When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 572 Dusk Dawn (9k8, four chapters in one, read the final battle in one go)
"How about it?"

"The injury is too severe." The high-ranking monk drew a cross on his forehead helplessly, "Sir Alphos has been summoned by the Lord. We can do nothing."

Lying on his back on a large bluestone, the shadow of a sand dune obscured Alphos's godless face.

This once proud son of heaven, the champion knight now had crooked eyes and a slanted mouth, a sunken cervical ridge, a broken neck, and a tall nose that almost touched his chest.

He still had his eyes wide open before he died, as if he couldn't believe that he would die like this.

There was a flash of uncontrollable sadness in his eyes, and Prince Condé reached out and closed his dull blue eyes.

Turning his head and standing up, the prince looked at the flags fluttering on the distant mounds.

Since Alphos's fall, the mercenaries' attacks have weakened a lot.

Even though there were orders to supervise the battle and hunt down deserters, they still showed signs of being lazy and cowardly.

Their training and battlefield experience far surpassed those of the Saviors, but they were no match for the Saviors in morale.

At the beginning, they were able to continue to advance the front line, but as time went on, casualties became heavier, and facing the distant victory, they had long lost confidence in themselves.

It was around 4 p.m., almost 3 hours since the war started.

The two sides fought back and forth, and although each side suffered thousands of casualties, both mercenary groups had lost nearly one-fifth of their troops and were on the verge of collapse.

As for the guards and soldiers, after suffering more than a hundred casualties, they had already retreated from the mound and began to flee.

Even Prince Conde could no longer order the remaining infantry to continue the attack.

In order to prevent the infantry from retreating, Lacunio also sent the knights led by Edmund to help Prince Condé stabilize the situation.

At the same time, Edmond also brought a cruel message from Lacunio to Prince Condé: "This battle cannot be fought any longer. We must withdraw our troops."

A cloud of dust rolled in. Prince Condé looked directly at Edmund who had just returned from putting out the fire. "How many casualties did our knights suffer?"

"We still have more than 250 knight gentlemen in our company."

Prince Conde closed his eyes slightly. By gathering the remnants of the knights from the previous battles, he brought with him four companies of imperial orders, totaling more than 4 people.

But at this moment, according to Edmund's numbers, they only had barely over 1000 men still able to charge into the battlefield.

The rest were either seriously injured or turned into cold corpses.

"Your Highness." Ellard jumped off his horse and saluted Prince Condé. "The Third Imperial Order Company of Alphos has been reorganized and is ready to serve at any time."

Prince Kongdai looked at the battlefield that had fallen into a brief lull and asked casually, "Erad, do you think we can continue fighting?"

"We can fight, but... it's difficult." Elad held the cross pendant, "The Lord is on our side, and victory is not urgent."

"You are really as slippery as a catfish." Prince Condai said jokingly while looking at the fluttering black and red sun flag, but he could not stop feeling humiliated and resentful in his heart.

Prince Condé has realized that Lacuno is right and the war can no longer be fought.

Horn's side suffered only one-tenth of its losses and their morale was high, but he had already lost more than one-eighth of his own troops.

With the death of Alphos, the gap continues to widen.

The most important thing is the test of willpower. Morale and willpower are very important in a specific battle. They have fallen into a disadvantage in all aspects.

His back molars kept grinding, and for a moment Prince Kongdai was actually a little dazed. In the duel on the front battlefield, he lost to this monster who was a farmer a year and a half ago, and lost to a group of short-haired rebels who were farmers and ordinary people half a year ago.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, although Prince Condé felt extremely uncomfortable, he could only give the order with difficulty: "Retreat, knights, go to the sides and cover the mercenaries' retreat."

"Are we going to withdraw now?"

The faces of the surrounding knights showed humiliation.

They are the Imperial Company, the most elite knights of the Kingdom of Leia. Unlike the counterfeit knights of the Royal Charter of France, each one of them is an elite knight who is strictly selected and trained.

