Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 75: The Final Battle! The Final Word! (+ additional chapters! words)
Duncan is still waiting.

But the imperial armored cavalry behind him were already ready to move.

A pair of bloodshot eyes looked towards the cavalry commander in front, the fiery flames in those eyes burning with a raging fighting spirit. The adjutant stood behind Duncan several times, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally kept silent, waiting for the order for the final decisive battle.

The Imperial coalition suffered heavy casualties, and the Imperial Legion on the left wing of the defense was forced back by gusts of wind. Only with the help of Aetius himself could the formation be barely stabilized.

Fortunately, the Alani cavalry and Saxon coalition forces that had been defeated in the center regrouped and gathered in the rear, seemingly able to fight again.

Duncan now stared at the lines of the Visigothic Kingdom.

Attila, the Scourge of God, seized the opportunity and sent his entire army forward. After the central army broke through, the Hun army swept across the left wing of the empire. The Gepids and Ostrogoths advanced rapidly, and a brutal hand-to-hand combat broke out on the right wing. Fortunately, the prince of the Visigothic Kingdom, Thorismund, had already seized the high ground in advance and gained the upper hand in the battle with the Ostrogoths.

The wind is dancing!

After repelling the defense line of the empire's left wing, the center of the entire battlefield was flat, and Attila, the Scourge of God, turned his attention to the defense line of the Visigothic Kingdom.

The imperial legions had long been on the decline, and except for a small number of elite troops, the other legions could hardly resist the Hun army.

Among the more than 100,000 imperial coalition forces, only the elite cavalry of the Visigoths can still fight!
Thousands of horses galloping.

The two wings of the Hun army pressed forward together. The Scourge of God personally led the main elite of the Huns and led the mighty Hun cavalry to rotate left. The gusts of wind swept across the earth again. The huge cavalry force actually turned around and began to attack the line of the Visigothic Kingdom.

"Can we really win this battle?" Duncan's expression was extremely solemn.

at this time.

The elite cavalry of the Visigothic Kingdom has moved!

After the Protector of the Realm - Aetius personally stepped onto the battlefield, in the direction of the Visigothic Kingdom, the sixty-year-old Theoderic I personally put on armor and went into battle. He was like a lion in his twilight years, with eyes ready to devour anyone. He glanced at Aetius's position, then stared at the flag of the Scourge of God, and slowly raised the lance in his hand.

A deafening shout rang out!
The shouts of the Visigoth knights almost drowned out the sound of the galloping Hun army.

The king's banner flew over the battlefield.

Theoderic I had fought on the battlefield all his life and his prestige in the Visigothic Kingdom was unmatched. As he put down his armor, thousands of elite Visigoth heavy cavalry moved slowly, their lances like a forest, wind and thunder surged, the sound of horses' hooves became faster and faster, flags fluttered, thousands of heavy cavalry put down their lances, and the Visigoth assault cavalry on both sides galloped up.

"attack!"

The sixty-year-old Visigothic King Theoderic I personally led the armored cavalry to launch a counterattack. The heavy cavalry he led was like a steel torrent, directly crushing an Ostrogothic infantry. The galloping heavy cavalry broke through the army formation in the front, and the Visigoth infantry behind quickly tore through the enemy to expand the victory.

This tactic was very close to the medieval warfare. The heavy cavalry led the way, and the infantry followed to tear apart the enemy, and in one fell swoop defeated the Ostrogoths near the highlands.

This kind of fighting style requires equipment suppression and large-scale armored cavalry, otherwise charging into the battle formation would be suicide.

——Theoderic I (King of the Visigoths) (Odin’s attention) (Determination to die) (Family’s destiny is burning) (Hero’s twilight years) [Golden Three Stars]!
——Visigothic Feudal Noble Knight (Powerful Charge) (two-star silver-gray).

——Visigothic Elite Armored Cavalry (Powerful Charge) (Two Stars).

——Visigothic Elite Shock Cavalry (Powerful Charge) (One Star).

——Landslide.

Thousands of Visigothic cavalry began to gallop, and on the crowded high ground, the Ostrogothic army was crushed. Facing the oncoming cavalry, the Ostrogoths threw their javelins with great bravery, and some even jumped up and used battle axes to knock the heavy cavalry that had stopped charging off their horses.

Although the Ostrogoths were quite brave, their formation had been crushed, and the Visigothic spearmen who rushed up pushed them all off the high ground.

at this time.

