The Real Eternal Night Wall

Fabien led more than ten fully armed Third Tier heavy Knight, speeding in from the inner Defense Zone and instantly cutting into this muddy meat grinder.

A thick, broad back suddenly rose before Todd, like a row of human walls, protecting Todd and the other surviving warriors behind it.

Fabien charged ahead, his Holy Silver cross-shaped Cross-Shaped Greatsword tearing through the air with a deafening sonic boom, before slamming head-on into the hard skull of the Horned Rhino.

"When--!"

The deafening clang of metal clashing tore through the Long Night, making the entire trench tremble.

The Third Tier behemoth was struck headfirst by the sword, sliding backward, its hind hooves digging two deep furrows in the mud, and it let out a mournful cry.

Todd stood in the bloody mud, staring at the row of heavily armored figures blocking his way, before finally catching his breath.

He mechanically bent down, gripped Captain Kyle's tattered collar with both hands, and dragged his heavy body a few steps back along the swamp.

He didn't want this body to be trampled into the mud by Knight's heavy warhorse or Magic Creature's iron hooves.

But when Todd's gaze swept over Kyle's scarred face, his eyes wide open in death, he felt no extra sorrow.

The crossbows on the city wall didn't move just now because the first stage of the Horned Rhino's black and gray bone armor was as thick as Pig Iron, and Heavy Repeating Crossbow would mostly just waste their energy firing at it.

The trenches were filled with infantry engaged in close combat, and it was highly likely that their own men were pinned to the mud walls, Horned Rhino unharmed. The initial order from the tower was for the frontline infantry to use their formation to hold off the behemoth until the high-ranking Knight entered and took over.

Even Shien hadn't anticipated that this group at the front lines would force the Rhinoceros to the point of Horned Rhino and succumbing to blood boiling.

Fortunately, the few seconds Kyle held on with his life were just enough for the Knight's reinforcements to arrive, preventing the losses from escalating further.

At this moment, large patches of dark red muscle on the back of the Horned Rhino were fully exposed, and the infantry formation, under the cover of the Knight, completely withdrew from the area of fire coverage.

With a sharp whistle as the high-pressure steam valve burst open, the long-charged Semi-Automatic Steam Repeating Crossbow finally fired.

Fifteen Refined Steel arrows, fired in sets, tore through the billowing white steam with a dull whistling sound, and pierced deep into Horned Rhino unarmored back and thigh muscles of the Rhinoceros.

A shrill, agonizing howl immediately rolled from the berserk beast's throat.

The heavy, direct impact instantly interrupted its charge, its massive body pinned to the spot by the steel arrow, scalding blood gushing down the trembling shaft.

"Spread out! Cut the flanks! Press down on its lower body!" Fabien's rough voice broke through the roar.

The dozen or so Third Tier Knight immediately dispersed into formation, their coordination clean and efficient.

Fabien pulled on the reins, urging his warhorse to stand at the edge of the wreckage where the First Ring ice slope met the trenches, and his Third Tier- tier Platinum Battle Aura suddenly exploded.

He raised his heavy sword and struck it heavily with the spine of the blade against the large Refined Steel shield hanging on the side of his horse.

"Clang!" The sound was crisp and fierce, carrying a naked provocation.

The Horned Rhino, now completely enraged, turned bloodshot and charged toward Fabien with a roar, its back riddled with steel arrows.

Just as the behemoth strained its hind legs, Fabien yanked the reins hard, causing the horse and rider to slide half a body length to the side.

Having lost its heavy bone armor, the giant beast had long since lost its balance, which it could barely maintain. Its foreleg, carrying the momentum of its entire body, sank into the slippery mud.

The entire force of its forward momentum crashed back onto itself.

The massive body tilted uncontrollably to the side, crashing violently against the Frozen Tundra wall.

At the very moment the body tilted, the nerve ganglion at the junction of the beast's right scapula and neck bone, which was usually hidden in the thick flesh and joints, was completely exposed.

