The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

"this..."

Artoria was slightly speechless.

Seeing that she was hesitant, Kiana slowly stepped forward and said, "I'll go. These people can't do anything to me."

Kiana spoke with absolute certainty, as if there was truly nothing in this world that could stump her.

And she really can do it.

but...

Lancelot and Artoria both frowned as they looked at Kiana.

Kiana!

Lancelot shouted sharply:

"Don't do anything rash! Our disadvantages are very obvious, and you are extremely important."

"Since you know I'm important, then you should understand who you should rely on to get through this difficult time."

"I'll need your help later, but for now I need you to lie low."

Lancelot said.

Kiana pouted, "This is troublesome, but whatever. We'll talk when you need me. Hopefully, your plan won't cause you too much damage."

After saying these words, Kiana stopped talking nonsense.

She watched the battle unfold before her in silence.

After a brief selection process, a strong Viking warrior stepped forward to act as the messenger.

Tall and burly, he casually carried his axe and walked towards the enemy lines.

For some reason, the man wearing the horned helmet looked like a god of war, and even his back seemed to have become imposing.

Many soldiers began to look at him with a mixture of awe and respect.

Unfortunately, just as this brave Viking warrior reached the front lines, the allied forces of the lower nobility dispatched several cavalry units.

The cavalrymen were strong and robust, their armor was excellent, and their steel hand-and-a-half swords gleamed with a dangerous aura like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

In almost a split second, the Viking warriors realized that something was wrong.

He was about to turn and run away when arrows rained down from behind.

His shield shattered into pieces in an instant under the barrage of arrows.

Arrows pierced through his chest.

The Viking warrior's eyes gleamed with disbelief.

He lowered his head with difficulty, looking at his pierced abdomen...

His body swayed and he fell into a pool of blood.

Blood spread through the air...

The Viking corpses fell from the sky.

The Viking's body left a long trail of blood in the air...

Artoria's soldiers were enraged as they watched their comrades being killed.

Some people even tried to rush forward, but ultimately failed to take a step.

They are soldiers, and soldiers should obey orders and not act on their own, otherwise...

"Heh, let's fight!"

As the strategist, Lancelot quickly made the most accurate judgment.

In a battle between two armies, if the messenger is killed...

That would mean a fight to the death.

This deadly battle was inevitable.

Moreover, this deadly battle cannot be dragged on.

Because the enemy could send a more powerful army to support them at any time.

At that time...

This war will then turn into a bitter struggle.

They must hurry and strive to win the battle before enemy reinforcements arrive.

Only in this way can the entire army be saved.

After thinking it over, Lancelot took a deep breath.

He rode his horse to the body of the Viking warrior and wiped away the blood with his own clothes.

Then he shouted to his soldiers.

Everyone, listen up!

"Cavalrymen mount their horses, infantrymen form ranks, prepare for battle!!!"

"yes!!!"

The soldiers answered in unison.

They mounted their warhorses and gripped their weapons tightly.

As if in response to their readiness, the noble alliance also sounded the alarms in their trenches and thundered their war drums.

They advanced with steady and orderly steps.

Meanwhile, on the other end, Artoria was also issuing orders.

Her voice was cold and sharp, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine:

"I ordered everyone to be on high alert and await my orders at any time."

My men will annihilate all the rebels in the shortest possible time.

Now, execute the task immediately!

"yes!!!"

"Set off!!!"

With Artoria's order given, the two armies once again engaged in fierce combat.

The scale of this war is far larger than expected.

The scale of the tragedy was far greater than imagined.

The soldiers on both sides charged forward desperately, constantly knocking each other over and kicking each other away.

Not only that, but many more people died directly in the battle.

Countless soldiers died, and the casualty rate between the two armies continued to rise.

These casualties may not mean much to those with weak combat capabilities, but they are undoubtedly a disaster for commanders on the battlefield.

They had to target those with strong fighting abilities.

"Kill them!!!"

"Kill these traitors! Kill these demons!!!"

"Don't be afraid, fight them!!!"

Amidst such fierce shouts of battle, the war had lasted for a full half-hour.

The battle had already reached a fever pitch.

Chapter Twenty-One: A Girl Like a Goddess

Enemies attacked from all directions, and people kept dying.

Meanwhile, their comrades on the battlefield struggled amidst constant death.

Some were shot by the enemy, and some were killed by the enemy's cavalry.

Some are trampled on by their own people...

Under the ravages of war, this place has become a hellish inferno.

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

The noble alliance, relying on its superior numbers, surrounded the enemy from all sides.

They surrounded the knights led by Artoria.

They formed a battle formation and slaughtered the knights who tried to escape the encirclement, one by one.

"Kill! Kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The cavalry of the noble alliance let out a shout.

The spears in their hands thrust one after another into the opponent's chest and abdomen.

He would strike at positions like the front and back, causing the opponent to bleed on the spot each time.

"Hahahaha, just die like that! Die!"

A noble knight laughed wildly.

They brandished their swords, hacking and slashing those around them to death one by one.

"Your opponent is me!" Artoria watched the knights beside her fall, and endless sorrow welled up in her heart.

But she couldn't stay there, because she needed to continue leading them forward.

Their sacrifices would have been in vain if they hadn't overcome this obstacle.

"ah!!"

Suddenly, a knight beside him screamed as an arrow pierced his chest.