Chapter 373 The Long Night (14)

It's just a mess.

The current Marshal Rick came to this conclusion easily. He didn't quite understand the meaning of the Bretonnians bringing these auxiliary soldiers to the battlefield. Letting them stay behind could avoid a lot of trouble.

He listened to the farmers praising their leaders, and watched numbly as the ignorant people collected everything thrown away by the knights along the way, whether it was broken lances, damaged clothes, or various items from the fallen knights.

From time to time, riots spread among the crowd, and hundreds of people fought over the broken guns thrown by the Holy Grail Knights. Even the imperial soldiers who tried their best to maintain order could not stop them.

He was fed up with this job, but there had to be an officer trusted by the Emperor to keep an eye on the Bretonnian army, at least until the Bretonnians left the Empire's borders.

He must stay here, even if what he wants most now is to greet his colleagues on the other side of the river, rather than coexist with the ignorant people who like to cause trouble - he does not even have the power to violently suppress this chaos, after getting the king of Bretonnia Until he allows it, he can only let it spread.

Simili took the brass beastman's battle ax with his left arm, and endured the pain and cut off the beast's head with his sword.

A dazzling light lit up on the other side of the river, and fewer and fewer beastmen were crossing the river. In the end, no beastman boats even came to Baker Port.

Relying on their numerical advantage, the defenders killed all the warhorns and minotaurs after suffering heavy casualties. It was only then that Sharya's priest belatedly arrived for post-war treatment.

Fortunately, they did not all die in the disaster, otherwise Simili's left arm, which did not receive timely treatment, would have been completely destroyed.

On the Pegasus, Henry the Magnificent wanted to stop the chaos on the ground, but his raised hand was taken as a revelation by the obsessed pilgrims, which instead intensified the chaos on the ground.

He was sure that as long as any Holy Grail Knight dared to speak at this time, he would be regarded as a divine revelation by the villagers - this had been the case in the past, even if the Holy Grail Knights did not want these self-proclaimed apostles to continue their fanatical behavior.

There were rumors that some of the Holy Grail knights who died in battle did not meet their deaths with dignity. Henry was certain that this was not a rumor. He did have colleagues whose bodies were crushed by the swarming crowds of fans before they died.

Henry had no reason to punish devout people, so it was better to let some of his irascible colleagues do the unseemly behavior.

He could only order a timely halt to the pilgrims' riot when the chaos became irreversible.

Perhaps that was the purpose—to attract attention to idol worshipers.

The slightly poorly equipped infantry regiment did not fall into chaos like ordinary Bretonnian peasants. They followed the commander's orders and firmly protected the two wings.

Of course, as far as Henry knew, the lords who had fulfilled their obligation to arm them allocated enough money for them to fully arm themselves. A generous lord would not want his infantry to not even dress uniformly, which would make them lose face.

Henry also knew that these people donated part of the money that should have been used to purchase equipment and uniforms to the Sharya Temple. He had no intention of exposing the people's behavior, and his moral character supported him to sit back and watch the people's spontaneous behavior.

Stingy lords would even swallow the generous bounties that should have been given to the infantry. These bounties were supposed to be spent on food, clothing, housing and transportation for the infantry. But obviously, the knights who failed to win the favor of the Holy Grail did not possess comprehensive virtues.

The horse-riding attendants proudly patrolled the path passed by the knights' charge. Obviously, the mighty knights' charge cleared the beastmen thoroughly, and all they could get was the envy and jealousy from the same class.

King Gaston's order was brought by a Pegasus knight.

The chivalrous knights defeated the beastmen's reinforcements, but they also fell into the wave of undead, and these reckless young men needed support.

The Holy Grail Knights regrouped, and the roaring boulders fell on the battlefield that was still going on beneath them, but no knight had the intention to pay attention to this battlefield where the victory was already decided.

They need a stronger enemy to prove their bravery, and they only hope that the goal designated by the goddess will allow them to do their best.

Nagash suddenly waved his hand toward the darkness, crushing the heart in his palm, and spit out a blasphemous name:

"Return! Valachi Harken!"

The dead Blood Dragon Knights appeared one after another in the darkness, and powerful warriors occupied the open space in front of Taranhof Castle.

The ancient warriors it knows and can be remembered by have returned to the world one by one. As the conqueror of death, if it is willing, it can also summon more lingering undead spirits.

The patron saint of the dead cannot stop it, for he is the master of death.

Nagash stepped down from the magic circle. Its troops had already gained the upper hand. Now they only needed to take advantage of the unpreparedness of all parties to rush into Milkavala and seize the divine corpse.

Of course, it now has to send some vampires to stop the reptile.

Luther Haken?

A deranged vampire rode a Terrorbeast, whizzing past Lynch and crashing straight into the engine beam that Lynch unexpectedly shot into the sky.

Naturally, it was obliterated in the light.

It died so quickly that Lynch didn't get a full view of it in time.

But Lynch can find a sense of familiarity in it.

Something seems wrong. This "Emperor of Lustria" has long been torn to pieces by the cold-blooded race.

Nagash, who was leading the knights to march north, suddenly paused, and the jumping flames in his eyes rarely swayed for a while. In the end, he just continued north calmly without doing anything extra.

Groups of vampire pirates used gunpowder to wash the scales of the lizard men. Lynch was sure that the one who flashed past was Luther Harken.

Groups of abyss guards appeared after the dead sailors, but these vampires had no master to guard.

They were like swarms of mosquitoes, and their skills could not make up for the power gap between them and the cold-blooded champions. Lynch easily broke through the formation of the undead and spread his beam to purify the musketeers one after another of the undead.

Their backward artillery can only blast Lynch's scales into pieces, and their arrows can only get stuck in the gaps between the scales. Before their gunpowder can continue to fall on Lynch, the lizard man's "wound" is healed.

The exaggerated volleys of guns and artillery fire were just a fireworks display, and they could not stop the lizard men who were determined to move north.

The continuous vampire attacks could not make Lynch pause. By the time a group of human knights from the north rushed over, the lizard men had already wiped out half of the undead army on the way.

Big Ulric, covered in blood, looked at the light in the south. Humanity's phototropism allowed the white wolves to find the right direction. Encouraged by the battle priest, the soldiers who had been fighting for a long time once again burst out with strength and rushed towards the light.