Chapter 39: Wrath of the Kingdom

One of Exeter's light infantry tightly held the mace in his hand, breathing steadily, and rhythmically tapped the thick wooden shield in his left hand, closely following the footsteps of his teammates in front of him.

As one of the more than a dozen combat captains under Li Luoke's brigade, he was in his early thirties, and this was not the first time he had been on the battlefield.

Men of the North, whether farmers, hunters, craftsmen, or woodcutters, were born to fight with swords - and sometimes even women.

How happy and glorious it is to shed blood on the battlefield and fight the most powerful enemy to the death, while the survivors drink the wine of victory.

Every time he swung the mace, he could feel the faint sound of bone cracking in the enemy's body, which made him more excited and excited.

For example, now, the 30-something-year-old combat captain roared happily, followed up with his companions, and slammed the mace into the head of an undefended starman.

He roared and drew his mace, blood spraying his face.

The next moment, the battle captain rushed towards the star man who had made up for him without hesitation.

But they—this group of star people are really tough, he thought so, swinging his shield and knocking his opponent sideways.

With this level of casualties, if it was an ordinary army, their morale would have collapsed and they would have fled in all directions.

Unless they are elite.

Unless they have an equally tough and competent commander.

The combat captain swiftly and skillfully dodged a dangerous stab from his opponent, and the blade brushed his right forehead.

"Hey, you're a veteran."

The combat captain laughed out loud, and smashed the enemy back with a hammer.

"Click—bang—crack!"

A sound of hoofbeats and collisions, as well as the sound of the sword cutting through the armor, came from the side.

A thick and ferocious male voice came from the horse: "...Let's go find Rumba!"

The Starmen who had formed a defensive formation all cheered up, shouted loudly, stepped forward, followed the knights on the horses, and charged backwards towards the Exeters.

The combat captain's expression changed: They are about to break through.

only,

Why is it facing north?

Although the siege to the north is indeed weaker than that of Broken Dragon Fortress...but even if they break through, they will still be facing the Grand Duke's barracks and other more elite troops, right?

And... that knight who rushed out of the formation?

It was a murderous man, wielding a big sword vigorously, a head was lifted up in the flash of the sword light, and the blood and flesh were scattered, and the horse under his crotch knocked them into the air.

There is a child tied behind his back, with a big silver and black bow...

etc!

The combat captain's pupils shrank.

Is that... the bow?

next second.

"he!"

"It's him!"

Exeter's infantry combat captain yelled frantically, as if he had found the most lucrative loot, and no longer cared about the panting star veteran in front of him.

Grinding his teeth excitedly, he rushed towards the horse without hesitation.

The combat captain drank crazily:

"The Wrath of the Kingdom!"

Many of the Exeters shook their heads and turned to the man on horseback.

The combat captain raised his shield over his head to defend the man's big sword, and beat the mace towards the horse's belly with the mace in his hand.

But the big sword didn't strike as expected, and was blocked by his shield again.

Instead, it trembled in the man's hand, stabbing and twitching downward.

The combat captain only felt a cold on his right collarbone, and the pain hit him.

The horse passed by his side, his knees gave way, and blood gushed from his shoulders.

But he still struggled to deliver the weapon in his hand.

The mace slashed across the horse's belly, opening another wound on the already scarred horse.

The war horse screamed and fell in front of him together with the man.

Hehe, at least... I stopped the mount of Kingdom Fury.

The combat captain thought hard.

The shield was out of his hand, and the combat captain clutched the bleeding wound on his shoulder, feeling the pain that penetrated into his lungs, and tried his best to raise the mace, trying to hit the man who got up from the ground and the boy behind him.

And then, my final blow...killed Kingdom Wrath...he thought.

But as soon as this idea appeared, a petite figure in a cloak came from behind, and the machete attacked sharply, cutting off his right hand holding the mace.

"ah!"

The combat captain howled in frustration.