From Duncan's God's perspective, Attila's elite guards were on the move again. Hundreds of cavalrymen were approaching the high ground. Among them were even five or six elite units marked as 'Hungarian Archer Guards'. They took advantage of the fact that the Visigoth cavalry were crowded on the high ground and unable to move, and quickly put arrows on their bows and aimed in the direction of Theoderic I.

call out!
A hail of arrows came.

Theoderic I, who was charging at the front, was shot by an arrow on the spot. His old body fell off his horse and was trampled to death by the Visigothic heavy cavalry following closely behind.

The king died in battle!

The Visigoths, who had lost their leader, were in panic for only a moment. Soon, Prince Thorismund raised the flag and gathered the panicked Visigoth heavy cavalry. Under his command, the heavy cavalry quickly restored order.

"Charge with me!"

Prince Thorismund was extremely brave. He held high his spear with the flag fluttering, stood firmly on the high ground, and then charged towards the Hunnic and Ostrogothic coalition forces from a high position.

For a moment, all the armies of the Visigothic Kingdom were in a state of "inspiration", "the king fighting to the death", and "high morale".

As if by magic, the old king, who had spent his entire life in battle, died on the battlefield, which completely destroyed the morale of all the Visigothic troops. They were filled with only the rage for revenge. Even the army on the verge of defeat showed the sign of "regrouping". They regrouped and fought to the death with the oncoming enemies!
The old king, who was in his sixties, personally put on armor and went into battle. He probably had no intention of returning alive.

He is going to Valhalla!

His death did not crush the Visigoths' fighting spirit, but instead made them even more reckless. How could they stop when their king died on the charge?!
——Visigothic Heavy Cavalry Regiment (high morale) (fight to the death) (moment of decisive battle) (from a high position) (powerful charge) (Odin is watching) (revenge)!

The ambition to be trapped in a battle will lead to death but not life.

Nearly 10,000 cavalrymen of the Visigothic Kingdom were like a landslide. After occupying the high ground of the plain, they launched a desperate charge directly against the Hun coalition forces!

At this time, on the left wing of the empire, Aetius' counterattack also broke out.

He assembled the Roman legions on the left wing into a dense formation, coordinated their efforts, and advanced steadily, defeating the Gepids on the right wing of the Huns, dividing and encircling them, and then forming a battle formation. With the morale of the Visigothic cavalry soaring, they formed a double-sided encirclement of the main force of the Huns!

The Scourge of God - Attila was also taking a risky move. If he could not break through the left and right wings, he would be sandwiched between the left and right wings. At that time, the cavalry would not be able to move freely and would be directly caught in a melee.

"Go deep alone!"

"The time for the decisive battle has arrived!"

Duncan raised the lance in his hand, and as his horse stepped forward, the thousands of Roman cavalry behind him suddenly became eager to fight.

Aetius only gave Duncan more than a thousand imperial armored cavalry, but he kept his troops in place. The defeated Roman cavalry were also gathering here. Unknowingly, there were already three or four thousand cavalry behind him. In addition to the most elite armored cavalry, there were also defeated barbarian foreign cavalry, Alane shock cavalry, British light cavalry, and so on.

Clegane preserved his strength according to Duncan's orders, and after the Imperial Light Cavalry was defeated, he also retreated and regrouped at Duncan's position.

"Come with me!"

At this time, Duncan was wearing heavy armor, and even the warhorse under his crotch was covered with iron horse armor. The moment he appeared on the battlefield, Aetius on the left wing of the empire's defense line instantly shouted, gathering the remaining elite Eagle Flag Legion and asking the other infantry to cooperate. They formed a dense formation of spears and shields and advanced steadily bit by bit, as if they wanted to stop the gradually panicked Hun cavalry.

War horses are galloping!

Duncan entered the battlefield as the last fresh force.

During the battle that lasted most of the day, the Imperial Armoured Cavalry led by Duncan had been gathering strength. As the black dragon flag fluttered in the wind, Duncan took the lead and charged directly towards a group of Ostrogoth heavy infantry marked as "demoralized" and "panting".

kill!

A rushing torrent of steel appeared on the battlefield.

In the melee on the central army front, Attila, the Scourge of God, looked at the sudden appearance of an elite heavy cavalry, and his expression instantly became extremely solemn, even showing a hint of panic.

If Aetius could force an imperial armored cavalry unit to appear at this moment, then their combat effectiveness would be able to influence the final decisive battle!

——Wedge formation!

