Cat Princess and Human Knight

The Snow Owl Knight in the air pulled out his last poisoned spear, patted the Snow Owl's cheek, and the Snow Owl swooped down.

Sofia, holding swords in both hands, had no idea where she was or what she was going through.

She was merely a sheltered flower who had received the education of a royal princess; the fencing and dance techniques she learned in the palace were completely unsuitable for the real battlefield.

If it weren't for the cat knights around her risking their lives to shield her, she would have died long ago.

The clan cats also discovered her weakness and kept charging at her, wearing down the cat knights who came to protect her.

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out as Luna, the calico knight, slammed into Sophia.

"Lady, be careful!"

Sophia fell to the ground and saw the Snow Owl Knight in the air preparing to throw a poisoned spear at Luna, who had pushed her away.

"Luna!"

Sofia screamed and reached out to pull Luna away, but it was too late.

Luna had already closed her eyes, preparing to face her death.

Just then, a beam of holy light suddenly shone in the sky, the blinding light striking the Snow Owl Knight's face, making it impossible for him to open his eyes, forcing him to return to the sky.

Following the source of the holy light, Sophia looked south, where on a hill there, an orange cat was raising a warhammer, radiating holy light.

Although she couldn't see the cat clearly because it was too far away, Sofia knew it must be...

"Bell!"

Sofia's eyes welled up with tears. She had been enduring, waiting, and hoping all along.

Now, her army has arrived.

On the southern hillside, Bell was not alone; one cat knight after another appeared on the hillside and beside him.

Battle flags fluttered behind them, bearing the emblem of golden claw marks piercing through an iris crown.

The Maine Coon cats, clad in golden claw-patterned plate armor, are majestic and imposing, riding on war lynxes that are even more ferocious than ordinary lynxes.

This is a large subspecies of lynx, standing 1.3 meters tall at the shoulder. It is trained to carry heavy loads and can be equipped with chainmail to carry fully armed cat riders in a charge.

Both the cat and the mount are heavily armored knights, representing the Royal Claw Knights, who are tasked with preserving the last vestiges of dignity for the Mankikan royal family.

The cat riders of the gravel hills at most wear chainmail, while the clan cats of the nomadic cat packs consider even leather armor to be good equipment.

The golden-armored cat knights lined up on the high slope, and under the light of Bell's warhammer, they seemed to be shrouded in a divine glow.

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When the heavily armed Royal Claw Knights appeared on the southern hill, Grom immediately pushed aside the cats and hissed at Blackhand.

"You idiot! Why didn't you send Snowhawk Knights to scout other directions? The enemy cats to the south are practically right in front of us and you still don't know! You moron!"

Ignoring the black hand, whose face had turned blue with rage, Grom charged south, tearing up a battle flag belonging to the Cat Howl Clan along the way and shouting.

"Warriors of the Howling Cat Clan! Follow me! For the nomadic cats!"

Amidst the chaos of battle, the Meow Clan warriors pushed aside the enemy cats and moved toward Grom's battle banner. Hundreds of strong Siberian cats gathered around him and headed south.

But by then, it was too late.

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Bell raised his warhammer high, and the light of the holy hammer shone into the sky, driving away the snow owl knights in the air.

The war lynx beneath him pawed at the ground restlessly, barely suppressing the urge to throw the unfamiliar orange cat off him.

Regal, standing beside Bell. The Fiery Heart braced his right hand for his lance, raising his left hand high.

Then, hundreds of heavily armored knights neatly set up their lances, a forest of spears, well-trained, pointing directly at the undefended southern flank of the nomadic cats.

"Regal shouted."

"Blood stains my armor, I swear to defend glory, honor is my life!"

The hundreds of heavily armored knights of the Royal Claw Knights excitedly chanted the Royal Claw Knights' motto together.

"Glory is my life!"

Regal pointed ahead with his left hand and said.

"The last Mankik is there, and we have come at her call."

I never imagined that such a day would come, that the glorious Mankikan royal family would be destroyed.

