Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 2007, 1979: A Mess
Wielding tattered black wings formed from spiritual fire, a skeletal bird flew in from the sky and hovered over this lava hell.

Tonight, too many people here have been harmed to the point of being fatal, yet they cannot die because of the collapse of the world's rules.

Their screams, wails, and pain, their bodies that should have died long ago, attracted the dead birds that used to wander aimlessly in this large area every day.

The cold, blue-white flames flickered on its death hook, and the hollow eye sockets of its skull surveyed the chaotic battlefield.

Its arrival made the entire battlefield even more chaotic.

And it's not just that!

"Boom!!!"

The earth is trembling! It's being excavated and torn apart!

The sudden waves of earthquakes made people who had barely survived the turmoil even more fearful and uneasy.

After Rakad turned everything into lava, the first thing to happen was the dead bird in the sky, which spread its fiery black wings across the night sky and stirred up a gale.

Then came the ground tremors from the lava.

It seems that countless natural disasters and forces are eager to make their appearance on this noisy and chaotic battlefield!
But this is the norm on the battlefield of the Age of Gods.

Even if the golden dynasty were to decline in an instant, it could still unleash its remaining strength to fight each other.

"Roar!!!"

As if corresponding to the dead bird with its black wings of spiritual fire in the sky, a huge and ferocious monster surged out from the orange-red lava ground!

Its overall shape resembles a giant salamander, except that its entire body is covered in scales that look like jagged stone spikes, and it has a pair of small, somewhat deformed wings on its back.

Its flat, gaping mouth roared to the sky, and scalding magma kept gushing out from its wide mouth.

"A lava earth dragon?!" Someone on the battlefield recognized the monster and shouted in bewilderment and frustration, "Where did this thing come from? Did it dig a tunnel all the way to the walls of Rodel?"

However, this argument that panic caused by the sudden change was immediately refuted.

"You think you can dig through the ground near the walls of Rodel with just a lava dragon? Look closely, the ground here is very solid. That lava dragon evolved on the spot!"

But in any case, the already chaotic battlefield is now in a state of utter chaos due to the appearance of the two monsters.

Lan En grabbed the mane of the Qilin, who hadn't yet gone far: "You don't need to go find Ge Fuya, Qilin. Now I need you to stop that dead bird!"

In this era of collapsing legal order, the consequences of letting the dead bird burn its body are still unclear.

In the past, we ignored it because there was nothing we could do for those who had already suffered fatal wounds; those people themselves could no longer bear it and wanted to be free.

But if the Death Bird were allowed to move freely now, it would probably burn the bodies of everyone who was unable to move on the battlefield with its spiritual fire!

Even setting aside the question of where these people's souls will end up, the fact that undead beings are born from their bones is already enough to cause chaos in this situation.

The Qilin, whose mane was being pulled, looked up at the dead bird circling and screeching in the sky, then looked back at Lan En.

His ruby-like eyes were wide open.

"Huff?"

'You want me to go fight 'ghosts'? Me?'

"It has a physical form; it's a guide for souls, and it's not like it's untouchable."

The Witcher didn't waste any words with the ancient dragon of the New World; he slapped it on the rear. The Qilin kicked up its heels and ran away.
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five minutes ago.

The terrifying, vengeful spirit of the skull has not yet appeared in the sky.

On the battlefield, among the Rodel knights who surged forth like a golden torrent, there were actually quite a few other unseen forces besides the knights of the royal city.

During the time the city was besieged, in addition to secretly doing something with Double Finger, King Cifu also issued edicts throughout the border region to gather the help of powerful people, and even their loyalty.

The Golden Dynasty was, after all, the first unified dynasty in the history of the border region, and King Cifu obtained the throne.

This appeal stemmed from the prestige of the Golden Dynasty, and its strength was beyond question.

And so there were quite a few strong individuals willing to respond to the call of the Blessed King at this time of crisis.

"Hoo~!"

The howling wind was fierce and violent. Among the ranks of the Rhodes Knights, there was one man who did not ride a warhorse but fought on foot.

But every time he moved, he was accompanied by a swirling gale, and his power was far greater than that of most of the Rhodes Knights!

Look closely, this person is wearing a suit of silver armor, the style of which is exactly the same as that of the lost knights of Gevya in the demigod alliance!
If it weren't for the various prayers emanating from them and the golden light emanating from them, it would be impossible to tell which side they belonged to.

The Knight of the Lost Land was a knight who lost his master after the Storm King's defeat.

After his defeat, his status was equivalent to that of a knight-errant or mercenary. The reason why Gofia had so many knights who had lost their homeland was simply because he was granted the Ningmgford region, which was originally ruled by the Storm King.

