Real Mount and Blade Game

The deafening battle cries merged into a torrent tearing through the polluted air, responding to Shen Mu's concise and resolute order to charge.

The remaining Swadian heavy infantry, Rhodok spearmen, Vaegir ice wind archers, Khergit horse archers, steppe bandits, and the Holy Tree Knights, whose light had dimmed but still stood tall, rushed headlong into the violently turbulent, cracked Blackcore Mountains like the last embers of a flame.

"For order! For survival! Kill—!"

Lieutenant Kalanzo, holding aloft the tattered battle flag symbolizing the indomitable will of the Holy Tree Knights, his voice hoarse yet powerful, led his elite vanguard into the "Rule Lance" passage, opened by Shen Mu at a great cost. This passage was not a physical entity, but a manifestation of the conflict between rules, a brief rift forcibly torn open by the white light of order within the surging "Abyssal Annihilation Tide." The tide churned with pure destructive energy, twisted abyssal will, and dissolved material remnants; any flesh that touched it meant instant decomposition and assimilation.

The moment the Allied warriors rushed into the passage, the "Mount & Blade Rules" that originated from the soldiers' bodies and grew stronger through killing enemies materialized into white light, as if they had found their ultimate target and outlet.

Om-!
An unprecedented, piercing cry resounded throughout the entire Molten Heart Domain. Behind Shen Mu, the orderly white light that had previously resembled countless stars or converging streams suddenly erupted! It was no longer merely a flickering point of light or a flowing river of light, but rather, under the resonance of Shen Mu's spiritual field and the burning will of all the allied soldiers, it condensed, shaped, and sublimated!
A towering, unimaginably massive phantom of a "lance" suddenly appeared behind Shen Mu!
This lance of order was composed entirely of the purest, most condensed white light of rules. Countless tiny runes flowed across its shaft, embodying the core principles of combat, cooperation, and survival in the world of Mount & Blade—the resilience of a shield wall, the thrust of a lance, the precision of an arrow, the charge of a warhorse, the roar of a warrior, the glory of victory, the tragedy of sacrifice… all these elements flowed and roared within it. The tip of the lance pointed directly at the core of the Abyss Black Core! Its brilliance instantly overwhelmed the crimson of the lava lake, the filthy darkness of the Black Core mountains, and the destructive black light of the Abyss tides, illuminating the entire infernal battlefield as if it were daytime, yet carrying a chilling, judgmental chill!
“The Rules… the Spear…” Shen Mu knelt on one knee, his body trembling violently from the excessive strain on his mental energy. Each breath was excruciatingly painful, yet his gaze was sharper than the incandescent spear tip, fixed on the massive rift in the Black Core Mountain, torn open by the “Wedge of Order,” radiating the light of the chaotic abyss’s origin. “Charge! Target—the Abyss Origin! Purify! Judgment!”

A white, raging tide surged upstream.
Under the overwhelming pressure of the Orderly Rifle, the allied soldiers were not intimidated. Instead, they felt an unprecedented power surging from the depths of their souls! They were no longer legions fighting independently, but had truly become part of this Orderly Rifle, becoming the sharp tip piercing the heart of the abyss!
Led by Lieutenant Caranzo, the knights poured the last remaining power of the Sacred Tree into the Purifying Aura without reservation. The aura, no longer a soft pale gold, was now imbued with the white light of order, transforming into a blazing white flame that fiercely washed over the annihilating tides attempting to close on either side of the passage and the ever-surging, filthy tentacles of flesh. Wherever the flame passed, the black tide melted like ice and snow, emitting a piercing scream. They were the purest armor-piercing spikes at the very tip of their lances!

