Knight and Wand

Chapter 283 Dawn Part

The black-scaled flying dragon roared with its head down, its thick neck bulging, and spurted out hot dragon breath, like a red ocean overturning from the sky, instantly engulfing the winged corpse demon that was ignorant of life and death in the low sky.

The corpses turned into charred charcoal and fell to the ground, but the dragon's breath continued unabated, sweeping across the sea of ​​corpses on the city walls and the outskirts of the city. Wherever it passed, flames billowed, armor and flesh melted, and the blood in the moat evaporated in the heat.

The earth turned into a sea of ​​fire. The rumbling of iron hooves carried the knights across the charred earth. The waves of steel armor and sharp blades were the first to rush into the tide of corpses that covered the mountains and plains.

Thunderclouds surged in the night, and the gathering lightning struck the earth like the wrath of God. Smoke and dust rose, and the thunderstorm that pierced the ground burst out with arcs of electricity, and the azure color blew away large numbers of zombies.

A flash of silver light flew backwards and spun in the lightning, and was held firmly at an angle by the black gauntlet. It dodged the oncoming lance, and Gungnir dragged his blade and struck, cutting down the undead cavalryman who passed by.

The silver-armored girl wielding a spear in front of her made a leap forward and almost smashed the corpse knight who was charging at her from the other side into pieces.

The zombies that endured the enormous force fell off their horses and rolled over. Lohak picked up the heavy halberd and axe as if taking a relay. The axe blade, wrapped in gusts of wind, smashed the zombies that were knocked away by the armored warhorse into powder.

More than a thousand powerful heavy cavalrymen who had experienced many battles galloped at full speed, and while being restrained by friendly forces, they tore through the huge sea of ​​corpses.

The dragon lizard covered in molten flames, carrying the king who was sitting firmly on the throne, leaped into the air with agility beyond its size. The huge dragon body fell down, shaking off a large number of undead spirits.

Countless zombies rushed towards the King of Steelforge who was sitting on the dragon saddle like moths to a flame. However, the dragon's thorny scales, which were strong enough to roam in volcanoes, completely ignored the insignificant bites and weapons around it. The ferocious dragon head swung horizontally, and the thick flames spewed from its mouth, burning the enemies and the earth in the fan-shaped area in front of it into flowing magma.

On the dragon's back, the simple and gorgeous double-edged battle axe was swung at an incomparable speed. The old Gorim used the giant blade to smash one demon after another that climbed to the throne of contempt.

His old eyes were fixed on the Feru knights who were rushing towards the fortress, and he immediately roared loudly and issued orders.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The furnace golems strode across the gaps in the square formation, shaking the ground with every step. The three ancient giants, who were able to move around in the world again, slowed down their pace and opened the earth furnace in their chests.

Three dazzling and scorching spiral pillars of fire rushed forward. The terrifying torrent of flames roared and poured into the horde of corpses. Pieces of undead souls were turned into ashes under the back-and-forth sweep of the rolling devilish flames.

The heavily-armored Heraen warriors armed with axes and shield axes collided with the bloody and corrupted corpses, like short and thick steel hammers pressed into a pile of dead wood, silently and ruthlessly, inch by inch, unstoppable, slowly crushing the black waves under the moonlight.

In the inner city, the wall of fire that blocked the undead offensive had gone out, revealing the tide of zombies that filled the entire perimeter of the fortress. But outside the city, the behemoths and huge reinforcements illuminated by the raging flames caused the desperate fortress defenders to burst into thunderous roars.

"——Dragon! That's the kingdom's fire dragon! The king's reinforcements have arrived!!"

The Orland soldiers on the city wall raised their weapons high and cheered loudly. Their morale, which was on the verge of collapse, seemed to have seen the dawn of hope.

Ines looked in wonder at the flying dragon outside the city that was resisting the flight.

She felt her shoulders relax and life surge into her heart, but she glanced sideways at Agatha who was also confused.

I thought to myself, Sir Angor just escaped from the secret passage, can he fly? Has he reached Marmore County to ask for help from my father?
Besides, it would take several days for Kronia's guards to travel by land, and not everyone has Pegasus to ride, so it would be impossible for them to arrive so quickly anyway.

