I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 41 41. Charge! Charge!

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After leaving Blackwater City, the group spurred their horses towards the Great Rift Valley east of Blackwater City.

The further they went, the more desolate and empty the surrounding land became. After galloping for more than ten minutes, there wasn't even a blade of grass to be seen.

Washed by the rain, there was yellow mud everywhere.

Hooves pounded, splashing mud.

Under the dark clouds and the occasional flash of lightning, the men and women on the twenty light cavalry leaned forward, urging their horses on, racing through the torrential rain.

Beside the figure in the lead, riding a tall white horse and wearing a gold and white papal tiara, was Hania, her pure white wings spread as she flew alongside.

The light cavalry traversed the wilderness, adding many hoof prints to this land that had been neglected for so long.

The dull thud of hooves could still be heard clearly in the downpour.

A tragic scene of going against the tide towards the battlefield.

Leyal followed Ian closely, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily, afraid of an enemy ambush.

In his hand, he tightly gripped the enchanted diamond sword hanging at his waist, the power boost from the enchantment giving Leyal more security.

Recalling everything that had happened in Blackwater City, Leyal felt a sense of inexplicable emotion.

The citizens of Blackwater City鈥?,"Seemed to trust Ian more than he, an old man who had loyally followed the Forbes family his whole life, and even raised Ian himself.

When they heard that Ian was going to block the demons with twenty men, they had tried to dissuade him and expressed their concerns.

But later, Leyal clearly remembered that at the last moment before leaving the city, he looked back and saw everyone, from Father Matthew to the three-year-old children.

Everyone's eyes were full of fervent faith.

They firmly believed that Ian would be victorious, simply because Ian had told them that he would bring victory back to Blackwater City.

Whether it was faith in the Dawn or faith in Ian, it no longer mattered, after all, Ian was the embodiment of the Dawn.

Leyal was just a little ashamed.

The citizens of Blackwater City had only been with Ian for less than a month, and even if you only counted the times they met, it would only be a few times at most.

Even so, they were willing to firmly believe, even blindly believe, everything Ian said.

So what about him, the Cardinal Archbishop of the Church of the Dawn?

He knew Ian better than anyone else, and he knew the Church of the Dawn better than anyone else.

He had seen more incredible and great miracles than anyone else.

If so, why couldn't he have unwavering faith in Ian?

Perhaps, deep down, he still thought of Ian as the child he used to be.

But the reality told him that in the blink of an eye, Ian was already the Pope, shouldering the revival of the Forbes family and the rise of the Church of the Dawn.

He was the leader who possessed thousands of fanatical believers who were ready to sacrifice themselves for him at any time, and who controlled the great Dawn Heaven.

He, Leyal, could no longer use the eyes of an elder to consider Ian's decisions.

The current Ian had enough ability and determination to convince others.

He felt a little lost, but more than that, he was relieved.

"At least鈥?Old Master, Young Master Ian has really grown to the point where we need to look up to him."

Grasping the enchanted diamond sword in his hand, which was constantly giving him courage and strength, Leyal no longer hesitated.

Ian said he would win, and he definitely would!

As the Cardinal Archbishop of the Church of the Dawn, the only thing he needed to do was to firmly believe in the Pope and act according to the Pope's instructions.

The speed of the warhorse under his crotch was getting faster and faster, but there were still no landmarks around, and it was still an endless wilderness of mud.

Not even a shadow of the Great Rift Valley could be seen.

At this time, they had been galloping for more than half an hour.

Ian raised his head against the rain and looked at Hania, who was flying beside him, and said loudly:

"Hania, how long will it take to get to the Great Rift Valley?"

Hania instantly spiraled upwards, raised her vision, and then swooped down lightly, returning to Ian's side.

"About an hour, Your Holiness!"

Ian nodded, but he was marveling at how the Winged Clan was indeed a natural scout.

Hania had traveled all the way from the Great Rift Valley to ask for help, and it only took her more than ten minutes to fly to Blackwater City.

But it would take them nearly two hours to ride excellent warhorses.

This kind of speed, coupled with the maneuverability of Hania's鍘熷湴鎿″崌 just now.

No wonder the Winged Clan was able to make such a big name for themselves in the Hundred Clan Alliance back then.

Hania was still anxious and quickly said:

"Your Holiness, why don't I go back and see how things are going and then come back to report!"

"At my speed, I can make a round trip in half an hour!"

Ian shook his head.

"No, with a great battle imminent, we must preserve all the power that should not be wasted."

Hania didn't say anything more, just silently increased her speed and guided the warhorse forward.

Suddenly, Freya rode her horse to her side and shouted loudly.

"Sister Hania, your Winged Clan's wings won't be unable to fly because of the heavy rain, and you are so fast鈥"

"Since you can't beat those demons, it's still no problem to escape, right? Why don't you retreat first?"

Ian and the others also looked over curiously.

But for some reason, Hania remained silent in the face of this simple question.

鈥?鈥?,""Retreat?"

Below the Great Rift Valley, a burly Winged Clan man flapped his wings and swooped down, waving a tattered greatsword, smashing dozens of undead skeletons and several mutated demonic beasts.

