Knight and Wand

Chapter 287: Battle of Rolandar (Part )

The heavy footsteps of the galloping soldiers entered the temple hall that was grayed by the spiritual field. The sickening sweet and rusty wind covered the knights' visors like a curtain.

The Holy Sun Totem statues on both sides have been replaced by huge scarlet hearts, and gelatinous proliferating blood bubbles are constantly oozing out of the cracks in the glazed bricks on the ground.

Every step taken by the hundreds of Crusade knights would burst the cysts wrapped around the broken bones.

Huge crisscrossing blood vessels were embedded in the walls, with a torrent of magic rushing through them. The thick and functionless blood vessels extended all the way to the depths of the corridors of the great temple.

This blasphemous scene was undoubtedly the work of the Blood Demon.

But this arrangement is not only an insult to the faith of this place, the bloody inscriptions and magic patterns everywhere have transformed the temple into a ritual site for some complex magic rituals, but Leon cannot analyze what the blood demon outside is doing here from such complex and profound information.

Is this the core of the undead cloud magic that is wreaking havoc in the outside world?
Does the great magic that attempts to connect this world and the other dimension originate from here?
The crowd ran through the cathedral hall that had accommodated countless believers for worship. Leon led the crowd through the magnificent columns and quickly ran towards the corridor at the back of the left side of the hall.

Although neither Lohak nor the Son of Orion in his memory had ever had the opportunity to actually enter the temple in the past, with the guidance of the holy lamp and the route instructions provided by Laura in advance, he could still find the passage that could lead himself and others to the catacombs.

Inside the church, in the center of the originally solemn Holy Sun Altar, octopus-like tendrils of flesh and blood extended from the huge heart tumor clinging to the sun disc totem, tightly wrapping the sculpture that the church had erected for the Holy Prophet.

The statue of a long-haired prophet wearing a robe and a hood, with no visible face, is now tightly wrapped by flesh and blood tentacles, becoming a pipe support frame for some evil magic ritual.

This blasphemous sight is enough to drive any believer of the Holy Sun and Ilaril into a rage.

Even though he was not a believer, Leon was annoyed by the scene of Laura's statue being insulted. Although the statue of the faceless prophet looked tall and slender, it was very different from Laura's appearance, and they were like two different people.

But even if it looked different, the statue still represented her. Unfortunately, Leon knew there was no time to stop and burn the profane flesh and blood in the temple.

The knights rushed into the corridor with chaotic footsteps and ran into the depths of the increasingly dark and hazy temple.

Leon didn't want to stop for a moment, but as he moved forward, the darkness that gradually surrounded him made the Crusades slow down their pace cautiously.

The holy lamp in his hand was still working, but outside the range of the brilliant light, not even the outline of things could be seen. Outside the light, everything seemed to have turned into nothingness, and in that nothingness, it seemed as if something was peeking out.

Leon ordered everyone to get as close to the light of the holy lamp as possible to avoid being left alone and falling into the strange dark shadows around them.

When we followed the guidance of the holy light and walked up the sixth counter-intuitive upward step, the surrounding environment became open.

They came to a relatively spacious hall, where hundreds of soldiers standing between the columns occupied only a corner of the place.

Leon looked around holding the lantern and realized that the staircase entrance he had just come from was not going up, but down.

Is this already the basement of the temple? ?

Leon walked along the light, looking around at the huge illuminated columns.

The Feru language inscriptions and Holy Sun prayers engraved on it, as well as the reliefs depicting the legends of the church, are still well preserved and have not been destroyed by the blood demons on the ground.

He led everyone to vigilantly search for the entrance to the tomb, but he heard a cry from behind and felt that several other magic nodes connected to the holy lamp were missing.

Looking back suddenly, I saw that several lights in the middle of the team had gone out.

Leon was shocked and shouted loudly to the warriors who were suddenly swallowed by the darkness.

"Everyone come closer to me!"

Lohak, who was leading the middle team, felt a black screen in front of his eyes and could no longer see any light.

He gripped the halberd tightly in surprise.

He reacted the next second, reached out hastily in the dark, and grabbed the sorcerer apprentice who was in charge of holding the lamp beside him.

"What's going on! Light the holy lamp again quickly!" Lohak shouted angrily.

"Uh uh yes! I'm sorry, Lord Ferulux. I'm so tired." The young warlock apprentice's voice was dazed and frightened, and he quickly reactivated the lantern.

The hazy light spread out again, and Lohak felt slightly relieved.

But then he discovered that, except for the company closest to him, all other teams around him had disappeared.

Thinking of the spiritual field characteristics that Leon had repeatedly warned him about before the battle, Lohak thought, it's bad.