Unexpectedly, this day has come, and the Royal Claw Knights, having lost their master, will also perish.

But not today!

Today, we will fight to the death! For the last Mankik, for the glory of the Royal Claw Knights!

In the name of the glory you cherish most, I beg you to fight alongside me!

Today, we will bravely face death and fight to the death for the last Mankik!

"For the last Mankiken!"

"Royal Claw Knights, advance!"

"go ahead!"

Regal lowered his armor and spurred his war lynx into a gallop.

The heavily armored knights and their armored war lynxes were like a moving wall, gradually increasing their speed.

The earth trembled, the enemy cats trembled, and all the cats held their breath, watching the Royal Claw Knights charge down the hill.

Bell raised his holy hammer high beside Rehgar, transforming all his power into light. The holy light struck the eyes of the snow owls in the air, causing them to howl and carry the sky knight far away.

Grom couldn't keep up with the increasingly fast speed of the armored knights and could only watch helplessly as they charged towards the flank of the nomadic cat pack, like a hot knife piercing butter, instantly cutting through the fish-scale formation.

A 1.3-meter-tall war lynx carrying a Maine Coon cat over 1 meter tall charged into the nomadic cat formation from the flank, rampaging through the ranks.

For small to medium-sized cats, who are between 30 and 50 centimeters tall, these heavily armored knights are unstoppable behemoths.

The Royal Claw Knights could crush the weak clan cats of the nomadic cat tribe into a pulp with just their Gallop Stomp attack.

The equipment gap between the two sides was even greater; the nomadic cats' crude weapons couldn't even penetrate the Royal Claw Knights' plate armor or the lynx's chainmail.

The relatively tall Siberian cats were just as weak and helpless in front of these heavy cavalrymen; their pitiful leather armor was pierced through by the heavy lances as easily as paper.

These unfortunate creatures were skewered like candied hawthorns, howling and bleeding, before being thrown out.

The Royal Claw Knights' charge shook the nomadic cat pack's morale, broke through their lines, and joined forces with the two allied noble armies in the Shattered Hills.

Duke Snowclaw was stunned; this was an unexpected reinforcement.

The Marquis of Iron Oak beside him shouted.

"Thank you, Mother Earth, long live the last Mankik!"

"Long live!"

The morale of the noble army on the rubble hills soared. Whether it was the cat knights on the side of Duke Snowclaw or the cat knights on the side of Marquis Ironoak, they all shouted "Long live the last Mankikon!"

Bell ran up to Sofia and Luna, but the impatient war lynx still flipped him off its back.

Bell got up somewhat awkwardly and nervously greeted Luna.

"Are you... are you alright?"

Luna had just spun around before dying, and when she saw Bell, who had saved her, she was overwhelmed with emotion.

This kind-hearted orange cat paladin, at this moment, almost completely overshadowed all of Luna's beautiful fantasies, arriving at her side like a hero riding on auspicious clouds.

Luna carefully helped Sophia up and said to Bell.

"How dare you participate in a secular war? Doesn't the Golden Flame Knights have precepts? Aren't you afraid of breaking them?"

Bell paused for a moment, then said directly.

"This war is no longer a worldly war, and... and you are in danger. Even if it means being expelled from the Golden Flame Knights, I will save you!"

At that moment, Luna felt her heart melt and fall for him. Looking at the orange cat paladin in front of her, who was scratching his head and grinning foolishly, she let go of Sophia and hugged him tightly.

"Idiot! You're such a big idiot!"

Before she could even stand properly, Sophia slumped back down on her bottom, feeling as if her buttocks had been split in two. She looked helplessly at Luna, who was prioritizing her lover over her master, and was speechless.

Bell, who was being held, was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands. He whispered shyly in Luna's ear.

"What are you doing? There's a war going on right now..."

Luna angrily pushed Bell away, looking at the clueless fat cat who didn't understand romance, and said in annoyance.

"Yes! There's a war going on!"