Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 460 Stand Up Straight When Getting Hit

The hoarse roars of the undead, like waves, instantly drowned out the nobles' arguments about who would inherit the throne.

The sound of countless footsteps grew louder as they approached, and the earth trembled slightly under the trampling of countless decaying, withered feet.

An overwhelming aura of death surged forth once more, even more violent and chaotic than before.

Without Harland's suppression, these awakened dead were left only with the instinct to devour the living.

"The undead...the undead are here again!"

"Protect your lord!"

"Your Majesty Li Wei, save me!"

The noble ministers, who had just been arguing heatedly over power, were now ashen-faced, screaming in terror, and instinctively scrambling to the center of the square—the only place that could give them a sense of security—behind Li Wei.

All previous calculations and ambitions seemed so pale and laughable under the weight of death.

The former prime minister was shoved and stumbled, almost falling. He wanted to curse, but faced with life and death, he hurriedly squeezed into the crowd and followed the crowd without hesitation.

Kalis's holy light shone around her once more. She quickly formed hand seals, and a soft yet resilient holy light shield instantly opened, enveloping the core area.

During this time, she has recovered some of her holy light, enough to support a small holy light barrier.

“Levi, there are just too many undead. We need to evacuate immediately,” Caris said.

The thought that all the inhabitants of Gundar, including the bones buried underground, had turned into ghosts and were pouring into this place made even her scalp tingle.

Just then, a series of deafening roars, as if from an ancient glacier, suddenly tore apart the howls of the undead, exploding from the southern edge of the palace.

The sound was filled with primal power and chilling coldness, causing the air to freeze for a moment.

Immediately following was the sound of heavy footsteps, like mountains moving!

Boom!Boom!Boom!
With each step, the earth seemed to groan in pain.

Accompanying the footsteps was a chilling cold that swept in like a tangible white wave.

Everyone looked on in shock, only to see one after another enormous, unimaginably large figure suddenly appear behind the tall buildings on the north side of the square.

They are over twelve meters tall on average, with muscles that look like they were carved from granite, skin that is a cold bluish-gray, and white hair and beards like a frozen waterfall. Their bodies are covered with simple but thick fur and rough armor made of condensed ice crystals.

The leading giant was exceptionally imposing, wielding a massive mace carved from the leg bone of a frost behemoth, its head covered in unmelting ice, and its eyes burning like icy blue flames.

It was none other than Ragras, the leader of the frost giants.

"Dealing with that damned undead army took a little time, but at least we're not late." Ragras's roar was like muffled thunder, or like a raging tsunami, making the falling snowflakes in the sky seem to tremble.

Behind it, nine hundred frost giant warriors, like moving glaciers, crashed into the surging sea of ​​undead with the force to crush everything in their path.

The Frost Giants' power is pure and savage.

Huge bone hammers, ice axes, and even fists capable of smashing a small mountain with a single blow—each swing carries a terrifying, mountain-splitting power.

The fragile, low-level undead were easily swept away like withered branches and smashed into bone dust before them. Griffins that had become undead creatures swooped in from the horizon, but they were still grabbed by their fan-like hands and torn in half like roast ducks, or slammed to the ground and smashed into mincemeat.

The biting cold spread with their attacks, freezing the ground wherever they went. Many of the undead visibly became stiff and sluggish, and some were even frozen in place, becoming ice sculptures.

The appearance of the frost giants acted like a stabilizing force, instantly tearing a huge gap in the undead tide and greatly relieving the pressure.

"Your Majesty, is this the nine hundred people you mentioned?" Astonishment grew wildly in the old prime minister's heart like weeds.

Everything he'd experienced these past few days made him feel like he was going crazy. First, the undead, then His Majesty Harland becoming a Death Knight, and now the legendary Frost Giant—it all felt so unreal.

"My God, it's the legendary Frost Giant!"

"How could they possibly be here?"

The ministers and nobles still can't believe it; judging from their expressions, some even doubt that they're dreaming.

"Slap!" Then the lord raised his hand and slapped each of them with a big slap.

The ministers and nobles, covering their visibly swollen faces, looked utterly aggrieved: "Your Majesty Li Wei?"