Could it be that at this very moment, the fluctuations in the disorder of time and space just happened to occur?
"Control your power this time. Our lives are in your hands. Hurry up! Help us find the right path!" Lohak panicked a little, but then forced himself to calm down.

It doesn't matter, as long as the guidance of the lantern connected to Ms. Lola's soul can still work, even if they are separated, they can eventually meet on the last road!

"This way." The warlock apprentice nodded, found the lost location, and pointed out a direction.

Lohak and his soldiers had not taken a few steps when a dim light suddenly flashed in front of them. Then, Leon's voice came from afar:
".Everyone come closer to me!!"

Lohak was delighted and responded loudly: "Leon! We are here!"

After shouting, he ordered the knights beside him to speed up.

But halfway through the walk, the light in front of me suddenly flickered and went out.

"This is such a damn place!"

Lohak couldn't help but curse. It was as if he was trapped in a maze of time and space. It made him so anxious and angry that he wanted to kill someone.

He looked at the sorcerer's apprentice who was silently holding the lamp beside him, and almost wanted to scold this guy who caused his team to be separated from the main force.

But the burly young man remembered Leon's calmness, so he took a deep breath and calmed himself. He knew that in this situation, it was useless to urge him. He was not a wizard and could not cause trouble. He had to calmly continue to follow the other party.

Guided by the dim light, Lohak patiently walked forward in twists and turns in the dark hall full of columns.

Even though he knew that time in the outside world was flying by madly with every moment he was alone, he was still extremely anxious and could do nothing about it.

Enduring every minute of walking alone in the darkness, Lohak couldn't help but have wild thoughts.

Are Leon and the others also looking for me?

Or has he given up on himself and is heading straight for his underground goal?
Reason seemed to tell him that the latter was the most correct choice Leon should make at the moment.

But his sentimentality made Lohak inexplicably hope that his best friend would not give up on him just like that.

Frowning in a trance, staring at the dark path before him, Lohak shook his head sharply.

Lohak, oh Lohak, what's wrong with you? Do you think you are still that child?
As long as Leon can reach the tomb of the Holy Prophet and put an end to all this, what does it matter if I get lost here forever? As long as everyone is safe, it is worth it even if I die in battle here.

Thinking of this, Lohak felt a little relieved.

Glancing sideways, he saw the warlock apprentice who was leading the way turned another corner, so he had to follow.

As he walked, the feeling of loneliness and worn-out patience made Lohak inexplicably worried. The comrades around him also seemed to be in a heavy mood because of being separated, and the entire team behind him was unusually silent.

Are the dwarf king and Uncle Irem's fearless warriors who stayed behind the temple still alive?
Did they succeed in holding back that powerful demon?
If they didn't stop him, would the blood demon catch up with him? Or had he already caught up with him?

Can Leon make it to the catacombs?
Thinking of the countless backs and faces that had fallen in this battle along the way, Lohak felt a surge of panic in his heart.

On the dead body in my mind, Leon's face seemed to flash.
Lohak couldn't help but have difficulty breathing.

As long as he was alive, he never wanted to see such a scene.

However, the more I don't want to think about it, the deeper the panic becomes.

Lohak clenched his teeth, his mind in a mess. Not only did he begin to worry about Leon's safety, but his concerned friends and family also flashed before his eyes.

Olivia, Corvis, Azerien who stayed in Kilmerton Fortress, and her sister, Sally, who was still in Avalon.
If this battle fails, countless important people will repeat the mistakes of Holy Land City.

Absolutely not, absolutely not fail!

The images of the tragic deaths of his loved ones and companions flashed through his mind. Lohak was overcome with irritation and looked at the warlock apprentice who was leading the way: "How long do we have to go? Have you found the right direction?" "It should...it should be right, sir." The warlock apprentice replied in a panic.

Lohak's concentration was almost worn out to the limit.

He looked at the darkness in front of him again, and the light of the holy lamp in the warlock apprentice's hand suddenly shone through the darkness, illuminating a pair of familiar-looking leg armor.

Looking at the armor with a black background and gold edges, Lohak was filled with fear.

The knight, with eyes wide open, suddenly grabbed the warlock apprentice by the collar, tightly grasped the halberd and axe in one hand, and walked forward quickly.

The dim light illuminated the corpses on the ground.

"no no."

The tall young knight's lips trembled and he howled hoarsely.

The broken Gungnir was stuck upside down on the ground, and under the hole in the breastplate, the tragic scene of Leon's disembowelment was revealed.

Olivia's body, pierced by a sharp blade, nestled beside Leon.

Corvis's head looked as if it had been chopped off by an axe, his eyes lifeless.

