Real Mount and Blade Game

The Vaegir archers' armor-piercing arrows were like the Grim Reaper calling their own name, while the ballistae's heavy spears were like hammer blows against those colossal lava wrecks.

The wood elves' arrows were silent yet deadly, and the Rhodok soldiers' shield towers, like reefs, endured the relentless pounding, with shattered bones almost forming a new slope at the base of the walls.

The Holy Tree Knights' silver storm shimmered at the weak points of the defense, and each fall of their mithril greatswords sent up a cloud of bone fragments and dark red sparks. Their precise strangulation maintained the precarious point.

Shen Mu's perception was like the most intricate net, covering the entire battlefield. He clearly "saw" that, near the western side of the fortress, the continuous assault had created a natural "bone ramp" from the piles of abyssal wreckage beneath the walls. Although the defenders were desperately trying to stop those who followed, some of the crazed wreckage had already leaped up to the middle of the wall using the piles of their own kind, their bone claws tearing wildly at the reinforced wooden structure, the acidic fumes of sulfur hissing and crackling.

More wrecked creatures were attracted, converging into a surging tributary that roared as it rushed toward this seemingly vulnerable spot that could be torn apart.

This is the moment!

The sound, as cold as an Arctic gale, pierced through the clamor of the entire battlefield, directly reaching the ears of the silent yet blazing silver torrent at the core of the fortress:

"Holy Tree Knights, heed my command! Target—the western tributary of the ramparts! Swadian Knights, prepare—follow closely behind!"

The command is concise, clear, and leaves no room for doubt.

The ten Holy Tree Knights moved in unison, their cold eyes beneath their mithril visors suddenly shining like icy stars.

They were extensions of Shen Mu's will, steel forged by order. Without a word, the leading knight captain raised the mithril greatsword in his hand, which seemed to flow with cold starlight, its blade pointing directly at the boiling encampment.

"For order! For the lord!" The deep battle cry echoed among the knights, not a roar, but a firm conviction like steel clashing.

Boom!

Within moments of receiving the order, the heavy inner city winch emitted a loud clanging sound as its gears meshed.

The heavy inner door, which had been bearing immense pressure, was suddenly opened on the slide rail, creating a gap large enough for a knight to pass through!
Just as the city gates opened!

"Holy Tree Knight—Charge!"

boom--!
Ten silver bolts of lightning crashed into the shadows of the city gate without reservation!
The heavy mithril hooves crushed the scattered bones beneath the doorway, producing a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

The ten knights instantly coalesced into a narrow, sharp wedge-shaped formation, powerful enough to slice through the toughest flesh. They held their long, heavy steel lances level, the tips drawing ten cold, piercing silver lines in the reflection of the Tarlin's light!

Their speed instantly reached its maximum! Perfectly perpendicular to the direction of the chaotic horde of wrecked remains crashing against the city walls!
Target—the flanks of the Abyssal Corpse army, which surges toward the ramparts with their backs to the city gates and are completely unprepared!

"Knights! Forward!" The roar of the Swadian Knights captain followed closely behind. One hundred heavy cavalrymen, clad in chainmail and whose warhorses were also covered in chainmail, surged out of the city gates like an iron torrent rolling down from the mountains!

They lacked the extreme precision bestowed by the laws of order by the Holy Tree Knights, but possessed the same unparalleled impact and fearless brute force.

They are the steel warhammers of Deherim, ready to smash and crack the abyss's fury!

The Holy Tree Knight's wedge-shaped blade pierced the middle of the horde of wrecked creatures that were surging madly toward the city wall with terrifying speed!

Boom! Crack ...
The visual effect is like a red-hot blade piercing frozen oil!

The few wrecked beasts on the outermost edge didn't even have time to turn around before they were sent flying into the air by the heavy horses!

The sturdy skeleton, marked with dark red spots, shattered and disintegrated like rotten wood the moment it collided head-on with the mithril-armored, high-speed charging warhorse!
The steel lances that followed, carrying the terrifying kinetic energy of the knight and his warhorse combined, easily pierced through the chests, abdomens, and backs of one inferior corpse after another!
The gun groaned under the immense force, the dull thud of the tip piercing flesh blending with the cracking sound of bones breaking!
The charging knights' formation seemed to have transformed into a giant millstone of flesh and blood!
The pierced remains were propelled by the powerful impact, either smashed to pieces or hung on the lances, and were then torn apart by the subsequent pulling and squeezing forces. Dark red blood and burning sulfurous bone fragments gushed out from the gaps in the lance shaft like a fountain!

This sudden, precise flanking attack instantly cut off the massive tide of wrecked bodies surging toward the city's foothold!