Agatha stepped forward, narrowed her eyes, vaguely distinguished the features, and immediately shook her head at her master: "Your Highness, that doesn't look like the flying dragon of His Majesty the King, nor does it look like the flying dragon of His Majesty the King."

Upon hearing this, Ines turned around and looked at the army coming from outside the city again.

Are there other countries on the continent that can tame dragons?
Let’s not talk about the flying dragon in the sky.

She had never heard of the strange dragon beast on the ground that was bigger than a flying dragon and had no wings.

What was that thing that was emitting streams of flames? Why was it so huge? Was it a giant wizard?
Ines covered her eyes with her hands. She couldn't make out the outline that appeared and disappeared in the distance in the darkness. She gave up trying to find out more and looked up at the scorpion-tailed lion flying across the night sky.

There were no traces of any wights or bats in the sky, and a rough estimate showed that there were a thousand flying beasts occupying the entire airspace of Kilmerton. The lion scorpions, controlled by their riders, kept swooping down and raiding the wights scattered throughout the outer city of the fortress.

As far as she knew, even in the heyday of the Kingdom of Kantardar, there were only about 400 Scorpion Knights. So many Scorpions could not possibly be the strength of Kantardar.
Under the cover of night, Corvis grabbed the eagle's reins and flew quickly, bypassing one lion scorpion after another, and gradually approached the captain of the Wild Mountain Dwarf Sky Cavalry with an exaggerated carving on the top of his helmet.

(Heraan language) "Help me clear the top of the city wall, and go to the east section of the city wall to open the side gate for the army!" Corvis shouted to the other party in unfamiliar language.

"Then lead the way, little one!" The dwarf from the desert mountains with a rough voice turned around and responded with a roar.

The young man frowned, but didn't care that these short uncles were obviously not as tall as him.

Pulling the reins, Corvis ordered Little Ann under his crotch to flap his wings and dive.

The Wild Mountain Dwarf officer blew the beast-horn warhorn, and dozens of lion scorpion guards gathered immediately, following the Feru people's Hippogriff Knight and rushing towards the outer wall of the fortress.

The scorpion-tailed lions that descended from the sky slayed the densely packed zombie soldiers on the city walls one after another, and soon slaughtered all the enemies occupying the area.

Corvis untied the straps and jumped off the back of the Hippogriff. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he rushed into the tower alone and ran towards the room on the middle floor that controlled the fortress gate mechanism.

In the crowded darkness, ghost eyes with dim lights looked at the flashing golden pupils that broke in, and the corpse ghost warriors swung their swords and roared forward.

The fingertips of his trembling hands danced, drawing seals, and two long swords flew out from his back and sides.

Chant the magic spell to drive the two swords.

- Om!

The two steel blades danced rapidly around Corvis like the blades of a meat grinder.

The light of the magic pattern flashed circles of light, forming a killing storm. As the young knight ran forward, all the zombies that approached were cut into pieces that covered the wall.

After killing all the enemies gathered in the tower room, two long swords with whistling bloody winds hovered behind Corvis. The young man, covered in blood and flesh, took advantage of the moonlight coming through the small shooting window and approached the huge winch that controlled the east city gate.

The flow of magic power wrapped around the capstan, and Corvis swung it with all his might.

The huge shaft immediately drove the thick iron chain, raising the fortress gate with a click.

Looking at the entrance that had been opened not far away, Leon pulled the horse's head, then loosened the reins and held up the dazzling holy lamp on the galloping horse's back.

The charging horses, pulled by the knights, soon followed the instructions and rushed to the city gate on the east side of the fortress.

The horses' hooves shook the ground as they entered the fortress, charging into the enemies that blocked their way, and one after another they crossed the fire trenches where the embers were still extinguished, running through the streets towards the taller inner walls of the fortress.

As the troops and flags got closer, the defenders who were still fighting in and outside the central city saw the commander's flag clearly, and the Xiwan Knights guarding the city gate decisively lowered the heavy drawbridge.

Leading the way back to the coalition's crumbling defense line, the generals, their bodies stained black and red with blood, jumped off their horses, climbed the stairs on foot, and came to the arched suspension bridge amid the sounds of shouting and killing.

The first people to greet them were not the coalition soldiers, but the familiar bloody wind.