"Does it hurt? If it hurts, it's not a dream," the lord said with a smile.

He had long disliked these scoundrels; they were the biggest bullies in their own group, completely cowardly and afraid of the strong.

Therefore, the noble ministers immediately showed expressions of sudden realization and gratitude.

"Slap!" The lord raised his other hand and slapped them both across the face.

Gratitude? Even gratitude will get you a beating!

"What are you doing?" When had the nobles ever been insulted like this? Although they dared not be angry, they were clearly resentful.

“I have OCD, so it’s much more comfortable now that it’s symmetrical.” The lord looked at their faces, which were swollen on both sides, and said in a serious tone, “I’m really sorry.”

Several surviving nobles kept thanking themselves for their foresight in siding with this Dragon Knight, otherwise they would certainly be among those being beaten now.

However, the number of undead was simply too great, like an endless swarm of black ants, emerging from all directions, even from the cracks in the ruined buildings, and surging madly toward the last living beings in the center of the square. Although the frost giants' battle line was solid, they were also tied down on the north side.

Considering that Gonda still had a chance to be rebuilt, the lord instructed the massive barbarians not to damage the buildings as much as possible.

After all, the death of the frost giant had nothing to do with him, but the loss of Gondar's buildings was equivalent to the loss of countless gold.

This caused the Frost Giants to be somewhat hesitant and unable to fully utilize their abilities.

Just as the nobles had begun to feel a glimmer of hope due to the arrival of the frost giants, they were terrified by the undead surging from even further away.

Roar!
A more terrifying dragon roar, filled with an aura of destruction and savagery, exploded from the sky above everyone's heads like a horn tearing the heavens apart.

The sound was so close, so oppressive, that everyone's heart sank, as if gripped by an invisible giant claw.

Then, the sky suddenly darkened further, as if a curtain had been drawn over it. A massive, sky-covering black shadow, like a falling black mountain, swooped down from the gloomy, gray clouds, accompanied by a suffocating gale.

Its outstretched dragon wings completely covered the entire square, and the shadows it cast instantly swallowed up all the light below.

It's Sersney.

Her long, powerful neck was gracefully raised, and her jaw, covered with jagged bone spurs, opened, revealing a chilling dark green light brewing deep within her throat.

The black dragon's breath swept over in an instant.

A thick, highly toxic, dark green acidic liquid with a pungent stench poured down from Sersney's mouth like a waterfall.

The target was the most densely packed undead in the square.

The moment the acidic breath touched the undead, a horrific scene unfolded.

Tsk tsk tsk! ! !
The piercing sound of corrosion was like the hissing of countless venomous snakes.

Whether it's a resilient zombie, a skeleton, or an undead knight clad in tattered armor, they are all as fragile as paper in the face of this destructive acid.

The undead that were directly hit couldn't even utter their last words before they melted and decomposed rapidly in a burst of white smoke, turning into pools of bubbling, foul-smelling, black, viscous liquid.

The acid splashed out and landed on other undead, causing extensive corrosive damage as well. The severed limbs and remains softened and dissolved rapidly, as if they had been soaked in strong acid.

With a single breath, Sersne cleared two enormous, smoky "death corridors" from the Sea of ​​the Dead, leaving only charred, bubbling ground and dissolving debris along the way.

The destructive power left the nobles hiding within the holy light barrier dumbfounded. A chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and they forgot to even scream.

This was the first time they had witnessed the dragon's devastating power firsthand, a power that was completely beyond human capability to resist.

This makes one appreciate even more the prestige of this Dragon Knight.

The black dragon Sersni made an elegant yet powerful gliding turn in the air, her cold vertical pupils sweeping over the undead and tiny humans below, which looked like ants, before finally landing on the figure in the center of the square that radiated dazzling holy light.

She stopped spewing dragon breath and hovered in mid-air, her huge membranous wings slowly flapping, stirring up gusts of wind, like a descending Grim Reaper gently landing on the once luxurious palace dome. Her thick dragon claws gripped the Roman-style domes, and then she unleashed wave after wave of dragon breath in all directions, beginning to plow and sweep away the entire palace.

The frost giants advanced slowly like a moving glacier, while the black dragon loomed overhead like a sword of destruction.

