As professional soldiers, the black-armored warriors understood all too well what the appearance of a high-ranking knight on a battlefield like this meant. It meant the enemy had a human-shaped, mobile divine healing artifact. As long as the knight could keep the [Song of Life] aura active, the soldiers on his side would never become exhausted or fatigued. On a narrow stone bridge like this, the consequences of a high-ranking knight appearing among a group of brutal, powerful, beastlike enemies were obvious enough for the black-armored warriors to figure out with their toes: it would be a one-sided slaughter!
At that moment, many black-armored warriors who had still been trying to muster the courage to turn the situation around through superior numbers felt their calves cramp. The courage they had just gathered was like a thin layer of snow beneath the blazing sun, quickly evaporating into vapor and vanishing into the air. They could not help thinking of retreat again.
But Sun Fei gave them no time to flee.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
He stomped repeatedly, and another miracle occurred.
A green aura burst from Sun Fei, spreading roughly ten meters and enveloping all the armored strongmen behind him. Pierce and Drogba immediately felt as though their strength had doubled. As they swung their weapons, their enemies became incredibly fragile, like delicate porcelain. They fell at a touch, their resistance suddenly plummeting until they could barely take a hit.
The paladin skill [Might] appeared in the world.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, damn it, that's the [Double Strike] Battle Aura..."
"Heavens, it's a double Battle Aura... That guy has mastered a second Battle Aura. A double Battle Aura... That's terrifying!"
"Retreat, now... We can't withstand them at all... Archers! Damn it, where are the archers? Hurry and shoot them dead..."
The black-armored warriors' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The sight utterly broke them.
The situation on the stone bridge immediately grew even more chaotic.
If the golden aura earlier had only made the black-armored warriors consider giving up their resistance and shaken their confidence, the green aura that subsequently burst from Sun Fei completely broke them, leaving them unable to muster the slightest courage to resist.
On the Azeroth Continent, the knight profession inspired extraordinary fear because of the massive power of the Holy Church. Many professional knight orders held important positions among the continent's complex and interwoven powers. Knights could form legions and sweep away opponents through coordinated combat, while each was also a formidable fighter in his own right. Their powerful recovery abilities and all manner of mysterious auxiliary Battle Aura skills combined miraculous effects such as healing, damage, and curses, allowing them to become the leading figures in war with ease and the nightmare of any type of soldier.
Thus, the moment Sun Fei unleashed his paladin skills, the entire tower-shield and lance formation immediately abandoned all resistance and began an unstoppable rout.
The paladins of the Diablo World had much in common with the knights of the Azeroth Continent. Some of their special skills looked remarkably like the continent's knightly [Battle Aura] skills, both in effect and in the way they were used. This led the black-armored warriors to mistake one for the other, instinctively assuming Sun Fei was a knight who had mastered Battle Aura skills, and they immediately broke and fled.
The powerful deterrence of a "knight," combined with the loss of their leader after Sun Fei kicked the formation's supreme commander, Black Knight [Two], to death, sent the black-armored warriors fleeing and screaming like mice that had seen a cat. They immediately became a chaotic, scattered mob. Some fled blindly and jumped straight off the high bridge, while others, terrified out of their wits, even ran toward Chambord City, where arrows shot from the walls turned them into porcupines...
More soldiers turned and retreated. The chaos was unstoppable, and even another formation behind them, guarding the siege ladders, was thrown into disorder by its own men.
"Good chance! Strike while they're down and finish them off! Charge!"
When Sun Fei saw the black-armored warriors suddenly suffer a crushing defeat and flee for their lives after he released the paladin skills [Prayer] and [Might], he did not know why, but he knew this was an excellent chance to charge. With a shout, he led the steel-helmeted strongmen forward amid the routed soldiers, fighting and killing all the way, and quickly smashed the tower-shield and lance formation apart.
The defensive formation, said to be capable of withstanding a heavy cavalry charge head-on, lasted less than two minutes under the desperate, frenzied assault of Sun Fei and the strongmen before it became piles of severed limbs and fragments of blades, spears, and metal.
The narrow stone bridge became a bloody road of death.
"Pierce, Drogba, hurry and push the siege ladders into the river..."
Sun Fei fought his way forward through a rain of blood, carving a bloody path until he finally reached the siege ladder formation. By now, they had advanced more than sixty meters along the stone bridge. Sun Fei held back the enemies rushing toward them like a black tide on his own, while telling Pierce and Drogba to organize men to destroy the siege ladders as quickly as possible.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The two powerful men, like iron giants, answered him and spun their weapons like windmills, sending several black-armored warriors in front of them flying. Then, like enraged lions, they charged with red eyes toward the siege ladders...
Boom! Boom!
The black-armored warriors desperately defending the siege ladders struggled in vain and were quickly wiped out. The strongmen soon tipped two enormous siege ladders off the bridge, raising huge columns of water from the river below. Spray shot into the sky as though a magical beast were thrashing in the water, an astonishing sight.