——Lance charge!
As Duncan put down his lance, behind him, more than a thousand imperial armored cavalrymen also put down their raised lances. Amid the roar of the earth, Duncan broke through the enemy's formation alone and drove straight into the enemy. His lance pierced through the enemy's body, and then he swung his hands. The lance creaked under the weight, and the spear shaft was bent more than 40 degrees. Amid the whistling sound, the barbarian corpses pierced by the lance were swung and smashed onto the enemy's formation.

In a moment, people and horses were thrown to the ground!

The enemy's body was knocked several meters away.

Is this still a human being?!

The surrounding Ostrogoth infantry showed expressions of horror.

Duncan swung his spear, sending more than ten people flying. After the spear shaft broke, he threw it away at any time and drew the two sharp swords at his waist at the same time. The Sword of Victory in his right hand and the Oathkeeper in his left hand. Wearing heavy armor of a lord, he didn't even need a shield. He swung left and right like a berserker, leaving broken limbs and arms wherever he went. The Sword of Victory was so sharp that it directly killed the Ostrogoth infantry leader with his shield.

—Ostrogothic heavy infantry (morale shaken) (terrified) (ghosts and gods descended) (encountered a powerful enemy).

Behind Duncan.

The iron torrent composed of the Empire's armored cavalry smashed down heavily, and the thousands of Ostrogoth heavy infantry collapsed instantly, and the formation was broken into pieces. As the spearhead troops broke through the entire line and the horses galloped, the enemy's army of more than a thousand people had suffered nearly half of their casualties, and then collapsed in an instant.

"Come with me!"

The dragon head flag fluttered behind Duncan. On the strategic map, he directly locked onto another Ostrogothic unit whose morale was shaken and panting. The mighty cavalry behind him didn't have to think about anything. They just had to close their eyes and follow Duncan forward.

Overturned rivers and seas.

If the scourge of God - Attila's gusts of wind almost overturned the imperial coalition forces, then the elite cavalry led by Duncan was the surge of wind and thunder, which defeated the enemy troops one after another with great force amidst landslides and tsunamis.

Wherever thousands of cavalrymen went, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and all enemies were easily crushed!
Even in the chaos, because the king was killed in battle, the Visigoth heavy cavalry who had rushed too far saw the fluttering black dragon flag and spontaneously gathered towards Duncan's position.

In this way, the elite cavalry of the Visigothic Kingdom was divided into two.

Most of the main heavy cavalry were under the command of Prince Thorismund, and about 800 Visigoth heavy cavalry, plus more than 1,000 Visigoth assault cavalry, all followed Duncan's footsteps unknowingly, as if they were a torrent sweeping across the entire battlefield, killing more and more people.

Behind the surging wave of cavalry, thousands of Visigothic spearmen were chasing breathlessly, strangling the defeated enemies.

--surge!
Duncan's appearance was almost the final word, and he completely defeated the left wing of the Hun army. He led the galloping cavalry to break through three lines of defense, fought back and forth in the midst of thousands of troops, and directly defeated the enemy's left wing troops of more than 10,000 people.

A large-scale rout began to occur!
Although the Hun army was still united under the banner of Attila, the Scourge of God, his vassal armies, the Ostrogoths and the vassal coalition forces of the tribal kingdoms were all killed by Duncan!

At this time, the Imperial Eagle Banner Legion had defeated the Gepids, and the troops on the left and right wings began to encircle the main force of the Huns who were isolated and deep in the enemy's territory.

On the battlefield.

Two flags are flying!
The Visigoth prince Thorismund assembled the main force and attacked the Hun army from the right. The mighty heavy cavalry was like a landslide and tsunami, and directly crashed into the Hun cavalry formation. For a moment, people and horses fell to the ground, and there were deafening shouts and neighing of horses everywhere.

Those Hun horse archers were frightened and fled in all directions. They had no armor, and their army formation was in chaos. They could not use their cavalry and archery at all, and were completely unable to resist the heavy cavalry's charge.

the other side.

The Imperial armored cavalry led by Duncan had approached the Whip of God - Attila's flag. He looked deeply in the direction of the Whip of God, looking at the dense stars marking the elite, turned his horse's head and led the cavalry to attack the Hun horse archers on the left.

——The Hun cavalry archers (morale shaken) (panic-stricken) (attacked from both sides) (the allied forces were defeated) (ghosts and gods descended)!
At this moment, Duncan was covered in blood, with several arrows stuck in his body. Even the warhorse he was riding was soaked in blood. There were even fingers that were cut off by the Sword of Promised Victory that fell on the saddle and got stuck in the gap of the scale armor.