Looking around, the ground was littered with the shattered remains of the Holy War Knights.

It's too late. Everything is over.
despair.

pain
".I..We are done. Oh God, we are done!! We are dead!"

The warlock apprentice screamed in fear, trembling like a sieve, and fell to the ground with weak legs.
With despair in his heart, Lohak let the halberd and axe fall slowly, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The sorcerer apprentice suddenly shouted as if grabbing a life-saving straw, pointing to the holy lamp that protected the soul not far from Leon's body: "That lantern! Yes, Lord Leon's lantern! We still have a chance, as long as we get that lantern."

But Lohak had turned a deaf ear to it.

".You're a piece of trash"

"You are a powerless and incompetent piece of trash."

“You still can’t do anything.”

Is that my sister's voice?

"Nothing can be protected"

"You failed to protect me. You failed to protect them either."

".You are not worthy of being a knight."

The voice of his loved one was so heart-wrenching at this moment. A pair of slender arms seemed to be there and not there, and they were wrapped around Lohak's shoulders.

Elena's gentle yet vicious breath blew into her brother's ears:

"Kill him~"

Lohak's gaze slowly shifted towards the sorcerer's apprentice who was pointing at the lantern in the distance and shouting.

Annoyed, angry.
The surging murderous intent burned in my heart like fire.

".Kill this bastard who's holding you back. You've missed everything because of this guy."

Lohak's lips trembled slightly.

He took a step forward and went to the opponent's back. The knight's ten fingers seemed to be like claws due to the accumulated strength.
The fire of revenge burned the burly knight's face like a demon.

".Kill him."

"Kill all the useless crap around you"

"And kill all those responsible."

"eye for eye."

".My little wild horse."

The warlock apprentice's shouting and panicking came to an abrupt end.

The young warlock's head instantly spun behind him at an impossible angle, his eye sockets without the whites of his eyes turning completely black. "Wild dog from the abyss, how dare you lay your hands on my prey!?"

Elena, who was lying on Lohak's shoulder, had a ferocious look on her face and was furious:
"——His. Soul! It. Belongs. To. Me!!"

The black and red stirred up a sharp pain, and Lohak rolled his eyes down.
Everything before my eyes instantly returned to the grayscale color of the cursed land.

Beneath him was a human figure with a distorted face and fangs. His body was covered with an inky black mist, but one could vaguely tell from the robes and armor beneath the mist that this body once belonged to a warlock apprentice in the team.

And his hands were tightly grasping his neck.

Without any hesitation, Lohak suddenly separated his wrists in the rage that filled his heart.

The air shook with a loud bang, and under the inhuman force, the demon's head was torn off.

The smell of blood suddenly spread out. Lockhak suppressed his rage and looked around at the chaotic killing field with his bloodshot eyes.

All around were huge collapsed beams and pillars.

Above his head was a dome-shaped pit that looked like it had been hit by a giant beast.
Twisted demonic shadows swept past him from the darkness, bringing with them billowing smoke and inextricable darkness, and rushed forward, ignoring him.

Following the shadows into the distance, Lohak heard familiar voices and saw figures that were still alive.

Flames and strong winds rose from the wings of Leon's magic spear, splitting apart the black mist-like demon shadows.

Olivia shook the invisible field, hitting the insane holy war knight again and again.

Zabron, Hawke, Filippo, Larian Greenthorne, Baron Derek Evan and all the remaining holy war knights guarded the holy lamp held by Corvis, and moved forward towards the huge gate guided by the holy lamp with difficulty in the bloody battle.

You must, follow up quickly!
Reflexively he grabbed the weapon at hand.

It was not until then that Lohak looked down and noticed that his hands were like devil's claws.

The knight's gauntlets were torn apart at some point, and his strong and ferocious arms were covered with inhuman thorns on the back of his hands and forearms.

".You can't get rid of me my little wild horse. I've been waiting for you"

Sometimes it was his mother's voice, sometimes it was his sister's voice, always lingering in Lohak's mind.

His face trembled with anger at the voice, revealing his terrifying sharp teeth under his lips.

But the fire rising in his chest only made that being more proud and presumptuous.

Lohak's face suddenly calmed down.

".I can accept you, bastard, let's make a fair deal. Use my soul." The burly half-demon knight picked up the halberd and looked up at the demons flying around.

"Give me your soul. What do you want?" The angry demon's voice was rarely filled with joy.

Lohak picked up the demonized head that he had just torn off with his left paw: "Let things like you taste my anger. If you want my anger, here it is, come and take it!"

"We? I'm not Lorelet's dog. But I'm happy to do it, as you wish."

(End of this chapter)