Not only did they not attack the chariot formation, but they also had to retreat after both sides deployed their formations for a direct confrontation.

Is that Imperial Command Company still the invincible Imperial Command Company of the Empire?

Several imperial edicts have been thwarted by Horn, and it could be said that the Salvation Army was taking advantage of the situation.

But now, if they retreat, then wouldn't the Imperial Order Company really be no match for the Savior Army?

"Your Highness, I have actually been watching from the high ground for a long time and have figured out their rotation patterns and loopholes." Edmund, who came down from the high ground to support Prince Condé, could not help but say, "The clockwork gunners on the right line of the enemy were transferred to the high ground, and the frequency of using that kind of large gun is much higher than that of the other two lines.

They can't be without restrictions, so the right line must be weak.

Let Galian hold them back on the high ground. While they are moving, we will quickly rush from the depression to the slope, and then go up the saddle-like aisle to the third slope without going downhill. Then, as long as we walk through a 100-meter corridor, we can..."

"Forget it. Your Highness and Mr. Lacunio have already made their decision. And if you are accidentally hit by a musket with this strategy, can you guarantee that Your Highness will not end up like Alphos?" Frowning, Elad interrupted Edmund and said, "I advise you to be more pragmatic!"

Edmund patted his chest and bowed before Prince Condé. After a minute-long silence, he still heard a very troubled sigh: "Since the order to retreat has been given, let's retreat."

Filled with helplessness and humiliation, Edmund ran towards the mound.

Standing beside Alphos's body, His Royal Highness looked towards the battlefield with melancholy in his heart.

There was only a little over an hour left until evening, and the sun was still setting in the west. Under the gentle sunlight, the Salvation Army was like a black iron mountain pressing down on the mound.

Between the mounds and depressions, there were horses running around without an owner, wounded soldiers bleeding and wailing, the corpse of a knight twitching suddenly, and the flag representing the Goldfinch family just casually thrown on the ground.

It simply doesn't seem like he could fight a battle like this.

At the pass of the Gaotai Mountains, Horn’s flag, which at that time did not have the black and red but only the sun symbol, was so close to that flag that if it had not been for the old knight, he would have caught the rat.

Later, he sent the earl with the imperial decree to pursue them, but they still escaped from the Black Bone Swamp and ran to the territory of the Duke of Kush.

There was a battle for Jeanne d'Arc and a battle for Grand Rapids, and three edicts were lost in a row.

Until now, he held four imperial orders and two elite mercenary regiments, but he was still hesitant to advance under the sun flag, as if he would never be able to touch that simple battle flag.

But today, he has given everything and tried his best, but he is retreating again.

Would he continue to retreat? If so, why did he drink the dragon potion?

"Ohh Ohh ohh--"

"Why are you rushing me?" Prince Kongdai was already in a bad mood. When he heard the urgent horn sound from the high ground, he couldn't help but stand up and curse, "Didn't we say we should retreat? Why are you still blowing the horn?"

But as soon as he stood up, he felt something was wrong. There were scouts everywhere on the highland plains, and they didn't seem to be preparing to withdraw.

As if he had thought of something, Prince Kongdai suddenly jumped up and climbed up the sand dune using his hands and feet. Ignoring the flying arrows, he straightened his body and looked towards the plain.

The bushes trembled and frightened birds flew away in groups.

On the road between the fence and the houses, the fluttering blue flags rushed in like a pouring flood, splitting the sky and the earth and heading straight towards the river beach.

Although these knights wore colorful robes, each of them had a piece of black cloth tied on his arm, and if they had the conditions, they would also change the feathers on their helmets to black.

Thousands of knights or mounted infantry were rushing towards this side. The prince was very familiar with the battle flag embroidered with irises and obsidian - it was the battle flag of Grand Duke Meliati of Hermash.

"What? When did they come?" Elad, who was climbing up the sand dune, couldn't help but shout.