——Bang! !
The sound waves vibrated, and before the sharp blade in the red mist could get close to Leon, it was blocked by Olivia who was rushing over.

The blood-colored creature shook and shrank violently, as if it could not maintain its illusory form. Before the invisible undead could launch another attack, the young female knight dropped her spear and drew her sword, moving close to her.

The sharp blade slashed through the suddenly condensed blood mist.

The vampire soldier was cut in half, with a look of confusion and hideousness on his face, and fell to the ground with blood splattering from his body.

Olivia took the second step, and with a whoosh, she was already standing on the inner wall where the bloody battle was taking place.

Her eyes shone with golden light under the helmet, and the knight girl shouted while holding the sword.

The high-density magic element tide rose violently, and the invisible violent magic wind was stirred up under the influence of the magic-disturbing stance.

In an instant, under the dim light of the swaying braziers on the city walls, a group of dazed vampires and warriors, with Olivia at the center, fell out of the shadows of the trembling blood mist.

The Knights of Avalon, the Knights of the Holy Lake, and the Knights-Ranger followed closely behind and rushed towards the city wall. The warriors who surged in like a tide slaughtered all the vampires that had climbed up in an instant.

Dancing the blade of Gungnir, Leon pierced through the last vampire that jumped towards him. Looking at the screaming undead, he remained silent.

Perhaps they were among the victims who were tortured to death by the mob in the massacre.

Stimulating magic power, the pure molten fire burst out from the magic spear, neatly devouring the opponent's demon body that was twisted by vicious magic.

Putting away the gun and shaking off the ashes on the wing blade, Leon walked towards a blue-robed Xiwan knight who was sitting in the corner and was seriously injured.

"Report the situation, Sir." The knight, who was holding the wound on his sword, could not stand up. He tapped the hilt of his sword with difficulty: "Marshal, the inner castle has been completely lost. We failed to defeat the monsters that invaded the fortress. The Thorn Flower Army and the Kantadar Army suffered heavy losses. Now only the Sea Eagle Knights can still hold the inner wall."

The young Sea Eagle Knight smiled bitterly, "If you hadn't come back in time, we wouldn't even be able to defend this section of the city wall with enemies coming from both sides. Those damn monsters were deliberately torturing us. They would have broken through the defense line long ago."

"You have tried your best. I will make them pay for their arrogance." Leon nodded.

He turned around with his magic spear in hand and walked quickly back to the generals who were waiting.

"Corvis, Lohak, you take fifty Lionwings and fifty Ravenwings and hold this place."

"Yes, sir!" The Red Knight, holding the halberd tightly, knocked on the floor and responded to the Hippogriff Knight in a firm voice.

"Olivia, Larian, each of you will take a hundred warriors from the Blade Wing Company and go along the city wall to support other city gates in need of emergency and stabilize the defense line."

"Understood!" The Golden Lion Knight and the Moonlight Knight nodded in response.

"Everyone else, come with me to destroy the vampire army in the fortress."

The knight coalition forces acted quickly after receiving the order.

Leon led the remaining Avalon soldiers, ranger knights, and Holy Lake Knights, turned back and crossed the suspension bridge, heading into the pitch-black fortress.

Walking in the front with Captain Irem, the Holy Lake priests holding thorny scepters and the southern wizards wielded holy lamps, lighting the bloody corridor for everyone.

Stepping into the dark and silent fortress, the interior of Kilmerton Fortress, which was already crowded, was now littered with the bodies of soldiers with their stomachs ripped open.

"May Ilaril bless their souls." Irem on the side murmured a eulogy with a grim expression.

The team stepped over one unrecognizable corpse after another, and the soldiers kicked open the doors that were deliberately closed in this area.

Multiple formations swept the fortress along the corridors and went deep into the inner hallways. The magic circle priests from the Holy Lake chanted incantations, and the vibrating light of the holy lamps illuminated countless blood-sucking demons clinging to the ceiling.

Sharp screams rang out, and the vampires hanging on the rooftop corridor pounced down like startled bats. The battle broke out everywhere without warning.

Abandoning the long weapons that were difficult to use, the warriors brandished all kinds of short weapons and followed their leader fearlessly to kill the translucent dark winds.

Screams, curses, sparks as sharp claws tear at armor, and blood as swords kill evil creatures.