These knights who had lost their homeland simply accepted the new rulers nearby.

However, not all of the knights who once served under the Storm King were brought under Gofia's command.

For example, right now, this powerful figure wielding two swords is sweeping through a large area of ​​the demigod alliance!
Oreg, the Knight of the Lost Land, was once one of the Storm King's two wings! In the long years since the Storm King's defeat, he did not submit to Griffia, but wandered the border regions of Nymgford.

Only now, after the King of Blessings issued a decree, has he come from the border region to the royal city under the golden tree.

He gained Rodel's trust, even being allowed to join such an important raid.

However, he was ultimately a knight who had lost his homeland. Even disregarding his identity, his combat skills and tactics were completely out of step with the uniformly trained knights of Rodel.

The only reason he was qualified to come to this battlefield was because he was strong enough!

A fierce wind howled between Oreg's dancing swords!
With a knight's sword in each hand, Oreg walked along the edge of the golden torrent of Rodel knights.

He didn't participate in the overall group charge, but even on the edge, his advance against the demigod alliance was no slower than that of the heavy cavalry regiment!
Until he was stopped by someone.

“Bang bang bang!!!”

The two swords clashed repeatedly with the handle of a long spear, producing only a dull, muffled sound.

There were also no sparks produced by metal collisions.

It's more like two surging air currents colliding and pulling against each other.

The explosive and surging air currents between the two burst out from the gap in their confrontation, already sending a large number of people flying!
Legend has it that as one of the "Twin Wings of the Storm King," Oreg's twin swords, when wielded, can sweep away a hundred knights!
It now appears that the rumors were true.

But those who could stand in his way seemed to be no weaker than him.

And that man was also a knight who had lost his homeland.

The silver armor worn by the two men was the standard style of the Knights of Lost Home. In the whirlwind they stirred up, the air currents passed through the patterns, making the sound even more mournful.

The ancient dragon ornament on Oreg's helmet howled in the wind, while the Lost Knight opposite him had his bright red hood around his helmet and shoulder armor fluttering.

Even though the two lost knights met on the battlefield, they didn't exchange many words.

After all, the once brotherly relationship between colleagues had become a thing of the past after Storm King's defeat.

From the moment we meet on the battlefield, it is clear that we are enemies.

In Knights of Lost Home, there are roughly three types of weapon combinations.

One type is a long-handled axe-spear, another is a sword and shield set, and the last type is dual swords.

Because the types of weapons and moves are very simple and direct, the battle between the two sides has already escalated to a white-hot stage from the moment they face each other!
Both characters unleash the same [Summon Storm] skill, creating massive whirlwinds around them, but in opposite directions.

After being hedged, they actually offset a significant portion of the losses.

The Knight of Lost Home's dual-sword swordsmanship is quite different from ordinary two-handed martial arts.

When most people practice dual-wielding weapons, what they want is a rapid attack frequency and a continuous offensive rhythm.

Therefore, when they dance, you can often see that those people are simply a ball of sword light, as if they want to scrape half a pound of flesh off the enemy in one round of contact.

However, the Knight of Lost Home's two-handed swordsmanship appeared to be much slower than the others.

With great force and heaviness, his body spun as he wielded the two swords.

His pace wasn't fast at all, but once the two knight swords started wielding, the gap between them was too small for the opponent to launch an attack.

Because a strong wind was constantly circulating and blowing around Oreg.

The Knight of Lost Land's dual-sword technique is not about speed, but about gaining greater control over the storm and increasing the intensity of the storms he creates.

It is precisely because he wants to use his twin swords to unleash an even greater storm that Oreg's twin swords appear so heavy when he wields them.

"Bang bang!"

His body was spinning again, and he only managed to unleash two sword strikes in one rotation, but the earth was cracked and the surging airflow spread everywhere!

It was mixed with blood.

“You’re injured, Malca,” Oreg suddenly said in the gust of wind. “Who is it that would injure someone like you less than twenty minutes into the fight?”

Oreg's voice came through the vents in his helmet, carrying the same wind-like sensation as his combat skills.

He knew very well that his attack had not touched his old comrade-in-arms on the other side; the blood was being forced out of his body by the impact.

At this moment, Oreg realized that the enemy was not holding the standard axe-lance of the Knights of the Lost Land, but rather a common Nymgolf spear.

Malka... his weapons were even destroyed or disarmed?

Oreg was surprised, which is why he said a few more words during the fight.

However, the lost knight opposite, whose helmet was covered by a red turban, did not appreciate the gesture.

Even in his speech, he appeared to stutter and be irritable.

"Get out of my way!"

(End of this chapter)