As the aides-de-camp and the captains of the lancers climbed up the hill, fear hung over everyone's face like a dark cloud in the blazing sun.

The path that the flood-like cavalry took was the same path that the Imperial Company took when they retreated.

Retreating along the river beach, there are endless streams and mounds, which is an absolute dead end. They can only take those few roads.

Their retreat has been cut off.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." A lightly-armed messenger cavalryman held up his crooked helmet, "Sir Lacunio said that you should take the remaining imperial command companies on the battlefield and return to the high ground immediately."

For a moment, the sand dunes, which had been somewhat noisy, became quiet, and all the knights stared at Prince Condé's face.

They all understood the implication - they had to run away.

"Ha ha……"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Hahahahaha-"

Prince Condé suddenly burst into laughter, or even laughed wildly. He grinned, revealing his white teeth, and laughed heartily, holding his stomach.

Although he was in a dead end, he laughed so happily and cheerfully.

"This is the choice the Holy Lord gave me. This is the choice the Holy Lord gave me! Holy Lord, haven't you already made the decision for me?"

Prince Conde now has two options. The first is to retreat with Lacunio and turn into a war beast, perhaps gaining a territory after Leia is recaptured.

He had to choose the second option, rush forward and cut off the sun flag. Perhaps they would be attacked by Meliati, or perhaps they could drive away the fleeing soldiers and defeat Meliati, who was also at the end of her strength.

Indeed, according to Lacunio's idea, the first option is definitely the safest choice. Since there is no hope of attacking the Saviors, he will have to settle for the next best option.

However, this was not Prince Kongdai's choice.

Learn skills in the city of High Castle, kill enemies in the Kush River, tour the Kingdom of Leia, and suppress all enemies of the royal family and the Pope.

He bears the name of a prince, but was raised as a knight.

He finally remembered that scheming and weighing the pros and cons were what nobles should do.

He was just a knight, and there was only one thing he had to do, and that was to charge! Charge forward without hesitation!
Prince Condé's eyes sparkled: "Edmund, are you willing to be my vanguard?"

"Victory or death!" Edmund knocked hard on his breastplate excitedly.

"Brother Chanoa, give me two more blessings."

Chanoa originally wanted to persuade him, but finally sighed and began to prepare for the ceremony.

Prince Condé rode up to all the knights with a relaxed pace, "Pass my order, gather all the knights of the imperial order! Get ready, charge with me as usual!"

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Putting down the telescope in his hand, Horn turned around and said to Armand beside him: "It is very likely that Prince Condé has escaped. The little gift we prepared for him is still useless."

Holding the flag, Armand smiled and said, "It's better to be prepared. Besides, with the Archduchess coming to help, we don't have to fight any more. Let's take advantage of today's victory and completely defeat these demons."

Looking at the spears and flags standing on the hills, Horn couldn't help but feel excited, but also a little lost.

They had won the battle, but judging by the description of Prince Conde's performance, it seemed that he was already on the path to becoming a Grand Knight.

If he wanted to escape, it would be quite difficult to stop him. Even with Meliati attacking from both sides, it would still be quite difficult.

According to the messenger, Meliati had actually landed at around 2 pm.

However, she didn't know where her confidence in the Savior Army's strength came from.

After arriving, he did not choose to join the battlefield rashly, but instead made a long detour, avoided Prince Kongdai's scouts, and went behind them.

As a result, Prince Kongdai's retreat was cut off. He had to either abandon a large number of troops and escape, or stay and be attacked from both sides.

Horn looked at the ugly intelligence chief in front of him and asked, "What message does your Archduchess have?"

It must be said that the Archduchess took him very seriously and sent the intelligence chief Fili personally to deliver the letter.

"The Lord said that he hopes you can take the initiative to entangle Prince Condé and prevent him from escaping. She will handle the rest."

"You are so arrogant. We planted the trees, but we let you pick the fruits?" Jeshka said sarcastically.

