The Chosen of Slaanesh in Infinite Worlds

He knew very well that this battle was just a mission for him, but for Cooper and his soldiers, it was a matter of life and death.

The breeze blows, bringing with it the unique coldness and bleakness of autumn in the north.

This cold wind not only blew away the clouds in the sky, but also blew away the last bit of warmth in people's hearts.

A gloomy atmosphere permeated outside the city, and the desire to kill surged like an undercurrent, boiling up uncontrollably.

Link, who was standing aside, felt the contempt and provocation from the middle-aged man. Although he was angry, he did not lose his mind.

He stretched out his hand to stop his equally restless companion, knowing that it was crucial to understand the enemy's identity and intentions before killing.

In this way, even if they die in battle today, they can leave clues behind, giving future generations a chance to avenge them.

"Let me guess, you... came here from Skaent City under the orders of the Jeffrey family?" Link's voice was calm and steady, revealing a wisdom that should not be underestimated.

The middle-aged man was surprised when he heard this. He then hesitated for a moment and said with a smile, "Oh? You have quite a good eye. But who are you?"

"In the North, I can't think of anyone else who can have the power to form such a powerful cavalry team, and bring dozens of accompanying magicians, except for the Jeffrey family."

Link said calmly, his eyes revealing his insight and understanding of the situation.

The Jeffrey family, as one of the four ducal families in the Seven Shields Alliance, is known as the Grand Duke of the North.

They have an ace cavalry unit, the Thorn Legion, and are the true northern masters of the Seven Shields Kingdom.

Once the city of Mislina falls into his hands, the entire northern border along the northern forest will become the bricks and stones for consolidating his rule.

This is undoubtedly a huge temptation for the Jeffrey family.

"You openly attacked the city of Mithrina. Aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath and punishment of the kingdom?"

Cooper roared, his voice filled with resentment and anger.

He knew very well that the North had just been harassed by the Goblin King, and these noble private armies not only did not provide any assistance, but instead took the opportunity to start a war and wanted to occupy new cities.

This behavior is no different from that of livestock!

However, the middle-aged man seemed to have heard something funny and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahaha, don't be naive! First of all, I'm just the leader of this gang of thieves. Secondly, dead people won't leak any information!" His words were full of coldness and cruelty, as if the lives of these soldiers were just insignificant ants in his eyes.

"The bells of death have rung for you. Today, the city of Mithrina will be destroyed!"

The middle-aged man said coldly, the desire to kill filled his flushed face, looking a little weird.

He drew out the sword hanging at his waist, raised it high, and pointed it at the city guards on the city wall.

As he gave the order, the word "Kill!" came out, and the silent and frozen air was instantly broken by the sound of horse hooves.

The earth was shaking, as if even the sky was shaking.

The dim early morning sun cast a faint light through the clouds, which contrasted with the cold light of the sharp blade, instantly turning this space into a cold and murderous battlefield.

A fighting spirit as heavy as a mountain slowly rose from the middle-aged man's body, like an invisible pressure enveloping the hearts of the guards guarding the city on the city wall.

Faced with this sudden powerful pressure, the guards on the city wall couldn't help feeling suffocated.

However, Kuber was not intimidated by this momentum. He looked around at the guards whose morale had dropped sharply, then looked at the enemy who was gradually approaching, and shouted loudly to encourage them: "Don't give up! Fight to the end! Defend the city of Mislina!" His voice resounded through the sky like thunder, arousing the fighting spirit and courage in the hearts of the soldiers.

"Guard the city of Mislina!" The young city defense soldiers also shouted loudly.

Although most of them are just ordinary people, the city of Mislina, as their hometown, will not be trampled upon by outsiders!

At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten life and death and fear, and only thought about how to protect this land and their home.

The excited roars resounded through the sky, and the morale of the young city defense soldiers began to rise.

The previous feeling of being suppressed by the fighting spirit was now covered and broken by the excited spirit.

They held their weapons tightly in their hands and looked firmly at the cavalry charging ahead.

