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something more, but the terrifying firelight had already filled his eyes.

"Boom!"

Another Earth-Shattering explosion occurred; in an instant, the ground trembled and dust billowed into the sky.

The last Aither Aisel Winged Cavalry of Fadlan died, and this unit will, with the passage of time, completely disappear into the dust of history.

On July 11, 1789 (New Era), the Embers of the Burned Empire declared war on North Aisel Domain without any warning and launched a fierce offensive.

According to their Declaration of War, North Aisel committed the grave crime of "insulting the Embers of the Burned Emperor".

With its main assault force of 4 armored divisions, 3 light armored divisions and 2 air divisions, the Embers of the Burned Empire swiftly tore through the rudimentary defenses of 80,000 men within the duchy on the flat western part of the North Aisel Plains.

They were caught off guard and had no time to prepare, nor even to receive news of the Embers of the Burned Empire's declaration of war, before being overwhelmed by the sudden Steel Torrent that appeared on the plains.

The Empire's armored forces, air force, and Magic Department formed a force capable of rapid, deep penetration, quickly tearing apart and encircling the old, massive army of the Old Fadlan Empire.

Meanwhile, millions of players swarmed out like locusts, relentlessly pursuing any army that appeared in their sight, their tracks scattered across the plains.

This series of devastating news left Duke Walter's remaining troops trembling and cowering in the major cities, awaiting external rescue.

At this moment, countless people in the city looked up at the sun and silently prayed to Amanata. Their only hope was that of the former "Wings of Fadlan" —Walter Graham.

The "Keosius's Secret Treasure" event is still ongoing, with the draw taking place tomorrow at noon. Stay tuned!