Fili was not angry. Instead, he explained to Horn seriously: "No matter who kills Prince Condé, your contribution will not be erased."

"No, it's not my credit, it's our credit." Horn held the Blood Cloud at his waist and was about to issue an order, but he was stunned. He quickly raised the telescope and looked towards the battlefield.

"What's wrong?" Fili walked up to Horn. "Is that Prince Condé? Why is he... so fast? Wait, he's rushing up the mound!"

In the small circle shrouded in darkness, Horn clearly saw Prince Conte rushing to the top of the first slope, knocking dozens of Salvation Army soldiers into the air more than three meters away.

A phalanx of Salvation Army spears guarding a nearby mound dispersed like sparrows without even waiting for the imperial order for the knights to charge.

"Oh no!" Fili shouted, "It's coming for you! Get on your horse and get out of the way!"

"Hahahahaha." Horn laughed. "Good that you're here. Good that you're here."

Holding Xue Zhaiyun, Horn laughed and turned around, his face full of ferocity and cruelty: "Raise my flag, the higher the better! Let everyone see that I am here and I will not retreat even a single step!"

…………

They broke through the Salvation Army formation that was about to collapse. I don’t know if it was because they all drank the potion this time, so the attack was much easier.

Lying on the horse's back, Prince Condai was panting like a cow, even making a snoring sound. Sometimes even the breathing of the warhorse was not as loud as his.

His heart was beating laboriously, and the blood in his body felt like mercury.

Seven blessings, seven in total: Walking on Level Ground, Eye of St. George, Avoiding Arrows (two), Making Light of Heavy Objects, Heart of a Lion, and Promise of St. Raha.

He even began to experience hallucinations and drowsiness, but this state would not last long. He had to behead Horn before evening.

"charge!"

The four hundred knights, including one hundred square-banner knights and three hundred imperial knights, followed the route Edmund had mentioned, detouring from the right line to the center line, then taking the narrow ridge path, and finally going down to the depression.

The two chapter masters reacted immediately.

"Their target is Your Majesty!"

"Stop them!"

The Holy Gunners on the mound lined up in a row and fired at the charging Knights of the Imperial Order.

The narrow corridors in the depression prevented the knights from exerting their combat effectiveness as they would in a charge on the plains, so they could only pass through in a column.

The Holy Gun Cavalrymen who came from the high ground chased and intercepted the Order Knights' team. The Order Knights and Square Banner Knights on both sides fell one after another.

But soon, nearly a hundred square-flag knights and nearly a hundred imperial order knights took the initiative to stay and tie down the cavalry of the Savior Army.

At this moment, Prince Conde was left with only 200 imperial knights.

"Stop them!" Le Fei shouted and rushed forward with the spearmen.

Brune, Rudilo, Moncet, Coleman, Victor... one by one, the legion commanders, holding spears, led their soldiers and rushed towards Prince Condé's cavalry.

Rudilo's body flew high into the air, first landed among the bushes, and then rolled into the mud.

Brune grunted, and together with seven or eight spearmen, he used his halberds to hook a knight of the imperial decree off his horse.

"Bang bang—"

The saber and the lead bullet hit the horse's neck at the same time. The sweeping warhorse not only knocked down Coleman and Victor, but also tripped up four knights who were too close behind.

The fireball exploded, and seven or eight Knights of the Imperial Order fell off their horses with howls. The Holy Gunner immediately fired the Holy Wind, but did not notice that Monsai, with half of his body on fire, jumped into the black snow and rolled around.

"glory!!!"

"For freedom!! Long live the Thousand Valleys!!"

All the Savior Army infantrymen went crazy. On the hills on both sides, black masses of Savior Army gathered like waterfalls.

Countless lead bullets were concentrated on the knights, and every ten or so steps a knight would be hit in the vitals and fall down.

Before his eyes were endless spears and halberds. The Saviors rushed down from the mounds on both sides like crazy, using their flesh and blood to block the prince.