He flew up again and wiped the rain off his face.

"Where to retreat to?"

Another strong man flew forward and split apart the Mind Flayer's spell that was attacking the big man with a sword, and said anxiously while looking back:

"North! South! Or Blackwater City that Hania mentioned! Patriarch, take the children and leave, the Winged Clan can still leave a spark!"

"Silence!"

The Winged Clan patriarch continued to wave his greatsword and swoop down to support the other Winged Clan warriors.

Every move and stance was filled with hatred, and the power was full.

"After the Fourth Anti-Demon War, how much infamy and injustice did my Winged Clan bear!"

"Why did we come here, have you all forgotten!"

Turning around, he fiercely stabbed the greatsword into the skull of the undead knight, and with a twist of the hilt, he immediately shattered its soul fire.

"I haven't forgotten!"

"I can't forget!"

The most 鈯?new 鈯?small 鈯?say 鈯?in 鈯?鈯?鈯?first 鈯?hair!

"I dare not forget!"

The Winged Clan patriarch roared as he braved the heavy rain and soared into the sky, then found the direction of the Mind Flayer mage and charged forward without hesitation.

"I can't forget the old patriarch grabbing my hand when he was dying, stubbornly telling me that our Winged Clan was wronged!"

"I can't forget my father roaring at me to open my eyes and watch before he was torn apart by the Mind Flayer, telling me that the Winged Clan has no cowards! Not traitors!"

"I can't forget the predecessors taking the worst weapons and going to isolated and helpless desperate situations to die, just to prove that the Winged Clan has always had a pure soul!"

The fiery red sword energy turned into a wave, evaporating the rain, and cutting off the head of the Mind Flayer mage with one sword.

Then he raised his sword and faced the attacks of the endless undead legion, killing towards the other Mind Flayers.

"I can't forget the promise I made to countless martyrs in that Winged Clan burial ground!"

"I will not leave the anti-demon front until the injustice borne by the Winged Clan is washed away!"

The Winged Clan patriarch's scorching fiery red fighting spirit turned into flames, making the whole person look like a charging flame spear.

Facing the coverage of countless demonic magic, he still moved forward without hesitation.

"If we retreat one step today, we will retreat one step tomorrow!"

"If we retreat again and again, is the Winged Clan still the Winged Clan? In time, will there still be a place for my Winged Clan in this Rodri Continent?"

"If it is really confirmed that my Winged Clan is greedy for life and afraid of death, is a traitor, is a surrender faction! What face do I have to see my father and the old patriarch?"

"What face do you have to see those predecessors who calmly went to their deaths?!"

The flame spear went straight to Huanglong, killing another Mind Flayer warrior.

The Winged Clan patriarch flew up, looking resolutely at the core of the demonic army guarded by countless high-level undead knights and powerful mutated demonic beasts.

The Mind Flayer officer who presided over this siege was there.

Charging power, raising the sword, continuing to charge.

"I would rather the entire Winged Clan die in battle today and be exterminated here, than let people continue to despise my Winged Clan!"

"We are warriors! Not traitors!"

"All clansmen listen to my orders!"

"The strong charge into battle! The old and young defend! Women and children heal the wounded! Fight to the death and do not retreat!"

"Charge! Charge! Charge!!!"

Under the dark clouds, the Winged Clan patriarch, like a fiery meteor, charged towards the Mind Flayer commander with the determination to die.

On the ground was an endless undead legion, and in the sky was a lone flame meteor swooping down.

This scene directly filled the tragic sense of destiny.

He understood that once he left, he would never return like an arrow leaving the string.

But at least, like all the Winged Clan predecessors, he was moving forward until his death.

The colorful magical halos were ready, weaving into a large net waiting for the Winged Clan patriarch to arrive.

At this moment.

A rumbling thunder accompanied a streak of pure white light falling from the sky.

In an instant, it passed over the Winged Clan patriarch, easily smashing the demonic magic net, and disappearing into the center of the army formation.

The roaring thunder made the dark world regain its light.

In an instant, hundreds of undead knights, demonic beasts, and dozens of Mind Flayer mages were struck into a patch of scorched earth by the lightning.

The battlefield fell into a terrible silence.

Whether it was the Winged Clan or the Mind Flayers, they were all stunned, staring at the crater that appeared out of nowhere.

At the bottom of the pit, a radiant trident was inserted, emitting wisps of mist.

The next moment, the trident trembled, and then rose into the air on its own, flying into the sky.

Following the trident's flight path, everyone looked up.

They only saw a floating island of mud appearing in the sky at some point.

On it, Ian, wearing gold and white robes and an extravagant papal tiara, had a cold expression.

Grasping the terrifying trident in one hand, he despised all the demons.

Lightning frequently exploded behind him, and the light spot of the holy Pope, sandwiched between black and white, was the most dazzling in the world.

Gradually, Ian raised the trident in his hand again.

Like a god throwing divine punishment at the blasphemers on earth.

"By the divine decree of the Dawn鈥?Kill the demons!!!"