Their charge suddenly stalled, and the once smooth tide was thrown into deadly chaos and disarray! The wreckage clinging to the middle of the city wall lost its support and was exposed to the more direct fire of the defenders above!
"Charge! Block the breach!" The soldiers and archers on the city wall were greatly encouraged, and arrows and javelins rained down on the isolated climbers.

The torrent of the Swadian Knights followed closely behind the path carved by the Holy Tree Knights, crashing down like a giant iron hammer!
Boom, boom! ! !

The sounds of clashing steel and shattering bones echoed throughout the battlefield!

One hundred heavily armored warhorses charged into the bloody gap that the Holy Tree Knights had plowed open with overwhelming force!
The knights wielded their lances, greatswords, and flails like a storm of steel, mercilessly crushing and reaping the defeated and disorganized wreckage.

A fallen knight?
No need to worry!

The Swadian knights' training enabled them to quickly form ranks even in the midst of chaos.

Several knights whose horses had been tripped by the fallen wreckage quickly leaped up under the cover of their companions, forming a small circle with their heavy knight's longswords, and engaged in a brutal close-quarters battle with the wreckage that had lost the advantage of its warhorse but was still charging forward with equal ferocity.

The blade clashed with the bone claws, and the chainmail rubbed against the bone spikes, producing a piercing scraping sound.

Each strike was heavy and powerful, the blade embedding itself into bone, shattering and sending it flying!
Blood and bone fragments splattered amidst the flashing blades!

After piercing through the enemy lines, the Holy Tree Knights did not stop. Led by their captain, they drew a huge arc along the base of the city wall, like a silver razor, using their mithril greatswords to scrape deeper and wider wounds on the outer edge of the dense mass of wrecked creatures, causing them to become even more chaotic and unable to quickly regroup and support the assault point.

They were as efficient as cold machines, each sword strike aimed at the most effective target—the enemy's joints, heads, and command nodes attempting to regroup.

The Swadian knights, like rolling chariots, crushed and strangled the repeatedly disturbed horde of wrecked creatures, expanding the chaos into collapse!
The neighing of warhorses and the roar of knights, the dying screams of wrecked steeds and the cracking of bones, all combine to form the most tragic and stirring war symphony of the era of cold weapons!

At this moment, the torrent of steel plowed a brief path through the mire of flesh and blood, using swords and spears, rather than light and fire, to launch the most primal and heavy challenge against the cold, colossal shadow hanging in the sky.

Light is not only for defense; order can also launch a fierce counterattack with the strength of steel!
Shen Mu's gaze still pierced through the boiling battlefield and the chaotic bloody dust, fixing straight on those huge pupils that were like abyssal blood diamonds, cold and sharp, like the sharp tips of his knights' spears.

The will of the End Wolf Shadow seemed to fluctuate slightly, and the cold calculations in its stagnant giant pupils seemed to be briefly interrupted by the countercurrent stirred up by this steel.

A hint of... indescribable... chaos?
Or perhaps a deeper anger? It flashed through His inhuman consciousness. The real battle had only just begun.

The dining table in the abyss has been slashed open by a blood-stained steel knife.

More and more silver armor and iron-gray heavy armor surged out from the open city gates!

The roar of the city gate winch seemed like the war drums of a charge. The Holy Tree Knights, with their ruthless charge like precision instruments, plowed a bloody path ahead. Close behind them was a terrifying iron torrent composed of the entire Swadian heavy cavalry!
One hundred heavily armored warhorses trotted forward, their heavy hooves pounding the earth, creating a raging torrent of steel that made the battlefield tremble!

"Kill!! For Deherim! For the Light!!"

The mithril greatswords of the Holy Tree Knights and the heavy spears and broadswords of the Swadian Knights gleamed with a chilling light under the golden glow of the Holy Light Tower. No longer content with simply sealing the breach, they pressed down like scorching hot irons onto the scattered horde of wreckage, launching a highly efficient sweep.

Within the light barrier lies their absolute domain!

Any Abyssal Corpse shrouded in the light of the Towering Light had its mobility greatly reduced. Its originally hard, dark red bone armor became like rotten, withered wood in the face of the holy light and sacred weapons.

The cavalry's massed charge became a devastating crushing defeat.

The thunderous sound of hooves swept across the scene as a storm of steel swept by.

The Swadian heavy cavalry formed a solid shock wedge, sweeping through enemy lines like a ploughshare.