In the next second, Genard, who came from behind, chopped off his head with a sword.

"That's right," Genard panted and said to the corpse, "I'm a veteran."

The soldiers of the Fury Guard rushed forward one by one, pushed aside the enemies blocking the road, and fought hard to get to Alaka Mu's side.

At this time, Putilei and the others were barely able to keep up with Araka.

The battlefield became chaotic because of the breakthrough of the stars.

"The Wrath of the Kingdom! He's here!" Many Exeter soldiers shouted excitedly, and the news spread quickly on the battlefield.

In the front, side, and rear, countless Exeters, like sharks smelling blood, roared and rushed here.

"Really?" Wyatt from behind said dissatisfiedly, "He's like a target! He's still carrying His Highness behind his back!"

"Don't doubt your commander!" Putillai also fell from his horse, and he hurriedly marched in the triangle formation used by the soldiers for assault: "At least believe in the reputation of the Kingdom's Wrath——His Royal Highness is the best by his side. safe!"

Thales lay nervously on Alaka's back, resisting the dizziness from falling off the horse: "What should we do now?"

Araka held the sword in both hands coldly, split the light armor of an enemy on the left, and let the opponent lie on the ground and howl.

He looked at the Iron Fist banner that was not close, and looked at the countless enemies swarming in the fan-shaped area in front of him, and said coldly: "The mount can only take us so far."

"Shock formation!" Alaka shouted loudly, shaking his whole body, and Thales, who was next to him, clearly felt that Alaka's heart beat accelerated, his body began to heat up, his muscles swelled, and trembled rhythmically .

Like a predatory beast ready to hunt.

He immediately realized...that this was Araka's finishing power—in his field of vision, Alaka was like a raging volcano, with dull and terrifying explosions constantly emitting from inside.

Araka gritted her teeth, holding the sword in her right hand and the leather sheath on the spine of the sword in her left hand, dragging the weapon behind her, and rushed towards the multiple enemies in front of her.

The remaining soldiers of the Fury Guards usually followed his sides by reflex, followed their commander, and ran towards the opponent without hesitation.

Arakat protruded at the very front, like the tip of a wedge.

The five weapons in the front row roared towards him at the same time, three aimed at the head and chest, and two were divided into left and right.

The next moment, Araka let out an angry roar from his throat, kicked his hind legs on the ground, lowered his body, and rushed into the range surrounded by weapons!

Thales, who was tied tightly, lowered his head as much as possible, and pressed against Araka's shoulder tightly. Even so, he still felt at least three weapons whizzing past his head.

Araka swallowed violently, the blood vessels in both arms dilated, sending out an explosion-like strength, and the huge two-handed sword was fiercely drawn, bringing out a bloody arc in the air!

"Puchi..."

The three weapons, together with the three forearms, escaped from the master's control and fell powerlessly from midair.

Blood spattered on Thales' forehead, making him grit his teeth and frown.

Does it have to be this bloody every time?

Arakali ignored the attacking weapons from the left and right, screamed and crashed into the arms of the infantryman holding his right hand and howling, and knocked him down fiercely with an elbow.

The Fury Guards on both sides were only one body slower than Araka, and rushed forward with roars, stopping the enemy before the two weapons that Araka missed hit his left and right vitals.

The guard soldier on the left successfully stabbed the sword into the opponent's lower abdomen, pushed away the opponent who was screaming in pain, ignored the result, and continued to follow Alaka to rush towards the second row of enemies.

The guard soldier on the right was unfortunately cut into his shoulder blade, but he still rushed forward desperately, throwing the enemy to the ground, and another soldier stepped over the two wrestling two people on the ground without looking at him, making up the conical impact formation , move forward again.

In just over a second, the ferocious Alaka, who was at the forefront of the formation, jumped forward and broke through the first row of enemies.

He didn't slow down, and continued to rush forward.

