Chapter 158 The Escalating ‘War’ (3 Updates)

Worse was yet to come. As the retinues who followed the knights in the charge, their equipment was gone. The horses did not disappear, but all the harnesses did.

right! From the horse's bridle, to the horse armor, to the saddle, and even the nailed-on hoofs, everything disappeared without a trace. Only the horses themselves remained.

As knights' retinues who have received more than ten years of horse riding training, they did not embarrass the knights. Even if there was a sudden change, they still immediately hugged the horse's neck, or grabbed the horse's mane, and clamped the horse's belly with their legs. Take control of your body.

But the galloping horses would inevitably trample the knights rolling on the ground in front of them.

For a moment, the charge formation was in chaos.

Almost dead, almost stuck, hundreds of barbarians holding high primitive big wooden sticks rushed up when the knights were in the most confusion.

Seeing the enemy approaching, and even seeing bright red minced meat sandwiched in the opponent's badly mutilated teeth, a protective knight immediately got up.

Looking at the big stick that hit his head, the Guardian Knight made a blocking movement with his left hand.

It is true that he lost all his equipment, but as long as he injected the divine light power into his left arm, his arm would be as strong as stone.

who knows……

The arms were raised, but the expected divine light did not light up.

He was like a target waiting to be hit, and he took a solid hit.

How violent would it be when a two-meter-tall, extremely burly barbarian uses all his strength to wield a one-and-a-half-meter-long stick thicker than an adult's calf?

This apostolic knight truly experienced it with his own life.

"puff!"

Extreme violence!

When this terrifying power developed from fighting in the wilderness period was brought into full play, a tragedy happened.

The Guardian Knight's head was like an exploded watermelon, with brains and blood splattering everywhere.

This was just the beginning. The huge force poured down, and his spine, sternum, and all internal organs were all smashed into a ball in an instant.

It was obviously a big wooden stick, but the power it produced was like a saber, almost splitting the entire knight in half.

"Be careful! We have lost our extraordinary power!" A knight immediately screamed.

Not only was it impossible to use secret or divine spells, but even the attribute bonuses brought to the knights by extraordinary power disappeared.

All they can control is the most primitive power that belongs to them!

A guard bravely rode his horse towards the primitive barbarians, but he and his horse were knocked over by a stick. It was only the final momentum of the horse that knocked over a barbarian.

With bare hands and only a pair of underpants left on their bodies, the knights and servants had to desperately use boxing to fight against these barbarians who were "armed even above them".

Relying on their skilled fighting skills, some knights achieved certain results.

Unfortunately, the biggest difference between war and small-scale duels is that there is no room for maneuver on the battlefield.

Without the blessing of extraordinary power, when a stick sweeps across a three-meter space, there is very little the knight can do.

Anyone who doesn't have time to lower himself down will at least have his arm broken on the spot once he's hit.

Captain Lonnie, who was in the central phalanx, was so jealous that he shouted for the second squadron to pick up some simple weapons such as wooden sticks on the battlefield and rush over.

Useless!

An invisible red halo denied the entry of the second squadron, as well as all long-range firepower and spell support.

"Legion Commander! No! The space is misaligned!" A mystic exclaimed.

Lonnie was shocked and angry!

It's like the opponent deliberately set up an extremely primitive arena. Not only does it limit the number of entrants, it also limits equipment, dueling methods, etc. Once it starts, it can't be stopped.

The knights were all anxious, but they could only watch helplessly as their comrades were dragged into the lowest and most primitive hand-to-hand combat by those idiot-like barbarians, and then completely crushed by their rich experience and overwhelming equipment.

The original showdown was brutal and bloody, and ended pretty quickly.

In less than ten minutes, the only thing left on the small battlefield in front of him was the wanton laughter of a hundred primitive people.

"War! War! War!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

They sang "War" in hoarse voices!

Their victory was the greatest blasphemy to the protective knights who died heroically.

Captain Lonnie was shaking with anger.

The light and shadow suddenly changed in front of his eyes, and in front of most of the fighting knights, the barbarians turned into streams of light and flew into the sky.

The clouds in the sky became even lower, and in front of everyone, the clouds at the end of the horizon turned into a huge scale.

This scale is so big, it feels like if the entire Caribbean was placed here, it would only be of this size.

On the tray on the right stood the victorious barbarians. Their appearance tilted the balance slightly to the right.

The knights and retinues who had just died in battle, together with the dead barbarians, flew to a place similar to an altar below the scales.

No, this should be the bet on the gambling table.

The hearts of Lonnie and all the knights were suddenly tightened.

Things clearly went beyond everyone's budget.