The sound of horse hooves was as fast as thunder, and a cavalry column with several magicians charged from the distant hills.

They were dressed in iron armor and armed with spears and swords, sweeping in like an unstoppable torrent.

Link looked at the cavalry charging in front of him, half-closed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking about.

Finally, he narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and waved: "Go ahead! Leave no one alive!" His voice was cold and resolute, as if he had already prepared for the worst.

However, the machine gunners on the city wall did not make any moves, which made Cooper and others feel a little strange.

When they were about to ask, they suddenly found that fifty warriors wearing strange armor appeared on the other side of the city wall.

These warriors are tall and strong, and look fierce, like warriors who have traveled from another world.

These are fifty Forge Knights from the Ring of Magic world!

It was the prize that Link had drawn through some mysterious means last night!

They were once powerful warriors who followed the First King to conquer all corners of the world. Now they are summoned to this new world, and are about to bloom with their own legendary glory!

Clang! The Crucible Knights who had been waiting for orders on the city wall now raised their weapons like sleeping lions awakening from their sleep.

They stood on the city wall and looked down upon the charging cavalrymen. A bloodthirsty and cold aura made the air even colder.

They no longer need to suppress themselves or restrain themselves, because at this moment they can finally release their fighting power and killing intent!

The domineering and unparalleled momentum rises into the sky!

The tall and burly Crucible Knights dressed in dark golden armor looked like kings stepping down from the throne of bones.

Looking at their figures, the city defense soldiers seemed to see an endless sea of blood rolling, suppressing the dim firelight around them.

That is the will and power that once slaughtered giants, slayed dragons, and crushed monsters!

Bend your knees and squat with your feet on the ground!

The next moment, the figures of the Crucible Knights disappeared from the spot, leaving only shattered cracks and shallow pits that spread like a spider web.

Their speed and strength are astonishing!

The next moment, fifty Crucible Knights appeared above these cavalrymen like gods descending to the earth.

They wield their weapons and chop down with force, or materialize as giant dragons and spit out flames that burn everything!

"Kill!" Faced with the sudden deadly danger, the fighting spirit in the middle-aged man burst out like a flood!

The sword in his hand glowed with deep yellow light due to the fighting spirit, as if it was ready to cut off all obstacles! However, when facing the domineering and unparalleled attack of the Crucible Knight, he found that his power was so small!

Crack! The Crucible Knight's huge sword slashed down and sever the blade in his hand!

Then he split the dark blue ice shield that suddenly appeared! Even the little rays of light on the black mail armor were useless!

The middle-aged man despairedly discovered that all obstacles, including himself and his galloping chain-mailed warhorse, were cut in half by this sword!

The gushing blood dyed the night red, and the splattered internal organs were scattered under the early sun!

There was no dodging or retreating! The Crucible Knights just quietly bathed in the baptism of blood!

They seemed to have returned to the days of war and felt the familiar and exciting joy of killing!

They haven't experienced this feeling for a long time since the death of the First King!

The silent killing heart began to beat wildly again in the chests of these Crucible Knights!

They can clearly feel the blood in their bodies boiling and burning!

That familiar feeling reminded them of the memories and glory of expanding the border area! They are still alive! In the new world, they will continue to open up more territory!

Show the legend and glory of the Crucible Knight!

The brave and fearless spirit of the Crucible Knights grew stronger in this battle which would be over in no time!

Under their influence, bloodthirsty and fanatical expressions also appeared on the young faces of Cooper and the city defense soldiers!

They seemed to be infected and inspired by this power and became more brave and determined!

The sad wind of late autumn is getting colder, but it can't extinguish the killing desire that burns like fire in their hearts!

At the foot of the city wall, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and more than two steel torrents collided with each other almost without any skill!

The sound of halberds breaking, armor colliding, and horses' hooves clattering together created a beautiful and moving war melody!

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The Crucible Knights wielding lances were like cold-blooded gods of death. In a flash, they pierced the chests of two enemies with their lances.