Behind him, a group of elite cavalrymen of the empire rushed out like evil spirits from hell, leaving behind them a sea of corpses and blood.

"charge!"

"Crush them!!!"

Duncan gave up the opportunity to attack the main force of the Whip of God Guards. At this moment, he was like a whip from heaven, leading the cavalry behind him. The heavy cavalry charged head-on, and the assault cavalry flanked them on both sides, just like driving a group of sheep, and drove more than 10,000 Hun nomads to the spear and shield line of the Left Wing Imperial Legion.

"javelin!"

"Prepare for the javelin throw!"

Aetius was so excited at this moment that his voice was hoarse. He looked at the Hun archers who were rushing towards him in a panic. He roared until it was difficult to speak, and asked his lieutenant to desperately shout: "Hold on!"

"Hold up the shield wall!"

"Set up the gun!"

"Spearmen and shieldmen, step forward and form a battle line! Raise your spears!"

Javelins were thrown all over the sky.

The Imperial Field Army had thrown almost all of their last javelins.

The Hun cavalry archers who charged head-on were severely damaged in an instant. Thousands of cavalrymen fell off their horses at once, and then the fleeing archers behind them crashed into the cavalrymen in front. Nearly 10,000 Hun cavalrymen were chased and killed by Duncan and squeezed into a ball, leaving them no room to maneuver.

Spears like a forest!

The Hun horse archers who ran into the spear formation suffered heavy casualties. Before they could recover from the chaos, the imperial legions began to strangle the enemy army with piles of people and horses.

At this moment, the morale of the nomads finally collapsed.

At first, hundreds of people fled, then thousands of people, and finally the nearly ten thousand nomadic cavalry began to collapse on a large scale.

For a moment, the entire battlefield was in chaos.

The massive defeat of the Hun cavalry not only disrupted their own troops, but also disrupted the cavalry behind Duncan.

The Hun nomads fled for their lives!
The chaos they caused caused Duncan's command to collapse. Only the most elite imperial armored cavalry remained behind him. The other troops either kept their distance, chased the fleeing soldiers, or got involved in a melee. For a moment, tens of thousands of horses were galloping on the battlefield, and all the command was in chaos.

Not only Duncan, but also Aetius and Attila, the Scourge of God, all lost their ability to command large armies.

The chaos has begun and everyone's command system can't keep up.

In the era of cold weapons, shouting, bugles, and command flags were completely useless. Smoke and dust rose on all sides, and the sound of horse hooves, shouts, and screams almost overwhelmed everything.

Each man was accompanied only by his own personal guards; the others had broken into smaller groups and had to regroup. The cavalry charged each other, some losing their way, and most of those who had initially followed Duncan lost track of where they were headed.

Maybe after rushing forward a few hundred meters, you will meet your own people again.

The Hun nomads were defeated. When they wanted to break out, they engaged in a battle with the intercepting cavalry. The chaos then escalated, and even the imperial legions that wanted to pursue the Hun cavalry were thrown into disarray.

For a moment, the entire battlefield was filled with marked units that were "panting" and "exhausted".

Night gradually fell.

After Duncan led his army to defeat the Hun vassal army and forced the cavalry archers to collide with the imperial legion's spear formation, the Hun army, which was surrounded in the chaos, gradually showed signs of defeat.

Attila, the Scourge of God, looked increasingly grim. Aside from the main force around him, he was now completely unable to command or mobilize the Huns from other tribes. "Master!"

"Withdraw!"

A personal guard of the Hun Khan, who had just returned from the battle, rode up to Attila. His voice was hoarse and covered in blood. He said in a deep voice, "It will be dark soon."

"If we don't break out now, we won't have a chance!"

At this time, Attila still had thousands of elite troops around him, but they were surrounded on both sides and attacked from both sides. They could neither defeat the rock-solid imperial army nor charge head-on into the heavy cavalry led by Duncan and Thorismund.

In the chaos of the battle, the situation was at a stalemate, but the living space of the main force of the Huns was being compressed bit by bit.

We are going to lose the battle!

The Scourge of God - Attila had such a sharp tactical intuition that he realized that after the barbarian vassal armies on both wings were defeated, he was alone and surrounded. The Empire and the Visigothic Kingdom had almost sent all their elite heavy cavalry to the battlefield.

The barbarian vassal army became his most fatal weakness!
The army was defeated like a mountain.