But within his close range, oncoming was a team of five experienced veterans. Three of them held shields and knives, and two held axes, staring at Araka vigilantly.

"Kingdom's Wrath," said a person in the middle in a deep voice, "You can't make it through...uh!"

Before he could finish his words, Araka stabbed fiercely with his sword, piercing straight into his shield. Under the terrifying strength and momentum of the impact, the blade protruded from the other side and sank into the enemy's chest.

But the blade got stuck in the shield and sternum.

The enemy groaned in pain, still struggling to fix Araka's great sword, trying to let the three people around him take his life before he died.

An ax blade roared first!

Araka didn't hesitate at all, he swung his left fist frantically, and hit the center of the big sword with terrifying force!

With a clang, the great sword snapped!

Araka roared forward, kicked down the second shield-wielding veteran, then swung his left wrist out, brushing against the side of the ax blade, pushing the ax blade away from his head.

Under the shocked eyes of the enemy, the ax slid across Araka's left forearm, taking away a piece of flesh.

The broken blade in Araka's hand pierced the axe's neck before he could react.

The last two enemies roared and attacked Araka, but the latter didn't even look at them, and just continued to charge forward wholeheartedly!

Just the same as before, the anger guards on both sides, who were one body behind, rushed forward to take away the threat of the remaining two for the Kingdom's Wrath. Still rushing forward desperately, keeping the integrity of the formation and the safety of Alaka's side.

Thales suddenly understood something.

They, the sword and shield soldiers of the Fury Guards, are using their lives to cover Araka's flanks, allowing the latter to focus on breaking through the front and center enemies undisturbed, ensuring his unstoppable terrifying impact to the maximum extent.

In just over two seconds, Alaka broke through the second row.

The next batch of enemies was ushered in again.

The two current enemies were holding spears, and the spear points were firmly pointed at Araka's heart. They made up their minds that no matter how Araka advanced, they would rely on the movement of the spear points to push him back.

The other three were tightly covering their sides.

But Alaka didn't give them this chance.

He yelled violently, and the power of the explosive wave surged to his right arm, like a volcanic eruption, and violently threw the extremely damaged Broken Blade in his hand!

The howling of death lasted for a few tenths of a second, and the tip of the blade with the remaining flesh and blood was piercing into the face of the first spearman.

He trembled violently, pointing at Alaka's spear in his hand, and it fell powerlessly.

"No! Brother!" Another spearman next to him screamed mournfully.

Araka's face was ferocious, he put his hands on the front of the hanging spear, yanked it, and pushed the spear out fiercely!

The power of termination erupted again with the stabbing spear, and another spearman who roared wildly was hit firmly in the chest with the force of a battering ram, and fell to the ground amidst a muffled groan, the hissing stopped abruptly.

The spear was retrieved from Araka's hand again, and then was used as a stick by the latter. While swinging it with great force, it ruthlessly swept towards the bottom of the remaining three people!

Araka turned his spear without changing his face, stabbed one of the three fallen people to death, and then continued to charge forward without looking back.

The guards on both sides followed up again, taking care of the remaining two by the way.

"How long can you maintain such an impact?" Thales looked at the densely packed enemies in front of him, looked at the Iron Fist banner in the distance, calculated the time and distance in his heart, and asked in Alaka's ear.

"Long enough." Araka said in a deep voice, rushing towards an enemy with a sword: "As long as my guards are still there."

In five seconds, Alaka broke through the third row.

Under Thales' stunned eyes, Araka threw his spear steadily, stabbing the thigh of the person facing him.

The unarmed Kingdom Fury rushed forward, dodging a sword strike, but also left a wound on his right arm.

The soldiers of the guard rushed forward again, using bravery and sacrifice to solve the enemies on both sides for him.

Amidst the crazy roar, an ax blade pierced the wind, and Kingdom Fury took two steps forward without looking at it, grabbed the thrown spear shaft, dragged down the enemy who was holding his thigh and gnashing his teeth, and turned around quickly at the same time , Use the spear shaft to block the cutting ax blade.

