When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 928: Forward, Forward! Raise our flag! (XVI)

"Lord Lulos, are you going to stop that Raffl?"

With his arm wrapped in a bandage, the guerrilla hunter captain asked anxiously.

Lulos glanced at Laffer from a distance. He had already rushed into the first guard regiment.

She shook her head. "It's useless. The angel's descent will directly dispel my physical spells. It's better to have less effect here."

At that time, Prince Kongdai only had seven blessings on his body when he charged as a half-step great knight.

But Lavle had fifteen blessings on his body, many of which were consecration blessings that only a great knight could bear.

A half-step grand knight in front of a grand knight is no different from a squire knight in front of a grand knight.

All equally fragile.

Why can the Power Knight stand tall in this world?
Why can the Empire fight off those terrible Royal Court vampires?
Why were the Cabal and countless other insurgents so desperate for independence?
It's very simple. During the most difficult period of the Hundred Years' War, the wise men of the entire empire helped the Great Knight forge a complete war system.

Those who can break the armor cannot catch up with the speed of the great knight, and those who can catch up with the speed cannot break the armor of the great knight.

The only magic that could cause serious damage was also resisted by the blessing of divine magic.

Lulos is from the old times, and she is no match for the king of the old times.

Only the new king can kill the old king.

When Laffer sped past, Lulos didn't even try to stop him, but instead transformed into a giant gorilla to block the other Knights of the Order from behind.

It's not that she is afraid of fighting, but that she knows it is meaningless.

When she was old enough to understand, her old father, the Knight Antoine, had already become obese and mentally retarded.

Not to mention riding a horse and receiving blessings, he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

But Antoine's occasional subconscious reaction could cause serious injuries to his once arrogant self.

Great Knight, Great Knight...

The hairy giant roared as he knocked over a Knight of the Order and tore off his head with his bare hands.

But occasionally, she would look back worriedly.

The Pope himself is not in the battle formation. Can the guards still hold on?

…………

"Sir Lavle, the Blood Knights were led to the river and were bombarded by twelve-pound cannons, causing heavy casualties."

"Do not care."

"The Wild Wolf Regiment and the Shadow Raven Regiment seem to have sent reinforcements..."

"Do not care."

"But……"

Without waiting for the Knight with the square flag to reply, Lavle shouted again: "Attack!"

His charge was not to break through the entire horizontal formation at once.

It's not that it can't be done, but it's easy to slow down the horse, causing it to get stuck in infantry formations or be hit by clockwork cannons or the like.

He dared not underestimate the guards.

So Laffer's attack was a spiral one, that is, first breaking through a horizontal formation, then retreating a short distance, and then charging again.

It's like felling wood. Every time you lift it up, it's for the next more fierce attack.

As for the Blood Knights and the so-called reinforcements, he knew about them, but it didn't matter anymore.

Leia was divided and fallen, and he knew it!

The church is corrupt and stupid, and he knows it!

He also knew that Jinigis was cruel, treacherous, colluded with the royal court, and abused blood magic!

But so what? That was not his problem.

There was only one thing he should consider, and that was to protect the glory of the Blue Bee family.

Looking up, through the narrow slits in the helmet, one could see the bleeding horse ears trembling from the holes caused by lead bullets.

The vanguard's horses' hooves raised dust, and in the dust curtain was a row of familiar blurry silhouettes.

His Highness Tormund Ghis, Archbishop Matos, Duke Granberd, Knight Commander Sakur...

Laffer seemed to have returned to decades ago. He followed these heroes with difficulty and charged towards the rebellious and divided vassal army.

Hurry up, faster, don't be left behind by them!

The noise and the war cry, the blows of weapons and the impact of flesh, all the chaotic sound waves were far away from him, and Lavle saw the king in the dust looking back.

"Rafeel, protect my back!"

"I will do my duty, Your Highness!" Raffl wanted to answer.

I don’t know why, but the answer I spoke out became “I am the pioneer!”

The dragon-blood horse panted violently as he urged the horse hard. The scenery on both sides became blurred due to the speed.

Everything is blurry.

Blood woven the carpet, spears and holy guns lined the corridor, and among the endless sea of ​​swords and lead mist, he saw a holy flag with red and black interlaced.

In this gray world, the gears and the sun printed on the holy flag glow with golden light.

However, a heavily armored Holy Armor Guard had already jumped out and covered the flag.

Countless guards stood shoulder to shoulder in front of him, as if there was an endless sea of ​​metal separating them from the holy flag.

"I am the pioneer!"

The roar of a giant dragon spread like a storm, and he seemed to be back on the battlefield of the windmill. He plucked up a heavily armored monk with his lance, and then hit the wolf soldier who pounced on him and sent him flying like a kite with a broken string.