At this moment, Attila had to make a decision: to die gloriously in battle or to escape in embarrassment.

He chose the latter!
As Attila's flag retreated towards the battlefield, those Hun troops who still had the will to fight scattered in an instant.

At this moment, his mark of 'invincibility' was shattered.

Dimensional space.

From God's perspective.

After a fierce charge and killing Duncan who had been in and out of the army seven times, he suddenly found that the mark of God's Whip - Alati had changed. As his main force broke out and retreated to the rear, his golden skull symbol shattered and turned into a silver-gray skull symbol.

"Is this the undefeated myth's golden body broken by me?!"

Duncan was extremely excited for a moment. He led the elite cavalry in pursuit, but there was someone who was faster than him. When the Visigothic Prince Thorismund saw the Whip of God's flag breaking through and retreating, he immediately shouted to summon the elite knights nearby, then regrouped the heavy cavalry and directly attacked the Whip of God's main camp.

What the hell!

This person is even more reckless than me!

Duncan looked at the units marked with dense asterisks under the Whip of God flag and couldn't help but slow down a little. He tried to cut off the enemy's retreat from the other side and prevent them from breaking out.

"kill!"

"Charge with me!"

Prince Thorismund seemed like a god descending to earth at this moment. He was also a fierce man, with three golden stars. He led the heavy cavalry to break through the Hun army. He shouted and fought fiercely, as if he was the bravest Germanic warrior. Behind him, about two or three thousand elite cavalry gathered again, and like a sharp knife, they plunged into the main camp of the Whip of God's guards.

But this time, he hit a wall.

A rain of arrows is coming from the sky!
Even though it was getting dark, the archery skills of the Hun Khan's personal guards and the eagle archers were still amazing. Generals and guards around Thorismund kept falling off their horses, and he was hit by three arrows at once. Fortunately, his armor was thick and the enemy was not affected by the darkness, otherwise he would have followed in his father's footsteps.

At this moment, it was like two hammers hitting each other.

The Whip of God left behind a group of personal guards to cover his retreat. Suddenly, half of the hundreds of two-star elite soldiers around him were gone. In the extremely brutal collision, the casualties on both sides were extremely shocking.

The feudal knights of the Visigothic Kingdom died one after another. After dark, they were unable to use their cavalry and archery capabilities. The Hun guards could only fight in close combat, and the casualties ratio was almost one for one. You have to remember that in the previous long battle, except for some casualties in the frontal charge, their cavalry and archery had hardly suffered any serious casualties.

The elite Huns were easier to train and formed, and they were not easily killed or injured in cavalry and archery battles.

Half of the noble knights around Torismund disappeared in an instant!
These were the strongest barbarian warriors of the Visigothic Kingdom, elite knights who had been canonized as feudal nobles in the early days. When two torrents of steel collided, hundreds of two-star marked combat units disappeared in the dark night like exploding fireworks.

From a God's perspective, the units marked with asterisks were annihilated one after another. The fighting in the dark was even more brutal. After so many years of fighting on the battlefield, almost half of the elite guards accumulated by the Whip of God were killed or wounded.

By the time the Battle of Chalons was underway, an estimated 50,000 people had been killed.

The amount of manpower mobilized by both sides in this battle is incalculable. There are more than 200,000 troops assembled, and about 150,000 to 160,000 troops directly participating in the battle. After dark, most of the troops were dispersed. In the chaos, only Duncan could lock the specific position of the enemy through the God's perspective.

He was waiting for dark, complete dark.

open!

Everything in the projected image began to change. It was as if it were daytime in Duncan's eyes. After Torismund fought a bloody battle with the Whip of God's Guards, he also came with the elite cavalry of the Empire.

The enemy sent out thousands of cavalry to fight. Except for the Hun royal guards and the Khan's personal guards, the Whip of God was no longer protected by as many strong men as before.

"kill!"

Duncan rode forward alone, his body covered in blood. After the blood coagulated, it was covered with a new layer of plasma. In the night, he looked like a ghost descending to the earth, and the terrified enemies nearby avoided him.

The cavalry collided.

The Empire's armored cavalry was not much better than the Visigothic noble knights, and suffered heavy casualties. After fighting with the Hun Guards, they could barely achieve a two-for-one exchange.

too strong!
Scourge of God - Attila conquered all directions, and there were too many elite units in his personal guards.

