A clamorous, multicolored torrent of Wandering Nobles, Godrick's Soldiers, Exile Soldiers, Kaiden Sellswords, retainers, Grafted Blades soldiers, Demi-Humans, miners, Erdtree Guardians, Misbegotten, Claymen, skeletons, and Imps collided with the equally tightly packed army of Deadpool, like two streams of paint mixing.
Where their jagged lines met, colors did not blend. Blades, spears, swords, and halberds tangled together, immobilized along a hellishly narrow front. Those in armor could still withstand the blows; those without a scrap of protection were reduced to pulp in an instant.
Across the smoke-filled battlefield, war cries and draconic roars rose and fell.
The Banished Knights charging at the very front rode the storm. The spectral knights among them became ghostly shadows and plunged deep into the enemy ranks in an instant, their weapons whipping up a bloody slaughter as severed limbs flew through the whirlwinds. Close behind, Cleanrot Knights charged the enemy beneath drifting rings of Miquella's light. Their radiant spears flashed, pinning enemies attempting to take flight in midair.
The ground and low skies formed the most chaotic, brutal meat grinder. The ubiquitous Ancestral Followers became the dragons' nightmare, firing Ancestral Spirit's Horn Arrows whose power did not diminish even across more than ten kilometers. Dragons hovering in the air to chant Word Spirits kept plummeting with agonized cries. Oracle Bubbles blown by the Oracle Envoys floated low overhead, slow but deadly. Once a diving dragon struck one, horrifying wounds were instantly blasted into its body.
A Deadpool with draconic wings took flight, evading the Ancestral Spirit's Horn Arrows and Oracle Bubbles before escaping the alternating attacks of Harpies and Stormhawks. He landed in a safe area and attempted to unleash the Word Spirit Heaven and Earth as the Forge. The next second, however, the ice abruptly shattered. A sharp beak burst through it, spiderweb