The two enemies were like broken dolls, hanging limply on the gun tips, and sticky blood was like a trickle, slowly flowing down his dark golden armor, dyeing his body even more scarlet.

There was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if this was just an ordinary kill among his countless battles.

In a flash, the figures beside me crossed each other again like ghosts.

They each left behind their crushed bodies and collided fiercely again. The sound of metal clashing and the tragic roars intertwined into a symphony of death.

The tragic atmosphere on the battlefield intensified like a violent storm, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The flames of war were burning fiercely on this land. Countless lives at this moment were like moths, rushing towards the raging flames without hesitation, and finally turned into wisps of ashes, floating in the air.

This is the cruelty of war and the helplessness of life.

Link stepped on the broken corpses under his feet, and every step seemed to be stepping on the dust of history.

His gaze was unruly, penetrating through the layers of smoke and falling on the battlefield not far away where blood and glory were intertwined.

That was his goal and also his battlefield. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, like a warrior about to embark on a journey.

The giant sword in his hand left deep marks on the grass as he moved forward, as if it was his oath to the world.

The bloody and violent atmosphere filled his surroundings, but he seemed unaware of it. He just held the giant sword tightly, as if it was his only support.

"Everything is just a stepping stone on the road ahead!"

Link murmured softly, this sentence seemed to be his belief and his motivation.

He understood that in this cruel war, only by moving forward could he survive and protect what he wanted to protect.

Approaching the cavalry battlefield, Link suddenly swung the heavy sword around himself.

The sword whistled past like the roar of a wild beast, deafening. The cold blade was like a sharp blade, easily tearing through the solid armor and killing all enemies within the range of the giant sword.

There were clearly visible crimson scars on their armor, which were the mark left by Link and the proof of their death.

The cries of fear and despair resounded through the sky on the battlefield, and a large amount of vigorous life energy disappeared like smoke at this moment.

The blood flowed like a stream on the plain grass, dyeing the land even scarlet. This one-sided massacre instantly broke the morale of the Thorn Legion cavalry. They seemed to see the coming of the god of death. The terrifying figures of fifty demons filled their eyes, making their humble souls tremble.

Cooper was standing not far away, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the battle situation being changed at this moment.

He was delighted, knowing that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He shouted loudly, "Victory is at hand, charge!" His voice resounded across the battlefield like thunder, inspiring the hearts of every city defender.

"Charge!" the city defenders shouted in unison, their voices full of determination and courage.

They blew the charge horn again, and without even having time to wipe the blood off their faces, they clenched the cold spears in their hands, and followed the Crucible Knights, fearlessly charging towards the enemies in front of them.

Their figures were looming in the smoke, as if a group of brave warriors were challenging death.

The dawn of victory slowly appeared like the rising sun, and the flames of war gradually burned to an end. Link stood on the battlefield, looking at the scene in front of him, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

He knew that although this war was cruel, it also made them more determined in their beliefs and determination.

The cold autumn wind was blowing across the battlefield, and the strong smell of blood filled the devastated land.

Torn flesh wrapped around pale bones could be seen everywhere, blood was flowing from the broken weapons stuck upside down, and the painful and faint groans of the war horses echoed in the ears.

It is a heartbreaking picture and a brutal portrayal of war.

Link stood here quietly, feeling it all. His heart was filled with complex emotions, different from the feelings during the Goblin War. This was a ruthless slaughter of his own kind, the most direct trampling of life.

He had experienced countless battles, but this time was the first time he participated in a battle against his own kind on such a large scale.

The collision between the two groups, the silent harvest of lives, and the overflowing blood bloomed as brightly as a rose.

However, behind this brilliance lies endless sadness and pain.

Everything seemed so natural, as if this was the law of war and a necessary condition for survival.

These fifty Crucible Knights established their glory in this battle.

They are like a group of fearless war gods, writing their own legends with their blood and lives.

After today, no one will underestimate them anymore, they will become the brightest stars on this land.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Heavy footsteps sounded on the battlefield, breaking Link's thoughts.