Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 457 Soft Jade in My Arms
As the original source of all life, sunlight naturally possesses the power to restrain all evil, especially the dead. Therefore, whenever the sun rises, both the dead and zombies will retreat underground to hide and wait for nightfall.

Even though it was noon in Gundar, it was still gloomy outside because heavy clouds covered everything, preventing any sunlight from getting in, and a continuous blizzard was falling.

Inside the palace, the holy light barrier, as thin as a cicada's wing, had dimmed to its lowest point under the continuous onslaught of the undead, as if covered with a thick layer of filth.

Each impact caused the barrier to fluctuate violently, groaning under its strain.

However, despite its seemingly precarious state, it maintained this condition no matter how much the lower-level undead attacked it.

"Get out of here!" a hoarse voice rang out.

Both the undead knights and the undead warriors seemed to have regained their senses, and like Moses parting the Red Sea, they all parted to make way for each other.

A tall, shadowy figure rose from the throne, pulling out the greatsword that had been stuck beside it. The blade was shrouded in an aura of death so thick it seemed tangible. Death Knight Harland strode heavily to the barrier.

He stretched out his hand, which was gloved with metal plates, and pressed it against the light screen.

"Zizi~"

With a soft buzzing sound, the hard gauntlets and the arm instantly melted into molten iron, dripping onto the wooden floor and emitting wisps of black smoke.

This is a top-tier holy light barrier; even the Lich King or a Death Knight would have a headache facing such a barrier that specifically counters them.

However, the power of this barrier has been almost completely depleted.

Harland silently withdrew his hand, and in the blink of an eye, his arm was restored to its original state. For undead creatures of their level, even beheading would not kill them.

It reached out and grasped the sword of Biva, raised this weapon used by King Debechu high, and without the slightest hesitation, slashed it down with a clang.

Pope Kalis, who was maintaining the barrier, swayed and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Her face turned deathly pale, and the blood made her lips appear even more vibrant, like a begonia flower wet after the rain, making her look pitiful.

"Hold on! Hold on!" the former prime minister prayed silently.

Having lived to this age, he is not afraid of death at all; on the contrary, he cherishes life even more because he is completely reluctant to part with the exotic dancers he has just bought from other countries.

If he dies, these beautiful girls will surely be taken advantage of by others, which he cannot tolerate at all.

The nobles behind him trembled even more violently as they gripped their weapons; despair gripped their hearts once more.

At this critical moment.

"Kacha!"

As Harland's third sword fell, the Holy Light Barrier shattered like glass without any surprise, then turned into specks of golden light and dissipated into the air.

The soft sound of the holy light barrier shattering was like the scythe of death, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts.

"Roar--!!!"

With their only obstacle gone, the undead army that had been blocking the way outside suddenly erupted in a deafening, hungry roar!
Like a black torrent bursting its banks, carrying with it the stench of decay, the chill of the earth, and the pure desire for destruction, it surged wildly toward the huddled, unprotected crowd.

"Stop! For Debe!" The old prime minister roared hoarsely, his hair and beard bristling, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the raging tide of the dead.

After shouting, he didn't care whether others could hear him or not, but quietly retreated.

His personal knights roared, their swords flashing, and instantly cut down several undead warriors who charged at him.

But this valiant resistance was like a tiny ripple thrown into a boulder before the boundless sea of ​​the dead, vanishing in an instant.

"Quick...please save me!"

A piercing wail instantly tore through the air.

A noblewoman in a gorgeous long dress was grabbed by the ankle by a rotting arm and dragged to the ground. More undead pounced on her instantly, and the sounds of gnawing and tearing flesh were horrifying.

A young nobleman who was trying to help was pierced through the chest by a rusty bone blade, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed. An undead warrior wearing the standard armor of the Gundar Guard stepped out from behind him.

Chaos, utter chaos!

Fear completely overwhelmed the fighting spirit that had just begun to coalesce.

The nobles and servants cried out, shoved and jostled, bumping around like headless flies.

He swung his weapon wildly, and more often than not, he injured his own men.