"Stab!" Fabien roared.

He and two Church Knight pounced at the same time, their three greatswords thrusting out simultaneously. The platinum sword energy tore through the darkness and viciously twisted into the extremely narrow crevice between the bones.

The dull thud of the blade piercing bone rang out, and the cervical vertebrae of the Horned Rhino were instantly smashed, and its central nervous system was also severed.

The berserk beast, which had been rampaging through the trench just moments before, didn't even have time to let out a final, complete wail before its massive body crashed into the blood-soaked pit, completely collapsing into a pile of dead flesh.

However, Grand Fabien's hand was still tightly gripping the greatsword, the blade still embedded in the Magic Creature's core, warm brain matter slowly dripping down the blood groove.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

At the top of the Inner Fortress tower, the triple bronze bells, symbolizing extreme danger, rang out once more, shattering the brief respite that had just been felt in the trenches.

Fabien's eyes twitched. He roughly pulled the heavy sword from its crevice, sheathed it with a backhand motion, and with a stomp of his boots in the stirrups, he mounted his horse.

More than ten Third Tier Knight, covered in blood, simultaneously pulled on the reins and abruptly turned the vehicle around.

In the darkness on the western side of the defensive line, a scarlet distress signal was flashing frantically.

More than ten riders rushed into the thick smoke in the blink of an eye and disappeared completely.

The Knight Commander didn't even glance at the corpse of that Third Tier magical beast.

Todd stood alone in the ditch littered with mangled flesh and limbs, his hands gripping the silver-plated spear tightly, his gaze fixed blankly on the direction the Knight had gone.

In the Inland tales of the Eternal Night Wall, there are countless stories of Knight slaying behemoths amidst flowers, applause, and heroic odes.

But in reality, the trenches and pits of the Eternal Night Wall were nothing but one war after another, devoid of any romance.

Todd slowly lowered his head.

Captain Kyle's mangled body lay submerged in a dark red puddle that reached above his ankles, the gaping hole in his chest still visible, pierced by a horn.

That scarred face looked like it would open its mouth again and start cursing at any moment.

Over the past ten days or so, it was this person who repeatedly dragged him back from the jaws of the monsters.

Todd stared silently at the corpse.

He remembered that when Barris died a dozen days ago, his chest felt like it was blocked by a red-hot iron, suffocating and painful, and he wished he could immediately grab his spear and rush out to pierce through everything in front of him.

But at that moment, he subconsciously inhaled a large breath of cold air with the smell of blood, waiting for that familiar feeling of collapse and anger to rise again.

But nothing happened.

Todd raised his gloved hand and wiped his eyes hard, but his dry tear ducts couldn't produce a single tear.

My heart was still beating steadily in my chest, one beat after another.

His mind was a mess, a jumble of chaotic thoughts swirling within him.

Kyle is dead, so I have to take over these three remaining squads from the surrounding area.

The oak shields used for frontal impact reduction were completely shattered. The headless corpse on the left still had an intact Pig Iron round shield tied to its arm, which needed to be torn off immediately and placed in the front row.

Several people with hook and fork hands were injured; we need to pull back those who can still stand.

Otherwise, if the next wave of Magic Creature crashes in, this trench will be torn open.

Immediately afterwards, an inexplicable chill slowly crept up my spine.

Todd looked at his reflection in the puddle.

That face was covered in black blood, mud, and other people's brains, and its eyes were cold and wooden.

The Eternal Night Wall never gives anyone a chance to catch their breath, nor does it allow for slow, agonizing grief.

One moment your comrade is cursing you in the ear, the next he's a corpse in the trench that needs to be dragged away as quickly as possible.

Todd closed his eyes tightly, forcing back the absurd, nauseating feeling that rose in his throat.

When he opened his eyes again, he didn't say anything. He just bent down, grabbed Kyle's hind legs with both hands, and joined his comrades, whose faces were also numb, in cleaning up the mess.