Swadian heavy infantry, seasoned Rhodok spearmen, followed closely behind the Tree Knights. Blessed by the white light of order, their heavy tower shield, the "Wall of Sighs," seemed to be plated with a platinum sheen, becoming indestructible. The spearmen's thrusts were no longer mere physical attacks; each thrust was accompanied by a sharp white light that tore through space, precisely piercing through any abyssal aberrations or remnants of gnoll pseudo-divine abominations that attempted to block their path. Wherever the white light touched, the corrupted creations crumbled into ashes, escaping not black smoke, but specks of orderly light absorbed and amplified by the rules of Mount & Blade. They constituted the most solid and sharpest blade of the lance!
The Vegia Icewind Archers and the Rhodok Heavy Radiant Burst Ballistae, positioned in the middle of the lance, have undergone a qualitative leap in their ranged attacks under the enhancement of the rules. The arrows fired by the Icewind Archers are no longer simple ice crystals, but "Arrows of Frozen Judgment" imbued with the white light of freezing rules and order; wherever they pass, even the raging energy tides are frozen into brief ice crystal paths. The Rhodok Burst Ballistae fire spears as thick as battering rams, their surfaces crackled with incandescent rule lightning. Each explosion is like a miniature rule annihilation, blasting the ever-emerging clusters of filthy creations from the surface of the Black Core Mountain into dust, further tearing apart the Black Core's defensive vulnerabilities. They are the continuous, devastating striking force in the middle of the lance!
The Khergit veteran mounted archers moved like nimble fish, darting swiftly around the massive, illusory phantom of lances formed by white light. Their arrows, seemingly guided by the rules, specifically targeted abyssal undead gnolls, small flying pseudo-divine abominations, or newly formed energy nodes on the surface of the Black Core, attempting to disrupt the Allied advance from the flanks or rear. The Molotov cocktails hurled by the bandits, their flames also imbued with the ordered white light, transformed into "Flames of Order," purifying impurities and spreading and burning among the abyssal creatures. They were the outermost perimeter of the lances, and agile scavengers!
The Swadian Knights' heavy cavalry reserve, deliberately positioned by Shen Mu for the final stage of the lance charge. At this moment, they leveled their lances, enveloped in the white light of order, and their warhorses, empowered by the rules, unleashed astonishing speed and power. They were like the heaviest kinetic energy accumulated at the tip of a lance, awaiting the final, thunderous strike.

The Black Core Mountains sensed a deadly threat! The rift torn open by the "Wedge of Order" was like a gaping wound, constantly gushing out viscous, filthy, and blasphemous primordial black blood. The mountains' pulsation was no longer the heavy "thump...thump..." but had turned into a frantic, rapid, and collapsing "thump! thump! thump!" like a rotting heart about to explode.

More and more powerful blasphemous forces were forcibly extracted.

The rocks and flesh around the rift writhed and multiplied wildly, attempting to forcibly heal the fatal wound. The new flesh was no longer simple filth, but a reinforced carapace with a metallic sheen and abyssal runes, exuding a nauseating aura of an evil god.

The invisible mental shock, like a tangible infrasound wave, mixed with the screams of countless abyssal souls and the whispers of blasphemy, frantically assaulted the will of the allied forces. If it weren't for the white light barrier of the rule-based lance behind Shen Mu and the weak mental link of the [Tallinn] network barely holding them together, it would have been enough to cause ordinary soldiers to instantly suffer a mental breakdown and have their brains explode.

From every hole and crevice of the Black Core Mountains, what surged forth were no longer scattered abyssal creations, but rather an "Abyssal Tide" composed entirely of corrupt primordial energy, its form unpredictable and resembling boiling asphalt. Ignoring physical attacks, it crashed against the charging allied cavalry with terrifying corrosiveness and devouring power, like a black tsunami!

Several enormous, thick tentacles, covered in jagged bone spikes and constantly opening and closing abyssal mouths, suddenly emerged from the depths of the rift! Their power far surpassed that of all the previous tentacles; each swing carried the power to shatter space, their target being the Holy Tree Knights charging at the forefront and the infantry phalanx following closely behind! These were the last defensive claws of the abyss core!