Although these guys received a good education from a young age and were highly skilled in swordsmanship, even shining in martial arts tournaments, they were ultimately lions raised in a cage. When they first saw the fierce and reckless hyenas, they panicked and made a lot of mistakes.

Therefore, this fragile defense collapsed the moment it came into contact.

The priests and nuns of the Holy Light Church were ashen-faced. They desperately tried to gather holy light and cast divine spells at the undead, but it was like fireflies trying to fight against the night. Faced with the endless undead, no matter how many they killed, the void would be filled immediately.

The cardinal's eyes were bloodshot, and blood was spitting from his mouth as he desperately tried to create a smaller protective shield, but it could only barely cover the Pope and a few others at the very core.

Kalis's body trembled violently the moment the barrier shattered, and another mouthful of blood welled up in her throat, which she forced down.

The color drained from her exquisite face, but her bright eyes burned with an even more intense flame.

The sapphire scepter in her hand suddenly lit up, and a thin, yet more concentrated, shield of holy light instantly enveloped her, several core clergy members around her, and the old prime minister who was being fiercely protected by knights.

But the shield was still too small; it could only protect the few people in the group.

"Merciful Goddess..." A nun looked at the hellish scene outside, closed her eyes in despair, and tears mixed with blood slid down her cheeks.

Haaland stood like a black boulder amidst the raging tide of the dead.

His crimson soul fire swept across the chaotic slaughterground beneath his feet without causing the slightest ripple, as if he were watching a group of ants struggling.

His gaze, like two cold rays, pierced through the chaotic crowd, locking onto the figure who stood tall amidst the chaos, radiating an aura of holiness that he found utterly repulsive.

To the undead, these holy priests are like mice and cats—a natural, irreconcilable conflict.

Then he moved.

Heavy footsteps pounded on the ground, which was covered in blood and broken bones, making a dull thud.

Wherever he went, the frantically biting undead seemed to encounter an invisible repulsive force, instinctively avoiding him and making way for a straight path to Kalis.

The Biva sword, shrouded in a thick aura of death, dragged along the ground. Its blade sliced ​​across the earth as easily as cutting tofu, leaving a deep gash and radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The Pope of the Holy Light Church was Harland's only target among those present; everyone else was like ants on the roadside to him, not worth his attention.

"Protect His Majesty!" The cardinal's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He desperately mustered his last strength, and a massive arrow of holy light, carrying his burning resolve, shot towards Harland's heart. Harland didn't even raise his sword to block.

This holy arrow of light, powerful enough to annihilate countless undead, vanished completely upon contact with the tangible death field surrounding him, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, causing only a barely perceptible ripple.

The cardinal's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair, barely breathing.

There is an insurmountable gap between epic and legendary, and even the Holy Light's ability to overcome the undead cannot bridge this gap.

Harland didn't stop, and was only ten steps away from Kalis's shield.

He slowly raised the Biva sword, the black aura of death swirling around it churning and roaring like a living thing, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Kalis in the center of the shield.

That pure, icy killing intent seemed to freeze the air inside the shield.

Kalis gripped the scepter tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She could feel the shield groaning under the terrifying pressure of Harland's death.

She closed her eyes, not to give up, but to pour all her mind and will into the sapphire at the top of the scepter, preparing to meet the inevitable devastating blow.

The old prime minister was held firmly inside the shield by the knight. As he watched the approaching death knight and the Pope's pale and resolute profile, a chill ran through him.

It's all over...it's all over...his dancers, his treasures...

Just as Harland's greatsword was about to strike, Kalis's shield flashed violently, on the verge of shattering.

boom! ! !
A figure, like a meteor tearing through the darkness, hurtled through the sea of ​​the dead with a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, carrying with it a violent holy light that distorted the very space. It swept into the center of the hall, carrying with it the ashes that melted the undead creatures. With an unstoppable momentum, it charged into the center of the hall.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a tall figure stood out, his imposing figure gently parrying with his sword, appearing before the eyes of every Holy Light Priest.