Lanterns and torches flickered, and in the small windows overlooking the fortress, flickering lights kept appearing and disappearing.

The battle to retake the inner city area intensified. Outside the city, there were war cries and sharp blades, dragon roars and raging fire, and giant golems turning their iron fists to crush pieces of rotten flesh and bones. As time went on, the stone and steel-like Heraen army pushed the front line to the inner city step by step.

As dawn approached, Ines released the coalition's long-pent-up anger. Thousands of warriors poured down the city walls and, together with the reinforcements that entered the fortress, they swallowed the last of the defeated undead like closed sharp teeth.

The blazing sun in the east revealed the first rays of dawn light, and the battle inside and outside the huge fortress finally subsided.

In the dim light of the early morning, Leon could no longer find any hiding vampires.

He walked out of the inner castle gate and turned the Gungnir in his hand, which was completely stained red, into nothingness.

A pool of blood scab that had lost its attachment fell from the air.

Leon looked at the Allied soldiers who were still searching for the remaining vampires in the streets and alleys, and felt that it was probably a futile effort.

Halfway through the battle, he discovered that a large number of vampires were fleeing the place, as if they knew the sun was about to rise, and they took the initiative to withdraw from the fortress.

It seems as though they are more afraid of the sun than normal ghouls, who are also weakened by it.

It's not wrong to call them vampires.

Leon sighed, walked around the wreckage of the fallen open-air balcony, walked to the bumpy open space, and looked at the pits and deep cracks that were all over the square.

There was no doubt that it was caused by combat, but it didn't look like magic, but more like pure physical destruction.

He turned around and looked at the hole where the terrace had fallen in the middle level of the fortress.

The dining hall inside the main castle had collapsed, as if it had been exploded by a high-yield bomb.

I don't know what kind of battle took place in the fortress before I rushed back, but those remaining blood-sucking demons definitely couldn't have caused such damage.

We can only ask the survivors what happened to the fortress last night.

"——Leon!"

Hearing Azerien's call from afar, he turned around and saw his companions coming from the direction of the inner wall.

He walked quickly towards Azerien who was supported by Lohak. Seeing that his brother was safe, Leon felt relieved.

"Is the injury serious?" he asked.

Azerien shook his head solemnly: "My injury is not important, but Lord Elliver..."

Seeing the deep bitterness on the other person's face, Leon's heart skipped a beat.

"What happened, Lord Earl?"

"Lord Elliver, Lord Balfe, Lord Krosh, Lord Taigas, they all died in battle."

"." Hearing this, Leon felt a surge of sadness in his heart, as if a close elder had passed away, and closed his eyes silently.

Although he heard last night that the Thorn Flower Army suffered heavy losses, he never expected that the damage even affected Lord Feng himself.

Azerien gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt piercing his heart.

He also loved the Earl of Thornflower, who was kind and sincere to him, but now, the one who killed the lord he was loyal to was his own father.

No matter how crazy my father had become, this was an indisputable fact.

Although no one knew the truth yet, he no longer dared to face the distraught Sir David.

"Let's quickly collect Lord Elliver's body." Azerien cheered up and pointed to the bloody battlefield in the square last night.

But suddenly, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

"Have you asked someone to clean up the battlefield?" Azerien looked at Leon.

Leon put away the sadness in his heart and looked in the direction his partner pointed with a little confusion.

The ground of the square was stained with a large area of ​​coagulated blood, like a crimson carpet.

Leon turned around and looked at Azerien, whose eyes were filled with inexplicable fear.

He also had a bad feeling: "We have just cleared the threats in the inner city. The soldiers have been traveling day and night and are too tired to clean up the battlefield. What do you mean..."

Looking at the two's eyes, Lohak also realized something: "Leon, you said at the beginning that we should avoid being bitten by those so-called 'vampires' in battle, otherwise we might... Could it be?"

Azerien forced himself to calm down and looked at Leon seriously: "If the soldiers hadn't cleaned up the battlefield, there is another possibility. Maybe those vampires ate their bodies."

However, Leon heard a sigh in his heart.

".No need to guess. Unfortunately, there is a magical aura there that makes me disgusted. It is the method of the Blood Demon."

(End of this chapter)