Throwing away his lance and drawing his sword, Laffer swept sideways and, with his enormous force, caused seven or eight headless corpses to spin on the spot.

The moment he retracted the knight's sword, the halberd stretched out and pointed at his face, but he easily grasped the halberd and used the force to stab back.

As if he was hit in the lungs by the receding cannon barrel, the monk with the halberd vomited blood mixed with pieces of internal organs from his mouth.

One layer, two layers, three layers, Lavle could no longer remember how many layers of guards he had killed.

All he could see were endless blades and gun tips.

Kill them, kill them!

"I am the vanguard!" Laffer roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot.

A guard monk rushed over with a plasma bomb, and the electric light was like a forest, forcing the guard monks around him to turn their heads.

But when the white light faded, they looked up again and found in despair that Laffer was still standing.

The lightning melted the white crystal steel armor into dark red molten iron streams, but only burned a piece of charred pink muscle under the armor of the great knight.

Another guard monk wanted to use the same trick again, but Laffer turned around and shot an arrow through his head.

The flash of plasma explosion enveloped dozens of nearby guards, leaving behind a pile of charred carbon corpses.

“I’m the pioneer!!!”

Tightening its legs, the dragon-blood horse even howled in pain, its speed increasing even faster, almost like an illusion.

The fireball transformed from the red dragon's breath hit the dragon blood horse's head, leaving scorch marks on the vest and plate armor, but was blown away by the blessing.

Seven or eight Shadow Crow soldiers fell from the sky, but they were like crows hitting a horse-drawn train, flying backwards and scattering in all directions.

Pasrick's poisonous mist was dispersed by the roar, and Catherine's poisonous vines were trampled to pieces.

The shadow witch Solan who tried to assassinate was shouted out of the shadow by the instant chanting magic of [Angel's Descendant] and rolled away in embarrassment.

The artillerymen were sweating profusely, with the muzzles of their guns close to their own men, aiming at the charging knight.

"emission!"

The shotgun shells from the clockwork cannon roared and crackled on the dragon blood horse's body, and the lead bullets sent the armor plates flying.

For the first time, more than a dozen holes and a small amount of blood appeared on the vest and the knight's plate armor.

It's not that shotgun shells suddenly became useful.

It was just that too many lead bullets, too many shotgun shells and plasma bullets made the originally shiny white crystal steel armor full of pits and holes.

Those potholes are the weak spots of the white crystal steel armor.

The wound on the knight's body was just that the weak spot of the pothole was hit again.

He shook the tattered armor, and lead bullets and fragments fell down with a clatter.

Laffer suddenly laughed. This armor looked very similar to the one he wore when he left home.

When I looked up again, the world in my eyes was different.

The strong wind howled, blowing up the dust into the air, and even those backs were blown away by the wind like sand piles.

Without knowing when, he had penetrated the veil of dust before his eyes.

Only then did he realize that there was no one in front of him, but there were countless fallen corpses on both sides, including both guards and imperial knights.

Three layers, they passed through three layers of battle lines.

These included four Guards Regiments, a Shadow Crow Regiment for support, a Wild Wolf Regiment, as well as the Holy Grail Cavalry Regiment and the Mage Regiment.

Passing through a torrent of arrows, lead bullets, and swords and spears, the battle flag was right in front of them, separated only by the last row of two guards regiments.

Raffl pulled the reins, and the sound of the horse's hooves turned from rapid to gentle.

He had reached the holy banner.

Inside the armor, Lavr's warm blood flowed from his forehead to the corners of his eyes.

He didn't need to touch it to know that it was the three-pound cannon shell that scraped off a piece of his helmet and scalp.

There were a lot of lead bullets stuck in his skin and muscles, and even a few spiral rifle bullets were stuck on the bone plates in his body.

There was a whistle sound in the dragon blood horse's breathing.

It’s only thirty to fifty meters away from the battle flag, the last thirty to fifty meters.

There are only about fifty Imperial Knights left by Lavle's side.

"Stop him!" Laffer didn't know Monse, but he could hear his desperate voice full of shock and anger.

The holy musketeers raised their holy muskets, tilted their heads to aim, and countless black muzzles were pointed at him alone.

Lowering his head, Lavle whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "Your Highness, even I, the most useless person, can protect your kingdom."

The chain hammer was thrown out suddenly.

"Click——"

The crisp sound of wood breaking made countless guards stop what they were doing.

They stared at the holy flag in a daze, numb and confused.

There was a creaking sound as the wood fibers of the sturdy flagpole broke inch by inch.

Under the watchful eyes of the last two regiments of the Guards, the six regiments in front, and even all the soldiers around who could see the holy flag—

The holy flag that symbolizes victory and the Holy Grandson is slowly falling down and landing on the lush grass.

(End of this chapter)