The spear in the spearman's hand exploded uncontrollably, wood chips flew and hit the breastplate of the rushing knight, making a crackling sound.

One layer, two layers, three layers, Prince Kongdai could no longer count how many layers of soldiers he had rushed through in the last hundred meters of the passage.

Countless lead arrows flew past his eyes, and the blades of swords were bent as they collided.

With each level, several of his former close knights died in battle. From the Knights Templar to the Holy See City, they had always been by his side.

The remnants of the Plantagenet Dynasty were gradually annihilated in the ocean of swords and lead bullets.

The Plantagenet knights that he and Lacunio had gone through so much trouble to save, the loyal knights that they had to borrow money at high interest rates to train, just fell down beside the horse's hooves.

Galien was knocked down by the spiral gun and surrounded by countless spears. He roared and swung his sword, but was shot in the waist. In order to stop Jeanna from rushing, Edmund led dozens of knights to meet her and charged towards the thunder.

Elad was hit on the horse's leg by the axeman and fell off his horse accidentally. He was immediately surrounded by the spearmen.

Every time he passed by the Salvation Army soldiers, it meant the death of an old friend of more than ten years, and Prince Condé's heart bleeds.

But he still raised his knight's sword high: "Charge! For glory!"

However, the Knights of the Imperial Order, whether inspired by the potion or the glory, still ran headfirst into the web of flesh and blood formed by these soldiers.

“Charge!! Charge!!!”

The remaining one hundred or so Imperial Knights shouted with a momentum as powerful as a tsunami.

The hundreds-meter-long corridor had turned into a quagmire of blood and flesh, and Prince Kongdai had reached the end of the quagmire.

The sun flag is flying. This mound is where the demon Horn is located. There is only one last ramp left.

Protected by the knights of the royal guard, Prince Conde could even see the face of the demon Horn, that expressionless face.

"Horn——"

Pointing his sword forward, Prince Condai roared the name.

“Horn!!!”

It’s so close, so close, it has never been so close as it is today.

He had already rushed to the bottom of the slope, a distance of less than seventy meters. Even if it was uphill, it would only take three or four seconds for the Knights of the Imperial Order.

Horn, who was on the hillside, was also staring at Prince Kongdai. He held the blood-covered cloud with his hand. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he did feel it buzzing!
"Horn Garrard!!!" Prince Condé's roar came from the bottom of the slope.

"Charles Gordon Finch!!!" After drawing out the blood, Horn's eyebrows stood up, and he shouted with red eyes and gritted teeth, "The First Guard, move out!"

Rows of fine iron spears and axe spears rose from behind the slope. The spearmen, wearing full armor up to their ankles, made metallic noises and walked to the top of the slope in an orderly manner.

The roar stopped abruptly, and Prince Kongdai's lips kept trembling: "Where do the soldiers come from? Where do the soldiers come from?!"

That demon Horn left a reserve force behind the slope when the battle was at its most intense and almost over!

Damn it, the ones who collapsed as soon as they charged at the second top of the slope must have been the Crusaders wearing the uniforms of the Salvation Army!
A total of three hundred fully armored spearmen emerged from behind the mound, with the word "屮" printed in white paint on the chest of their armor, and rushed towards Prince Kongdai.

Although there were only 300 people, it was the last straw for Prince Kongdai who had charged all the way.

The knights rushing up from below were like a tsunami rushing towards the cliff, while the guards rushing down from above were like a raging mountain torrent.

At the moment of collision, the broken knight's sword and shattered spear shaft flew into the sky at the same time. Every guard monk's eyes were filled with lances and long swords, while every knight's eyes were filled with axes, spears and halberds.

The monks' heads were smashed by horses' hooves, the knights were stabbed down by spears, layers of armor shattered, and the knights in the front row fell one by one.

Seventy meters, sixty meters...

"Charge, pass them and you will win!" Prince Kongdai roared and rushed to the front himself.