Heavy spears pierced the chests of one monstrous creature after another, pinning them to the ground or lifting them high into the air; broadswords cleaved down with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, cleaving those fanged and clawed monsters from shoulder to hip into burning fragments; even without weapons, the heavily armored warhorses charging at high speed were terrifying weapons in themselves, their brutal impacts smashing monstrous creatures into pieces like rag dolls, dark red blood and sulfurous bone dust flying everywhere!
They repeatedly charged and crushed along the outer edge of the fortified walls, completely flattening the previously piled-up skeletal ramparts.

Rhodok soldiers and archers seized the opportunity on the city walls, unleashing a hail of arrows and javelins that precisely targeted the scattered targets trying to escape the cavalry's range.

Below the barrier, the previously surging tide of inferior creatures collapsed and disintegrated at a visible speed under the dual strangulation of light and iron.

Large areas were cleared out, leaving only burning sulfurous bone fragments and sticky, filthy blood plasma scattered everywhere.

A triumphant roar erupted within the Knights.

"Too weak! These abyssal scum!"

"They are utterly vulnerable before the Holy Light!"

"Kill them! Drive them back to their dark homeland!"

Some of the most valiant Swadian knights, whose blood was completely ignited, were not even satisfied with fighting within the safe zone enveloped by the holy light.

They saw those scattered, dilapidated remains beyond the edge of Tallinn's light, retreating into the darkness like stray dogs.

An uncontrollable, wild desire to challenge the abyss rose within them.

"Brothers! Follow me! Let's see those cowards hiding in the shadows!"

"Skullhunter! Bring back spoils for the lord!"

"kill--!!"

The leading knight captains roared and spurred their horses, which were also panting heavily from the fighting spirit. They managed to briefly escape the sweeping range of the main force and, like an arrow released from a bow, plunged into the dark area that was still filled with thin gray mist and abyssal chill!
A gasp and an even more frenzied shout erupted from the city wall!

"Look! They've broken out!"

"A true man!"

"Cut off those filthy heads!"

The brilliance of the Holy Light Tower was left behind, and the light before them suddenly dimmed.

The biting cold and the pungent stench of sulfur instantly enveloped the charging knights.

In the darkness, one could clearly hear the "crackling" sound of bones grinding together and the unintelligible hissing as the wrecked creatures retreated, like whispers in the darkness stirring the deepest fears in one's heart.

But at this moment, fear had long been overwhelmed by high morale and the fervor to prove their bravery.

The sound of swords slicing through bone grew even deeper, exploding in the darkness. Sparks flew rapidly from the clash of metal and bone, accompanied by the neighing of warhorses and the furious roars of knights fighting desperately.

"Get out here, you bastard!"

"die!"

"caught you!"

A fierce close-quarters battle suddenly erupted in the dimly lit darkness!
The knights swung their weapons, slashing at the fleeing figures with their senses and the dim light.

After losing the suppression of the light barrier, the inferior corpse became even more frenzied.

Bone claws scraped against the heavy armor with a piercing screeching sound. A knight's warhorse was tripped by a bone spike that suddenly emerged from the darkness, causing the rider and horse to fall. Instantly, shadowy, monstrous skeletons roared and pounced on the fallen knight.

The soldiers guarding the city wall were on tenterhooks.

The few dozen breaths felt like an eternity.

Just as everyone was extremely anxious, and Legolas was even about to rush out with the elven rangers to provide backup—

"Roar-!!!"

A blood-soaked and wild roar tore through the darkness and suddenly rang out!
This roar was not a cry of fear or pain, but the most primal and domineering declaration of victory that humanity could utter!
Immediately afterwards, several knights, covered in blood and with fresh claw marks and sulfur burns on their armor, like lions returning from a battle with ferocious beasts, rode their equally wounded but still fierce warhorses, bursting through the edge of darkness and bathing once again in the sacred golden light of Tallinn!

The most conspicuous was the bearded knight captain at the very front, a fierce warrior named Caranzo.

His thick right arm was raised high, and what he was holding tightly in his hand was a huge skull that was even larger than his fist!

Although the dark red crystal core in the skull's eye sockets was broken and dim, the remaining dark red blood vessels still flowed between the bones, emitting a pungent sulfurous stench!
"Did you see that?! Brothers!" Kalanzo's voice was hoarse from excitement and the battle just now, but it was full of explosive power. He swung the Abyss Spoils in his hand with all his might, raising them towards the ramparts, towards the Holy Light Tower Forest in the sky, and towards the direction of the still silent and floating End Wolf Shadow in the west!

"So what if it's the abyss?! It's only fit to be dust on our armor, decorations hanging on our spear tips!! Next up is that behemoth in the sky! Long live Deherim! Long live the Lord!!!"

"Long live!!!"

"Long live!!!" (End of this chapter)