Faced with this unprecedented and frenzied counterattack, Shen Mu's will remained as firm as a rock. He no longer needed complex commands; the entire allied army had become one with that rule-bound lance, their minds in perfect harmony.

Purify the flames and scorch the filthy flesh!

The Holy Tree Knights' blazing white flames suddenly surged to their limit, no longer a halo, but transforming into a massive, forward-spraying pillar of purifying light that slammed into the proliferating carapace of filthy flesh. A piercing sizzling sound erupted as the white light and the filthy primal energy collided and annihilated each other. The carapace of filthy flesh was scorched black and cracked, its healing process forcibly halted!
The Vaegir archers concentrated their fire, unleashing icy arrows imbued with the law of freezing towards the surging abyssal tide. The arrows exploded within the tide, the extreme chill instantly spreading and freezing the viscous, foul energy into black glaciers! Though it could only last for a few breaths, it was enough to carve out several narrow passages within the raging tide.

The Rhodok ballista reversed direction, and all the thick spears crackling with rule-based lightning rained down on the massive blasphemous tentacles and the newly frozen abyssal ice wall at the rift. Deafening explosions erupted one after another! The rule-based annihilation power of the spears clashed violently with the blasphemous power of the abyssal tentacles, unleashing a devastating energy storm. The ice wall was completely shattered, and one blasphemous tentacle, struck simultaneously by several spears, had its surface bone spikes and abyssal mouth pulverized, emitting a painful howl as it retreated into the depths of the rift.

Under immense mental and physical pressure, the Swadian heavy infantry and Rhodok spearmen shimmered with the white light of Order amidst their shield walls and forest of spears. Like mobile metal fortresses, they crushed the frozen, shattered remnants of the Fiendish Tide, their spears precisely piercing the vulnerable points of the Profaned Touches wounded or forced back by the light spears. Each successful parry and thrust solidified the illusory image of Order lances behind the soldiers!
Only a hundred steps away from the Black Core Rift! This is the final and most dangerous distance! The abyssal primordial energy surging from the rift is already viscous as a substance, radiating a suffocating despair. The remaining few blasphemous tentacles dance wildly in their final frenzy.

"Heavy cavalry!!!" Shen Mu roared, his last ounce of mental strength shattering the very soul within the [Tallinn] network. "Swadia!!!" The Swadian Knights' heavy cavalry reserve, positioned at the rear of the lance charge formation, simultaneously unleashed a deafening roar! Led by their commander, the heavily armored cavalry, enveloped in a dense white light of order, instantly pushed their speed to its limit! They were no longer scattered individuals, but had transformed into a unified, unstoppable torrent of destruction, composed of steel, flesh, and the power of rules!
"Boom--!"

The heavy cavalry, with overwhelming force, crashed into the passage deliberately cleared by the infantry phalanx! Their target was the few remaining tentacles of blasphemy that were still putting up a stubborn resistance, and the abyssal essence churning deep within the rift!

Snap! Thud! Boom—!
The heavy lance, enveloped in the white light of order, easily tore through the tough outer layer of the Profane Touch, piercing its core, fueled by the kinetic energy and rules of the ultimate charge! The enormous tentacle burst open like a punctured balloon, transforming into a rain of filthy flesh! The heavy cavalry's charge was unstoppable, like a red-hot iron spear piercing butter, penetrating deep into the rift torn open by the wedge of order and widened by the continuous impact of the rule-based lance!

Core! Confront the origin of the abyss!
Following closely behind the heavy cavalry, the Holy Tree Knights, heavy infantry, spearmen, archers... all the remaining allied soldiers rushed into the interior of the Blackcore Mountains like a flood breaking through a dam, following the bloody path smashed open by the heavy cavalry!

The sight before them sent shivers down the spines of even the most battle-hardened veterans.

This was not a chamber made of rock or flesh, but a twisted, chaotic, and bizarre space. Beneath one's feet was a constantly writhing "ground" emitting a viscous black light, as if stepping on the stomach wall of a colossal abyss beast. All around were flowing vortexes of energy of indescribable colors, within which countless distorted faces and blasphemous runes churned, uttering maddening incantations. The laws of space were in complete disarray here; gravity would sometimes vanish, sometimes amplify, and one's sense of direction was utterly lost.