At this moment, Kalis could no longer hold on, her body going limp and about to collapse to the ground. Just then, Levi seized the opportunity, easily deflecting Harland's longsword and grabbing Pope Kalis's slender waist: "Your Majesty Kalis, how do you feel?"

This intimate scene, bordering on blasphemy, left the young priests nearby speechless with anger.

Smelling the intoxicating fragrance, Li Wei hugged her even tighter, completely ignoring what she was seeing.

Not taking advantage of a good deal is foolish; Li Wei is no noble gentleman.

"I merely overdrawn my Holy Light; it's nothing serious," Pope Kalis said softly with a slight smile on her pale face.

The Pope gave Livy the feeling that no matter what or who he faced, he always gently comforted everyone.

The remaining people in the hall were initially stunned, but after a moment of shock, they were overjoyed.

"Your Majesty... Li Wei, weren't you in the Persian Gulf Empire?" Even the old prime minister couldn't suppress his excitement and asked the question that everyone present most wanted to know.

It can be said that this dragon knight's strength has been tested over time and has silently become the number one in the hearts of everyone in Debe.

After all, the mere mention of "Dragon Knight" is enough to make one look up to it with awe.

However, this incredibly powerful figure, the pillar of Debe, was involved in the war in the Persian Gulf Empire. This is why many nobles felt hopeless and despairing when facing the undead.

Because Debe's expeditionary force had drawn many strong and elite warriors.

"Whether I am in the Persian Gulf Empire or not, what matters is that I am here now."

He only met the old prime minister Li Wei once, and his only impression of him was that he was cunning and treacherous.

What he dislikes most is others taking advantage of him, and others preventing him from taking advantage of others.

This former prime minister was clearly someone who liked to take advantage of others, hence my poor impression of him.

Li Wei was originally traveling in the city with the Lagrass, but when he sensed the sudden burst of energy here, he broke away from them and came ahead of them.

"Then Governor Bernard and the expeditionary force?" The old prime minister's eyes gleamed with hope.

If the expeditionary force were to return, along with this dragon knight and the priests of the Holy Light Church, these undead in front of them would be nothing.

“They are still within the Persian Gulf Empire and have not returned.” Li Wei ruthlessly shattered his last thought.

"How many people did you bring with you?" the old prime minister asked, still unwilling to give up.

In his view, no matter how strong the dragon knight was, it would be difficult for him to deal with the millions of undead in Gonda.

"Nine……"

"Ninety thousand people?" The old prime minister breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was a bit few, it should be enough to rescue them and wait for reinforcements.

“Nine hundred people.” Li Wei raised an eyebrow, wondering if the other person was old and hard of hearing.

"Nine hundred...nine hundred people is better than none," the old prime minister kept reassuring himself.

"Li Wei, we've finally met again."

Seeing the man in front of him who was completely unprepared, Harland did not continue his attack rashly, and said in a hoarse voice.

In my memory, this man was dangerous and needed to be taken seriously, and the fact that he had just easily blocked my sword strike proved that.

When powerful individuals meet, there's no need for many words. The other is as striking and undeniable as the bright moon in the darkest night. He could sense the other's strength, and presumably, this man named Li Wei felt the same way.

"Haaland? You're not dead?" Levi was now somewhat puzzled about Haaland's current situation.

"Levi, His Majesty Harland is dead! Any undead creature, whether it's the Lich King or a Death Knight, is nothing more than an evil being that inherits memories from the moment it is born!"

Kalis was afraid that Levi would show mercy to the Death Knight in front of him because of Harland's daughter, so she quickly explained.

"I see." Li Wei nodded.

No wonder the other party has Haaland's memories, yet is doing these things.

“Li Wei, I can feel your power, and you are just as strong. Must one of us fall today?” Harland said hoarsely. “If it’s not necessary, I don’t want to fight you to the death here.”

In reality, it was just stalling for time because it wasn't confident it could win over the man.

“I’m afraid you’ll be the only one who falls.” Li Wei twirled his sword with one hand and smiled slightly: “To avoid people saying I beat up my father-in-law, I’ll give you three moves.”

(End of this chapter)