This is undoubtedly a special law of war. It is completely conceivable that the previous Samsara Knights fell into the hands of Gu Xin like this.

What's even more annoying is that so many people died, but Gu Xin's face was not even seen.

The gray clouds in the sky formed an hourglass, and the clouds symbolizing sand were falling rapidly. This clearly told them that there was still another game, and there was not much halftime left.

Captain Lonnie clenched his fists, turned around and shouted: "Your Excellency the three judges! And Your Excellency Destiny! Please come over and get together!"

Soon, they rode over, and this time the big guys gathered together.

Lonnie couldn't care less about his face: "Head-on confrontation is what the Knights are good at. If you have any ideas about this weird situation, please enlighten me! This is related to the safety of all of us, and even the whole world!"

Judge Tony spoke first: "There is no doubt that this is a special law of war. He has dragged us into the most primitive war between tribes."

Judge Anthony: "What I don't understand is why Gu Xin, a mere Sequence 5, can bring so many Beyonders into one world, formulate his own laws, and deprive us of the connection with the goddess."

Lonnie was a little anxious: "No, I'm not interested in tracing the origins. I just want to know, what will my colleagues and I face next?"

Abner touched his chin: "About [War], shouldn't we ask the experts first? Who else knows more about war than [The Erudite]?"

Everyone turned their attention to Mark.

Mark glanced at the battlefield and did not hide it: "If it starts from the most primitive war, then after the Stone Age, it will be a battle of bronze weapons. Please prepare bronze weapons immediately for team battles."

Lonnie's eyes were as big as copper bells: "Where can I find bronze weapons and armor to equip my brothers?"

"It doesn't have to be bronze armor, at least some spears with bronze spearheads. Do you still want the knights to fight the enemy unarmed? Look at the battlefield. Since the opponent has set such a law, they will not force the lock The dead side has no chance of victory. This does not comply with the basic laws of illegal power."

The so-called basic law is that [there is no law in the world that perfectly restrains all existence], that is, there is no so-called certain death.

Lonnie got it right and shouted: "Did you hear that? Hurry up and collect the bronze weapons! If it doesn't work, it's better to remove the spear head and use it as a stick than the weapon disappearing."

The knights suddenly understood:

"Remove the armor and all the iron equipment from the horses. Keep the reins and saddles, maybe they will be useful."

“Cut the iron off the saddle and replace the pedals with leather straps.”

"Leather armor! Leather armor should be allowed."

"Hurry, hurry! Time is running out."

Seeing the knights preparing for battle in a panic, the three major judges were all a little worried.

Helena secretly pulled Mark and asked, "Can the Knights win this battle?"

"The less you lose, the less you win." Mark sighed.

He finally figured it out. The final decision on the balance was based on the total number of winners in each game.

"Lite's knights must be the best." The third princess Marian said suddenly.

She was convinced of it!

Unfortunately, Mark compared the history of earth and here. He didn't need to foresee fate to know what Bronze Age warfare was about.

However, nomadic civilization has never appeared in the vast land of the Wright Empire...

A mixed force of five hundred knights and retinues entered the battlefield, and at the same time, the red light in the distance swayed again.

When the knights wearing leather armor and standing ready saw the enemy, they were collectively stunned.

It was five hundred knights on ponies.

Their appearance is very strange, except for the head part, the rest is human-like. Only the head was wrapped in bundles of long cloth, forming a slender oval shape similar to a winter melon.

They made strange screams and galloped on their horses. Before the guardian knights could react, they took out their flexible recurve bows and fired with the wind.

"Boohoo!"

The bows and strings quivered in unison—

The next moment, everyone outside the field saw a swarm of locust-like arrows flying into the sky, turning the air into a bunch of pockmarks. Then the arrow rain stopped at the highest point and rained down on everyone.

"defense!"

Following the knight captain's scream, the arrows whirred and pierced into the crowd.

Even if the knights quickly removed the iron covering from their shields, they would still have a shield to defend themselves.

However, the defensive power of a pure wooden shield against copper arrows can only be said to be just okay.

Once hit, most of the arrows were blocked by the wooden bars of the shield, and only a few penetrated the gaps into the knight's arms or body.

With the knights using shields to protect their vitals, the arrows caused almost no direct damage, but the horses couldn't bear it!

The poor horses with many arrows in their bodies made a sharp neigh, and either fell down and died, or stood upright in pain.

Even if they withstood the rain of arrows, many knights were hit by arrows in their arms and thighs, and the situation was not optimistic.

"Charge forward! Only by rushing forward can we have a chance of victory!" the knight captain shouted desperately.