And at the very center of the entire space, suspended... "something".

It could no longer be called a heart or core. It was an extremely concentrated, extremely violent "existence" composed of the purest abyssal will and the most corrupt primordial energy. It was like a pulsating, pitch-black sun, a gigantic eyeball covered in bloodshot veins, and a constantly expanding and contracting hole leading to an endless abyss of void. Countless veins, composed of pure darkness and resembling blood vessels and nerves, extended from this "Eye of the Abyss," deeply penetrating the surrounding distorted spatial barriers, greedily drawing power from the entire Molten Core Domain and even more distant planes. It was the source of all pollution, chaos, and death—the corrupted black core that had finally solidified from the decayed remains of the ancient god Yeno, the manifestation of the abyssal will in this place!

The sharp spikes of rules formed by the "Wedge of Order" are firmly embedded in the core of the "Eye of the Abyss," stirring up violent, painful ripples of black energy that prevent its complete healing and power release. It is this wedge that sustains the Allied Forces' last chance.

"Now!" Shen Mu's voice echoed through the [Tallinn] network, carrying a resolute determination akin to burning with his life force. "Lance of Rules! Pierce it!"

With his will, the enormous, phantom-like lance of order that had been looming over the Allied forces, formed from the will of countless soldiers and the rules of Mount & Blade, suddenly contracted and condensed! It was no longer an overwhelming pressure, but a highly concentrated expression of all power!
Tsk-!
A dazzling, brilliant incandescent stream of light, beyond description, erupted from where Shen Mu stood! This stream of light was the ultimate form of the Rule Lance, the light of final judgment of order over chaos! Ignoring the distortion of space and the laws of chaos, it shot with unwavering determination towards the core of the "Eye of the Abyss," which was pinned down by the wedge of order!
boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
An unimaginable collision occurred.

There was no sound, or rather, the sound surpassed the limits of human hearing. Only pure light and absolute darkness erupted at a single point!
The incandescent light of judgment and the filthy abyssal origin reacted in the most violent annihilation reaction, like matter and antimatter! The entire interior space of the black core was instantly filled with two extreme lights: one so bright it could blind the eyes, and the other so profound it could devour the soul!

The "Eye of the Abyss" emitted a silent, yet chilling shriek that could freeze the souls of all living beings! It throbbed, twisted, and struggled madly, trying to break free from the wedge of order embedded in its core, trying to devour the penetrating light of judgment. The filthy dark energy, like a jet of blood spewed from a dying beast, frantically resisted and corroded the pure rules of order.

The coalition soldiers were thrown into the air by the terrifying sight and energy shock, and many lost consciousness instantly. Only a few with the strongest will or those who were a little further away stared intently at the core of the burst of light.

They saw that the incandescent light of judgment, at the point where the wedge of order was driven, stubbornly and inch by inch, advancing forward! Like a red-hot steel needle piercing ice, it slowly but firmly penetrated deeper! The primordial energy of the abyss continuously evaporated and annihilated before the flow of light!
"Hold on!" Blood streamed from Shen Mu's seven orifices; his spiritual power was already exhausted, and what burned now was his very life force. His body teetered on the brink of collapse, but his will burned like a star, desperately maintaining the final edge of that light of judgment. "Our will... is the rule... is... judgment!!!"

As if sensing the overwhelming will to fight to the death of the commander and all the soldiers, the light of judgment suddenly erupted once more! The Wedge of Order also resonated with an unprecedented clear sound!
puff!

A soft sound, as if it were the beginning of the universe or the end of all things, came.

That light of judgment, embodying all the sacrifices, courage, and yearning for order of the human alliance, finally... completely pierced through the core of the pulsating "Eye of the Abyss"! (End of Chapter)