Sixty meters, fifty meters...

Dozens of blood-sucking vines rose up and entangled the hooves of the war horses, leaving horrible scars.

"We would rather die than win. Keep charging!" Countless lead bullets, even those from spiral rifles, hit Prince Kongdai, but only half of them were in his flesh and half were outside.

Fifty meters, forty meters...

"Finally, the last bit of road!" After shouting this, the prince suddenly stopped speaking. He stared blankly at the mounds on both sides.

On the top of the hill, the last two Hawk Cannons finally arrived, and the devilish voice of the demon Horn rang out:
"Praise the Holy Wind!"

Lead bullets whistled, iron sand swept across, and pieces of broken limbs and flesh flew out. The original knights' ranks were instantly emptied, and even many guards were accidentally injured and knocked down.

The warhorse neighed, kicked its back and threw the knight behind it off, then fled on the battlefield like a headless fly.

Staring at Horn at the top of the hill, Prince Condé could not move forward even a single step.

The last thirty meters, the last thirty meters, and he will be able to take off the head of the monster Horn.

But these thirty meters were as if time had stopped or even was flowing backwards. They were still moving upwards, but were getting farther and farther away from the battle flag.

At this moment, Prince Kongdai felt despair for the first time in his life.

In the Longsong City Arena, he won 22 consecutive victories as a rookie. He started as a Square Flag Knight and became a Royal Order Knight a year later.

On the Kush River battlefield, he led a hundred cavalrymen into the enemy formation, charged left and right, broke through five military formations in a row, and successfully killed the vampire duke who had no time to escape, and was awarded the title of Golden Lion.

But people have forgotten this title, and there are almost no titled knights who can match him. He is an extremely rare champion titled knight.

Now, he drank the dragon potion, embarked on the road of promotion, gave up all glory and future, but still could not rush to the black and red sun flag.

Still...still!
"Ding--"

Prince Kongdai suddenly curled up, and when he looked down in confusion, he saw an exploding iron flower at the bottom of his chest.

Blood was gushing out of the iron flowers.

After touching his hands covered in blood, he suddenly looked up and saw Horn holding a two-meter-long clockwork gun on the shoulder of a half-kneeling soldier.

"It's time for the legend to end." Horn put down his rifle, his face turning pale.

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Prince Condé didn't even know how he got back to the depression from the middle of the slope.

He only saw countless spears and axes swinging around him, while he swung his hammer to smash the sternums of those civilians who overestimated their own abilities.

His body had reached the depression, but his soul seemed to be still on the slope.

The distance of thirty meters seemed like an insurmountable chasm. He had already realized that he would be trapped under that flag for the rest of his life. Or in other words, would he have the rest of his life?

"Your Highness, Your Highness, wake up!" An attendant shook the prince's shoulder, "It's not over yet, let's keep some distance and charge again, they are already at the end of their strength."

"Yes, let's go to an open area and charge again." As if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, hope rekindled in Prince Conde's eyes.

Most of the Order Knights trapped by the infantry had not yet dismounted. There were still more than seventy Order Knights around him, and it would not be difficult to gather hundreds of more Order Knights.

"Assemble, raise the flag and assemble!"

After regaining command, Prince Condai led dozens of cavalrymen and rushed towards a group of besieged imperial knights.

However, just as he was moving upstream, he caught a glimpse of a cold light out of the corner of his eye.

Turning his head to avoid the arrows, Prince Kongdai looked back and saw a female knight in silver plate armor, with an iron mask on her face, almost as tall as Prince Kongdai, rushing into the formation.

That was—Meliati? Damn it, she actually came here with hundreds of knights.

Facing Prince Kongdai's incredulous face, Meliati led the mountain knights to block the only gap and charged towards him.

"How could you?"

The answer was the Archduchess's furious roar: "I wonder where you want to go?"

However, at the moment the two sides collided, Meliati's left hand flew into the air, and half of the iron mask was cut off.

