"Ho ho... ho... ho ho..."
The short, thin Dick struggled to say something, but only a desperate growl from his throat escaped his wounded beast. He watched helplessly as Lampard's arm slowly withdrew from his chest. The last expression on that once arrogant face was one of pleading. Then, the longsword in his hand clattered to the ground, and he died. Lampard gently pushed the cold body to the ground.
Just then, a deafening battle cry and flames appeared in the distance, turning half the sky red.
Lampard was startled, his body swayed, and the next second he appeared on a giant tree a hundred meters tall.
He looked into the distance and saw the entire grassland engulfed in flames. He knew that Gordon Brook, the commander of the Chambord Army Corps, had succeeded in his brilliant plan. However, the thought that there was still a near-peak Peak Four-Star Class expert in the enemy ranks made Lampard anxious again. Even if the fire burned all the more than a thousand Black Riders to death, it would definitely not kill such an expert. Brook did not have anyone else by his side who could contend with this expert. Once the enemy broke through the sea of fire, the situation would take a sharp turn for the worse.
He had to go and provide support.
With a clear whistle, the twenty-odd Chambord horse archers who had disappeared earlier emerged from the woods and appeared under the trees.
"Lord Lampard!"
"Is everyone here? Are there any casualties?"
"Reporting to your Excellency, everyone has arrived. Only Andy and Taylor sustained minor injuries; the rest are unharmed. None of the two hundred and fifty Black Rider invaders escaped; they are all left in this forest!"
"Good, well done. But the battle isn't over yet. Now we'll split into two groups. You two go immediately to support Lords Drogba and Pierce, and I'll go to rescue Lord Brook... Remember, the situation is urgent, so be quick!" Lampard's gaze swept over the faces of the twenty warriors, some of whom were still bleeding. Although they had the advantage of knowing the terrain and had wiped out more than two hundred Black Riders in the forest, the price of these twenty men's return was not low. However, there was no time to worry about that now. He could only say softly, "Take care!" and then his figure flickered and disappeared from the spot in an instant.
A silver streak of lightning flashed through the air as Lampard dashed towards the distant hill adorned with a banner bearing the double-headed dog-axe sword.
At the same time, a series of rapid whistles rang out, followed by the sound of hooves. The warhorses that had been abandoned outside the forest galloped back, and the blood-soaked warriors of Chambord City spurred their horses on, racing wildly towards the distant meadow...
There, their brothers are still fighting to defend their homeland.
"Chirp, chirp, you two poor little mice, where do you think you're going?"
The black knight Allen, with his messy blond hair, chuckled. His body blazed with blue Dou Qi aura, and with a casual flick of his wrist, streaks of azure sword energy shot out like arrows from the sky towards Drogba and Pierce. Grass clippings and yellow leaves flew everywhere as the two Golden Knight fled in terror, their heads in their hands. Only two plump buttocks and pools of blood could be vaguely seen in the grass.
He was playing a game of cat and mouse, enjoying the desperate cries of his opponent as he fled.
"Haha, stop and rest, hehe, with such serious injuries and so much blood loss, do you think you can still run away?" Allen's yellow hair flew wildly as he leaped into the air. In mid-air, he saw the two people fleeing ahead. His Sharp Sword unleashed streaks of azure sword energy, whistling away like aerial bombardment, kicking up clouds of dust and grass on the ground.
Imperial Knights' Hall Allen, having been ordered by a high-ranking official to assist several King in battle, naturally knew that the two fleeing men were important figures under King of Chambord. Taking their heads would be a great achievement, and the rewards would be substantial. Therefore, he ignored the other Chambord archers who were escaping and focused solely on Drogba and Pierce, giving them a relentless pursuit.
After a series of attacks with Dou Qi, blood was seeping everywhere in the grass, leaving bloodstains. Clearly, the two guys were seriously injured and were about to collapse.
The chase continued.
but--
After chasing for more than ten minutes, Allen gradually sensed that something was amiss.
"That's strange... After losing so much blood, even two water buffaloes would bleed to death, so why are these two still so lively and slippery like rats?" Allen stood still, no longer giving chase. Just then, he patted his head and realized that he had gotten lost in this meadow full of withered grass all the way here.
"You two cowards! I'll go and massacre Chambord City first, then we'll see where you can run to!"
Allen's eyes darted around, he deliberately shouted loudly, and then turned and left.
