Chapter 372 The Long Night (13)

The existence of "Blood Drinker" Skarbrand resonated with the killing, and his cruel and violent soul infected all the warriors present.

Even if there are only residues left of it, it is not an existence that mortals can contend with.

The desire for bloodshed and war burst out in everyone's hearts, and all those who were close to the demon went crazy.

Louis wanted to stop the urge to swing the knife, but this urge came from instinct, from the deeper depths of his soul.

More and more humans are picking up swords and fighting with their companions. The advance team who should be the first batch of stormtroopers fearlessly forget their mission while fighting each other.

The demons joined in shortly after, and the free folk who had persisted with Louis until now were dead, the priests of Sigmar were dead, and the Reik guards who covered their attack also fell in vain under the demon's axe.

Anger fills the mind of every creature, and hatred only accelerates people's descent into the abyss.

At some point, everything fell into place.

"Despicable! Sigma!"

The demon's earth-shaking screams echoed in the wilderness, and the bloodthirsty desire retreated from human hearts, leaving only powerless regret and self-blame.

The griffin threw down the big demon who was drinking blood in the crowd, and the human emperor smashed the big demon's head with Gael-Malaz.

The blazing white flames burned the war hammer and the demon it touched. The demon's dying struggle gradually calmed down amidst Magnus's sudden burst of amazing power, until it turned into a ball of ashes in the flames.

But the strange thing is that the vampires did not dissipate with the dissipation of the big demon, they still exist here.

The conscripted farmers were dressed in various costumes, and the pitchforks and blacksmith hammers they used to work in the past were tightly held in their hands. No one could remain calm under the strange and strange night in a foreign country. The roars in the darkness were mixed with the distant sounds. Guns and artillery were enough to frighten the courage of this night march.

But their lord is here.

When Bretonnian knights prepare for battle, they are respected or feared throughout the Old World.

Legendary knights are covered with divine glory, and extraordinary warriors inspire the most humble peasants with their fiery faith on their war horses.

Chivalrous knights always liked to be the first step at the king's command, and these insolent young nobles were always eager to show reckless prowess.

The majority of the people admired and appreciated their bravery, and their eagerness for praise caused many dangers to be eliminated before the farmers could get close to them.

The kingdom's Imperial allies appear to be experiencing some hiccups, as Port Baker across the river is under siege by beastmen and undead.

The knights of the kingdom will solve these little troubles for the people of the empire, and they happen to be on their way.

The noble Pegasus soars in the sky, and more than two hundred Holy Grail Knights, each with his own famous name in the world, are here, just above people's heads. Under their radiance, the humblest peasants also have the opportunity to fight the enemy to the death. Motivation and will.

Their trembling hands were able to draw bowstrings and assemble trebuchets.

The knight lord's direct infantry regiment firmly protected the flanks, but their approach seemed completely unnecessary. All it took to deal with the enemy was a fearless charge by the knights.

The peasants fired several rounds of arrows into the darkness in twos and threes. The archers who had no accuracy were naturally laughed at by the imperial people. However, the red-faced peasants did not care about the ridicule of their comrades at all. There were not even knights. to scold them.

Because their mission is to harass the enemy, even if no enemy is hit by arrows, it is not a big deal to them.

The lord did not ask them to kill all the enemies. On the contrary, if all the enemies really fell to the arrows, the knights would be unhappy.

When the knights are at a disadvantage on the battlefield, it is time for them to devote their lives to fighting the enemy, but the most pessimistic peasant would not think that the army commanded by King Gaston would be at a disadvantage.

Well-known legends are in the army. They have slain dragons, defeated the warriors of the evil god, and single-handedly swept through the green-skinned armies!

These impressive stories have put victory before the eyes of the warriors - they are invincible because the living saints are in the army.

If the crowds of people hadn't cut off everyone's sight, in just a few minutes, fanatical farmers would have wrapped around the heroes in the epic just to catch a glimpse of them.

If they can touch the armor and sword of the living saint, the ignorant people are even willing to fight for it. This is a rare opportunity to contact the nobles, and the Holy Grail Knights will not even fight them off.

A cheer broke out on the side of the infantry regiment, and the unknown peasant archers also cheered. It was not until the Holy Grail Girl illuminated the darkness with light that people knew why the infantry regiment was cheering - the knights of the kingdom were charging.

The overwhelming cheers gradually couldn't suppress the boiling sound of horse hooves. The elf war horses shuttled smoothly through the forest, leading warriors fully armored to pierce through the vast sea of ​​beastmen.

Suddenly it started to rain. It wasn't until the rain touched people's cheeks that they realized it was milk.

The crows were chirping, and the trees in the forest withered into rotten wood in an instant, and a ferocious human face-like outline was born.

Fear dominated mankind along with the crows, and when the evil whisper suddenly appeared, all the flying horses in the sky rushed toward a forest area in the east.

The vision came to an abrupt end with the roar of the Holy Grail Knight. Just as people believed, the demon would only flee in front of the hero.

The overwhelming crowd of crows went their separate ways before they could land.

The fanatical crowd was inspired. Under the stunned gaze of the Imperial Alliance Army, this group of fools even launched a charge on their own, rushing forward with the knight army.

They broke into even louder cheers and took the time to scrawl a few rounds of arrows as they advanced.

The beastmen had already wailed and turned into mud under the horses' hooves, and the forest floor was covered with their broken bodies and arms pierced by lances.

The gods knew who the arrow would fall on, but the arrow was deflected by an invisible force before it even got close to the knight.

Most of the time, all they have to do is cheer.

Otherwise, who should witness the knight's bravery?

The mighty torrent of steel penetrated all the evil spirits wherever the light reached, and the arrows that fell sporadicly on the front line were the final result of the heroic performance of the fools. Just as every "Brontonian veteran" expected, the knight The master solved everything by himself.

People praised the names of the legendary knights and chanted their names over and over again, as if they were praising gods.

Some fanatics even knelt down in a pool of blood and worshiped the knights soaring in the sky in the distance.