There was a sudden wound on her fair face, even her gums were exposed, and her right eye was bleeding uncontrollably.

But there was no joy of victory on Prince Condé's face, only shock and anger: "Are you crazy?"

Meliati's lips were stained red with blood, and she smiled very beautifully: "If I'm not crazy, how can I leave you here?! If I'm not crazy, how can I avenge Uncle Wayne?!"

In the moment of crossing each other, Prince Kongdai was not hurt at all, but the head of his mixed-breed warhorse flew high.

The horseless knight, Prince Conde, rushed forward a few meters sluggishly, then fell to the ground.

"Your Highness?!"

"Quick, go save His Highness!"

The surrounding knights turned their horses around and tried desperately to return to the rescue, but they were stopped by the knights with black cloth tied on their arms.

Spears and lances collided with each other, and these knights even clung to these imperial knights and would even jump onto their horses to exchange their lives for theirs.

"You untouchables!"

Prince Kongdai stood up awkwardly, his body covered with dust. He held up his sword and looked around for a horse, but Meliati would never give him this opportunity.

Although her left hand was gone, Meliati's horsemanship was superb enough, and she could easily guess Prince Conte's next move through mind-reading magic.

With her sword in hand, she kept charging past the Prince of Condé.

The sword's edge splashed sparks on the armor again and again, preventing the prince from finding a horse and escaping.

At this time, Jeanne, who had killed Edmund, finally rushed down the hillside and tacitly joined the action of strangling Prince Condé.

Prince Condé, who had lost his horse, was helplessly attacked repeatedly by Jeanne and Meliadie, swaying left and right like a clown in a farce.

The delay of Meliati and Jeanne was not long, but it was enough for the remaining Saviors and Mountain Knights to arrive.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

Dense lead bullets fell on him continuously, and the surrounding Savior Army infantry quickly formed a large circle, separating the other knights who were trying to rescue him.

There were also knights who were able to rush to Prince Condé, but unfortunately the prince's blessing of lifting heavy objects with ease had lost its effect, and the warhorses could not carry him at all.

The Salvation Army in the inner circle continued to assassinate Prince Condai, while the Salvation Army in the outer circle continued to lay down their spears to resist the attacks and rescues of the knights.

He waved his sword feebly to block, and the blessed light on Prince Kongdai's body became dimmer and dimmer. Even the knife marks on the white crystal steel became more and more numerous, and blood flowed out through the cracks in the armor.

His eyes were now stained with blood, and everything became blurry. He could only rely on instinct to block the oncoming lances, swords, and spears.

I don't know how long it took, maybe very long, maybe very short, but from somewhere I heard distant cries.

"Blood covers the clouds... sharpening the swords... Heaven has sent the Holy Grandson to kill the unjust..."

"People who are not fair... come forward and listen... kill all those who are not fair and bring peace..."

The vague shouting became clearer and clearer, until one moment, Prince Conde looked up suddenly, only to see the Savior Army everywhere in the mountains before him.

There were Salvation Army soldiers standing on the mound, there were Salvation Army soldiers standing in the hollow, and there were also Salvation Army soldiers standing about five or six meters around him.

Except for the twenty or so personal guards and imperial knights left by his side, he could hardly find any of the other knights.

The last of the knights fled into the sunset, and the mercenaries surrendered in an organized manner.

Countless black and red flags almost blocked out the sky. The golden-red sunlight fell on the mound, and rows of Salvation Army soldiers looked like golden statues in a church.

These golden statues are shouting, as if they are crying or roaring:

"Holy Pope, Golden Scepter...King of Knights, Silver Embroidered Bed..."

"Those who grow wheat eat chaff; those who weave cloth have no clothes!"

The farmers and common people in the Salvation Army shouted in unison. After a pause, they gritted their teeth and roared:
"While Eve and Adam were working on the fields, were the nobles sitting in the palace?"