He wasn't bluffing; he genuinely wanted to leave. If those two rat-like, worthless Golden Knight didn't show up, he would really have to go. Lingering here too long, although he could gain merit, would mean that if his companions conquered Chambord City first and looted it to their heart's content, leaving him with nothing but gold and silver, he wouldn't even have a chance to drink the leftovers if he arrived late.
"Hey, don't go! You're such a spoilsport. We're having so much fun, why do you have to leave?"
"That's right, you haven't caught up with us yet!"
Two tall, burly men appeared with sly smiles. They emerged from the dense bushes behind them and quickly chased after Allen, cursing and swearing, clearly dissatisfied with his last-minute retreat.
"Haha, you two cowards..." Allen laughed as he turned around, sword in hand.
He was about to mercilessly mock the two worthless Golden Knight as cowards, but before he could finish the word "coward," he suddenly froze, his eyes fixed on what Drogba and Pierce were carrying. They were the headless corpses of Black Riders from both armies, long since dead, held like chickens by the two shameless burly men. With a slight squeeze, a large gushing of hot blood spurted from their severed necks, dripping onto the ground and forming mottled bloodstains...
"You... how could you..."
Seeing the two burly men grinning like lewd ghosts who had stolen dragon eggs, yet their bodies were spotless, without a trace of dust or grass, let alone any wounds—they were practically shamelessly clean—this scene made Allen instantly understand many things.
I was tricked!
No wonder he always felt that the two burly men who were running away with their heads in their hands were bleeding far too much blood after being 'wounded'. Ordinary people would have turned into mummies long ago after losing that much blood, how could they still be running? It turned out that all the bloodstains that made him laugh so smugly were actually 'squeezed' out of the bodies of his own soldiers by these two bastards, and he was still laughing triumphantly!
"You... you are unforgivable! You deserve to die a thousand times!" Allen roared.
" Paul, look! Look! That blond kid looks like he's been driven mad by us!" Drogba laughed smugly. "What do you think of my idea?" He then answered himself, "Haha, it's fucking brilliant!"
" Didier, I'm becoming a pervert because of you!" Capricorn Gold Saint Pierce felt that he was originally a fearless and hot-blooded man, but now, under Drogba's influence, he was developing in the direction of a pervert.
"You will all die!"
Already fuming with smoke billowing from his head, flames shooting from his eyes, and white Allen rising from his ears, Allen roared as the azure Dou Qi around his body surged, emanating a sound like the ebb and flow of tides. His Sharp Sword, pulled by an invisible force, suddenly rose into the air and began to spin rapidly, faint ripples of water spreading outwards from the blade...
"You two stinking rats, you've really angered me..."
With a soft shout, the Sharp Sword enveloped in blue Dou Qi suddenly transformed into lightning, slashing out countless strange and chaotic sword beams in the air. Patches of two-meter-high grass around it fell down. The sword beams slashed faster and faster, becoming increasingly sharp, until finally they were too fast for the naked eye to catch. The sound of the tides rose all around, as if one were in a vast ocean, surrounded by a sky of blue.
" Dou Qi Technique... Raging Waves Overlapping!!"
Allen roared and swung his longsword repeatedly. Instantly, the sound of surging tides intensified, like a deafening roar. At the same time, countless blue sword lights flashed, forming a wave-like sword that swept towards Drogba and Pierce from all directions, with unparalleled sharpness!
"Oh no, this kid's gone berserk..." Drogba cried out, then suddenly shouted, "Long live His Majesty the King... Taurus Cloth, descend upon me!"
Before the words were even finished, something strange happened—
His massive, bull-like body suddenly seemed to lose gravity and floated up eerily. Then, a black light emerged from his forehead, transforming into a square black iron box about one meter in size. The box was vividly engraved with a golden bull with horns charging wildly. The next moment, the box burst open with a roar, and golden light shot out. A huge black steel bull charged out from within, instantly splitting into 125 armor pieces. As if they were alive, these pieces transformed into streaks of golden light, automatically flying through the air before finally clinging to Drogba's body.
The moment everything was completed, a golden bull totem composed of 125 dazzling stars seemed to pierce through the dark void and appeared incredibly behind Drogba. The bull carried a vast, mysterious, surging, and ancient aura. It raised its head and roared, and its aura was so powerful that it made people want to kneel down and worship.