"Crack!" The spear shaft broke, and Araka seemed to have expected it long ago, holding the broken spear shaft, he turned around, and the broken spear slammed hard on the bridge of the axe's nose!

The moment the ax bearer grunted and closed his eyes, Kingdom Fury threw off the broken spear shaft, accurately grasped the ax handle between the two hands of the ax bearer, and pulled him towards him. Then Araka hit the opponent's already injured nose with a chilling violent head hammer, and snatched his axe when the opponent fell to the ground in a daze.

Araka leapt past him, and the panting foe hugging his spear-pierced thigh, and charged on.

In eight seconds, Araka broke through the fourth row of enemies, and one member of the guard died.

Eleven seconds later, Araka chopped off the heads of the two with an axe, broke through the fifth row, and the two guards died.

Sixteen seconds later, this time two chain armored infantrymen who were obviously officers came, and Araka hacked back a shield soldier with an axe. After spending some more time, he finally grabbed a short sword and stabbed it into the unprotected ground of the two officers. Eyes and throat, breaking through the sixth row.

In nineteen seconds, Araka easily pierced one person's habitual hand with his flying sword, and then used the enemy as a shield to jam the axes of two people, twist their necks, and use one of them's ax to cut through the chest of the fourth person. The seventh platoon broke through, and one member of the guard died.

Thales stared at all this dumbfounded, watching the unarmed Araka, with his brave and violent momentum and instinctive fighting skills, snatching the enemy's weapons and breaking through countless opponents' interceptions.

Could this be... what the second child in the previous life said, "Knights don't die with bare hands"?

Under the impact of the Kingdom's Wrath, Exeter's light infantry line was like a thin sheet of paper, and he quickly penetrated at the speed of a training run.

"Damn, won't he be tired?" Huai Ya, who was panting behind him, cut the throat of the screaming enemy on the ground with his sword, and watched Alaka's impact in amazement: "We ran all the way, and we never stopped!"

"Is this the first time you've heard his nickname?" Puttilai snorted lightly.

Ada on the one side just pursed his lips: This guy, when facing multiple enemies and multiple blows, his movements are smoother than five years ago.

In a few minutes, they had broken through more than twenty rows of enemies.

But the Fury Guards on both sides are still sacrificing.

Thales realized with worry: Araka's teeth were clenched tighter and tighter.

His breathing became more and more urgent.

His physical strength...how long can he last?

With a cold face, Araka drove the hammer into the face of its original owner, pushed away the screaming enemy, and rushed to the next person with a roar.

It was an officer, well armored, with a terrifying double-sided ax in his hand.

He was shouting something loudly.

It seems to be a commander—Thales thought while listening to the other party's orders, frowning.

Kingdom Wrath is a legend.

Exeter's soldiers have all heard his name—and the legends of his battle.

There was a whole star of anger in that terrible man.

No one has ever been able to stop his onslaught.

At least that's what Mammon Leroch, the commander of Liroch's light infantry brigade, heard.

To this day he has witnessed this with his own eyes.

Li Luoke—this six-and-a-half-foot-tall Northland man frowned deeply. While watching his brigade being penetrated by the opponent as if entering no one's land, he was stroking his double-sided axe, licking He licked his teeth, eagerly looking at Alaka in front of him.

With Li Luoke's super strength, he could have been a heavy-armored sword-axe combat captain, but those damn heavy armors are too expensive, and...he prefers to be a commander.

Many fighters who are red-eyed will lose their minds, only madness, lack of defense, and little resourcefulness.

But he won't, Li Rocco knows well that the truth of the battlefield is not about killing, but about surviving.

Li Roque took a deep breath of cold air. He looked at Alaka who was breaking through, at Thales behind him, at the guard soldiers on both sides of him, and smiled slightly.

I have found your weakness.

Kingdom Wrath.