Their morale high after overturning two siege ladders, the strongmen pressed on without stopping. Like a pack of hungry wolves, they roared and charged toward the four remaining ladders. Once they destroyed them all, the mission of this desperate charge would be half complete.
Just then-
Mooo! Mooo! Mooo!
A loud military horn suddenly sounded on the southern bank of the Zuli River.
One military order after another, carried by horn calls of varying lengths and melodies, reached the black-armored warriors fighting fiercely on the bridge. But they looked at one another, unable to carry out the orders they received, because the entire series of commands was intended for the tower-shield and lance formation. By now, however, the formation once hailed as the black-armored army's finest defense had been annihilated by the desperate charge of those gods of slaughter!
No one could have imagined that a mere twenty men could destroy a full hundred well-trained tower-shield and lance soldiers. Although only two short minutes had passed before the orders were relayed, they were clearly meaningless now.
Too late!
In two minutes, a powerful defensive formation had already been destroyed with lightning speed.
In stark contrast, the enemy, numbering only twenty-three, had suffered no casualties at all. On the narrow stone bridge, they were still slaughtering madly without tiring, advancing at an unstoppable speed!
The narrow stone bridge became a passage of death leading to hell. Death was calling, and amid flashes of cold light, the black-armored warriors could offer no resistance. Step by step, amid wails and screams, they walked toward the end of their lives.
Soon, the remaining four siege ladders were also tipped off the stone bridge by the strongmen. They fell into the river hundreds of meters below and were swallowed by the rolling waves, vanishing from sight and utterly destroyed.
"Kill!"
Twenty-three furious roars joined into a murderous force that soared into the sky. The blood of the strongmen whose home had been cruelly ravaged was burning. Under their king's leadership, they pressed forward without hesitation. The twenty-three gods of slaughter looked as though they had crawled out of the blood beneath hell, dripping blood from every part of their bodies and chilling all who saw them.
On the two-thousand-meter-long stone bridge, the twenty-three men soon advanced another four or five hundred meters.
With the siege ladders destroyed, the boulder thrower formation lay ahead.
But the farther they advanced, the narrower the stone bridge became, until the entire roadway was less than three meters wide. At the very center of the bridge was a stretch a little over a meter long that was not even one and a half meters wide. It was also the most dangerous place on the entire bridge. The rushing river roared below, and for some reason, a huge whirlpool had appeared on the water there. From time to time, it produced a powerful, strange suction. An ordinary person walking across needed only to be slightly careless to be sucked into the middle of the river, swept away and swallowed by the roaring waves, leaving no remains.
The battle raged on.
Sun Fei led his soldiers forward step by step, drawing steadily closer to the six boulder throwers...
In the distance, cheers rang out across the walls of Chambord City.
The soldiers of the royal guard and the poor citizens who had been called to the battlefield cheered wildly, using all their strength to send their voices to the stone bridge battlefield, where blood burned.
At some point, even some of the elderly, weak, women, and children who had previously hidden in the city in fear climbed onto the walls. Holding all manner of implements they could use to defend themselves, they shouted wildly as they watched their king and their loved ones fight their way through the tide of enemies. That sight was engraved firmly upon their souls, and perhaps many would not forget it even at the end of their lives.
Angela, beautiful as a flower, and the petite blonde Jima watched the battle on the stone bridge through gaps between the fingers covering their eyes. Like girls in a little dark room, fearfully sneaking peeks at a horror movie in his previous life, they could not help crying out at the dangerous moments. Then, whenever they saw the incomparably valiant Sun Fei escape danger again and again, the two would embrace, cheering and jumping for joy.
Lampard, Chambord City's foremost expert, stood atop the wall, his body straight as a javelin.
Although he showed nothing on the surface, a storm of emotions was raging uncontrollably inside him. From the moment Alexander descended from the city wall, through the start of the battle and the smashing of the tower-shield and lance formation, Lampard, as a Three-Star-Rank Warrior, had learned far more than anyone else. Clearly, Alexander possessed at least three strange and powerful forces: terrifying physical strength, a silver icy power, and a noble, splendid power like a knight's. This further confirmed the suspicion Lampard had previously found hard to believe: the person who had displayed four different elemental powers in succession inside the stone room of the gate tower was none other than the young King Alexander.
What on earth happened to Alexander that not only made him a normal person overnight, but also caused his personal strength to advance by leaps and bounds? Could the God of War really be favoring him...?
Lampard could not make sense of it, no matter how hard he thought.
Deep down, however, Lampard hoped even more that the Alexander before him could keep this wonder going. Suddenly filled with emotion, he looked up at the clear blue sky and seemed to see that familiar face again. He could not help feeling a surge of comfort. Old friend, up in heaven, you must have seen your son display his might, haven't you? Perhaps one day he really can grow strong enough to find our missing Helen.
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