Prince Kongdai's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Take my wife... seize my room... kill my couple... good father and mother!"

The shouting in my ears actually had a hint of crying.

"The blood debt must be paid with blood!"

"Blood debts must be paid with blood!"

"Blood debts must be paid with blood!!"

"Blood debts must be paid with blood!!!"

After a moment's silence, the Saviors in the front row suddenly rushed towards the remaining twenty or so Knights of the Imperial Order in the inner circle amidst shouts.

Lead bullets flew, spears waved, and the number of knights standing in front of Prince Kongdai became fewer and fewer, and the number of falcon cannons, fireballs, and even lead bullets also became fewer and fewer.

In the previous battle, the holy power had been exhausted, leaving only the last spearman and the holy musketeer who came with a saber.

In front of countless spears, Prince Kongdai's face turned purple, and when the potion and blessing lost their effect, weakness gradually climbed up his body and heart.

How he wished he could die of a heart attack at this moment.

Unfortunately, as the circle formed by the spears and sabers continued to shrink, he no longer had the strength to commit suicide.

When Horn arrived, what he saw was a fat giant kneeling on the ground, with a halberd pressing on his back, his helmet taken off, his clothes stripped off, and coughing like a broken bellows.

When he knelt down, he was almost as tall as Horn, and his gray pupils stared blankly at the approaching Saint Grandson.

Pink, foamy blood flowed from the corners of the giant's mouth, and his body was covered with scars, blisters from electric shocks, and even more bloody holes.

Some were stabbed by spears, and some were shot by lead bullets.

His broken body was like a sieve, even light leaked through it.

When the prince looked up, Horn could see blood holes of varying sizes on his face and black iron sand embedded in his skin.

"Charles Gordon-Finch, is this the first time we meet?"

The blood blurred Prince Kongdai's vision. He chuckled and said, "I saw you on the hillside just now. You are more ordinary than I thought."

"Because I'm just an ordinary person." Horn shrugged calmly.

"I am a noble, a champion knight, and I was captured by a common man like you. You must be very proud, right?"

"You are more of a slave than a noble."

"I am a slave?" Prince Condé laughed angrily. "You got it the other way around."

Horn stared into his gray pupils: "I dare not bow or kneel before the King and the Pope, do you dare?"

Prince Condé's laughter got stuck in his throat. His expression froze for a few seconds, and his voice deepened: "Cut off my head. You won. You deserve it."

Without further ado, Horn slowly walked to Prince Kongdai and drew out the Blood Cloud.

"Hey, you farmers, do you know how to manage a country?"

"Don't worry, we will find a way out." Horn answered him casually.

"Do you have a way out? Civil war or secession?" With blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, Prince Kongdai glanced at him sideways. "I'll give you one last reminder. Even if the Kingdom of Leia can tolerate you, the Imperial Church will not. Do you see that dusk? Perhaps that is your death knell!"

Horn did not answer him.

After raising the Blood Cloud in his hand high, he did not swing it down.

I looked up and saw the clouds dyed golden by the setting sun.

He seemed to be able to see the clouds forming familiar faces floating past him.

Danji, Frick, Cosse, the group of old people who voluntarily stayed, the veterans who died on the battlefield... even Juanno, the unknown priest, the orphanage in the spider forest, and Wayne, whom he had never met...

He felt that it was a long time ago, but now thinking about it, it seems like it was yesterday.

"Sometimes, I wonder, what would have happened if none of this had happened?" Muttering to himself, Horn raised his head. Soldiers all over the mountains were looking at them.

Prince Condé kneeling on the ground, and Pope Horn standing beside him.

With a self-deprecating smile, Horn said seriously to Prince Conde:
"This is your dusk, and the dawn of a new world."

Prince Kongdai's bloody head rolled to the ground, his face full of surprise and relief.

The last reflection in his eyes was just the inverted Ham River.

The Ham River flows quietly with a dazzling light of pale golden color.

(End of this chapter)