This powerful reinforcement finally managed to temporarily halt the onslaught of the undead horde.

As Kalis watched Sersni circling in the sky and the frost giants fighting fiercely, her tense nerves relaxed slightly, but her gaze became even more solemn as she looked toward the location of the Holy Light Church.

“If I’m not mistaken, Fatil and the others are over there, aren’t they?” Levi noticed the Pope’s gaze.

In fact, he had already sensed several unusually powerful auras from the Holy Light Church, but since he found Saint Ego Saint there as well, he decided to come here to provide support first.

After all, they are powerful beings who have survived from thousands of years ago. Lord, I really don't believe that the other party would have no way to deal with them at all.

“Yes.” Kalis’s face showed a compassionate expression.

For her, watching helplessly as millions of residents became dead was the greatest punishment she could ever endure.

“Fatiel and the main force of the Knights Templar, as well as the saints, are all there. The most powerful holy light array and holy relics accumulated over the ages are there. The undead, especially the Lich King and the Death Knights, instinctively desire to destroy it, because for them, the holy light is like a natural enemy, making them naturally averse to and hate it.”

She gazed into the churning darkness, her golden eyes trying to pierce through the layers of buildings: "The Saint foresaw the undead calamity and made preparations. But the source he foresaw wasn't Harland, and he certainly didn't expect this power to be so bizarre and powerful, causing the entire city of Gonda to fall..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt, for from the very center of that dense darkness, several blinding golden lights suddenly burst forth, only to be swiftly swallowed by the even deeper darkness.

Even from this distance, it still makes one's heart sink.

Everyone could see the holy light piercing the sky, and knew that an even more difficult battle was brewing there.

"My lord, let's hurry over there." Lagras's voice echoed in Levi's mind: "I can sense that thing is there."

For ancient beings who have lived for thousands of years, the practical little spell of telepathy is not difficult to learn. Some private and important topics can be directly transmitted to the mind of a designated person through this method.

Of course, this is on the premise that the other party does not refuse.

“I thought you would go and retrieve the Ring of Ice and Water alone,” Li Wei’s voice rang out.

Although he doesn't know this spell, as long as Ragras establishes a telepathic connection, the two can begin to communicate remotely.

“Slander! This is slander!” Lagras immediately cried out in protest.

In fact, it did freeze in its heart. To be honest, it had indeed had this idea before, but Li Wei could sense a powerful aura there, and it could naturally sense it as well.

In particular, it sensed a familiar aura from somewhere, which made it somewhat suspicious and unsure, so it decided to play it safe for the time being.

Since the two have already established a contract, it would be better to let this human go first.

Li Wei didn't waste any more time arguing with this cunning old man; he knew exactly what the other man was up to.

After all, being inhuman isn't something you become more skilled at with age; it's related to experience. Although the other person has lived for thousands of years, they've spent most of their time in a tribe with a maximum of only a thousand or so people.

How can anyone compare to him when it comes to swindling people, someone who's become an old hand in the social melting pot?

Li Wei's gaze swept over Sersni's massive figure: "Sersni!"

"Roar!"

In response, the black dragon hovering above the palace dome let out a short, powerful roar, its massive head turning toward Li Wei, its cold, vertical pupils flashing with a complex mix of emotions—a mixture of submission and awe.

Honestly, Sersne's feelings were complicated. She still wanted to escape, but suddenly encountering the Frost Giants, the bastard sons of Titans who knew how to use the Titan Diamonds, made her reluctant to leave.

After all, she had possessed the Ring of Sky and Thunder for so long, and she had no idea how to use its power. This had almost become an obsession for her, so how could she leave now that she had the chance?

"This is your responsibility. Be careful not to destroy those magnificent buildings, or the repair costs will be deducted from your wallet later." Li Wei pointed to the still surging tide of undead, which had become noticeably thinner under the brute force of the frost giants and the corrosive acid of the black dragon.

Sersne let out a disgruntled snort, as if to say "What a nuisance," but her massive head still nodded. Then she took a deep breath, and a chilling dark green light shone from the depths of her throat once more, as she began a new round of more precise dragon breath towards another dense horde of undead.

(End of this chapter)