Duncan slashed down a Hun Khan's personal guard with a single blow. He had already approached Attila, and could see a hint of panic on his face. Perhaps Attila had been able to charge into battle in his earlier years, but after so many years as the emperor of the Hun Empire, Attila's military prowess had declined significantly.

A strong wind blew.

Only dozens of cavalry guards were left following closely behind Duncan. His eyes were fixed on Alati who was protected by the guards. He took out the Norden bow on his back, put an arrow on the bow, and the bow was like a full moon, aiming at the opponent's figure that was exposed in an instant.

in!
The sharp arrow broke through the air.

The arrow whizzed out, and the figure of Attila, the Whip of God, suddenly froze. The armor-piercing arrow penetrated the armor and hit him directly in the lower back.

"Protect Master!"

Before Duncan could pull out the second arrow, the guards on all sides surrounded Attila and protected him with their bodies. Some even rushed forward roaring, attacking Duncan's general guards as if they were committing suicide.

this moment.

The warhorse neighed and suddenly leaped into the air!
As soon as Duncan pulled the reins, the horse under his crotch seemed to be in sync with his mind. While galloping at high speed, it used up its last bit of strength and leaped into the air.

——Arrow of the Wind!

It was too late to pull out the arrow, the opportunity was gone in a flash.

Duncan's mana bar was instantly drained, and as an invisible wind arrow gathered, everything around him seemed to undergo some strange changes. The human body No. 1 on the projection page seemed to be frozen at this moment, in the air where the warhorse was leaping. With the help of the perspective from the air, the wind arrow locked onto the back of God's Whip's head.

at the same time.

In the direction of the British Isles, a bright light suddenly rose from a lake surrounded by mist. It was a light that was invisible to the naked eye, but it alarmed many beings with supernatural powers. After the light collided with reality, it formed a strange rainbow light that cut through the sky!

The figures of guardian fairies appeared one after another, and their expressions were extremely shocked at this moment.

The guardian fairies of Avalon injected their own power into it. On the battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, numerous shadows invisible to the naked eye appeared behind the human body No. 1. It was Avalon in the fog, and the guardian fairies all appeared in the form of shadows.

——True-Wind Arrow!!!
The power of Celtic mythology infuses reality, as if breaking through some kind of confinement. The power of the guardian fairies collides with something, forcibly launching an arrow of solidified wind.

At this moment, an invisible arrow of wind whistled through the air.

It crossed the battlefield almost instantly, but at the moment it hit the Whip of God, the screams of all shamans echoed, and invisible barriers took shape behind the Whip of God. The Wind Arrow penetrated nine layers of invisible barriers in succession, and finally turned into a gust of wind and disappeared.

The guardian fairy, Thetis, whispered, "Sorry. We are not capable enough..."

Mythology reflects reality at this moment.

The wind arrow shot by Duncan in a hurry actually caused the guardian fairies of Avalon to collide with the shamanism's belief in all spirits.

As a branch of Celtic mythology, the power bestowed by the guardian fairies failed to break the protection of all spirits of the Whip of God. In the fierce collision of myths, even the guardian fairies of Avalon became much weaker.

After all, they are just a small religious group on the British Isles.

Click!

It was as if something was broken.

In Duncan's projection, the mark of Attila, the Whip of God, changed again. The 'Protection of All Souls' on his body was shattered, and a crack appeared on the dark gold mark of the 'Epic of Destiny', which then spread towards the mark of the silver-grey skull.

boom!
After Duncan's two arrows broke the Scourge of God - Attila's invincibility in the previous victory, they also broke his Protection of All Spirits and Epic of Destiny in succession.

——Attila (Scourge of God) (Legendary Commander) (Emperor of the Huns) [Three Stars Gold]!
Don't know when.

The mark of the Massacre Sanctuary on his body also disappeared. The silver-grey skull mark was completely shattered and turned directly into an ordinary three-star gold mark, which was almost indistinguishable from a regular hero king unit.

Scourge of God - Attila was seriously injured and fled in a panic under the protection of his personal guards.

A team of Hun guards fought desperately to stop Duncan. After most of them were killed or injured, Attila finally escaped back to the city of Chariots by the river.

Duncan stopped his horse with a look of regret on his face.

Just a little bit closer!

If he is given another chance to shoot an arrow, he might be able to kill the Whip of God in the battle.

But before he could feel regretful, in the darkness on the right, the Visigoth prince Thorismund rushed out. He was so bloodthirsty at this moment that he rushed directly to the chariot city set up by the Huns.

This time, he rushed directly into the Hun camp.

"Rescue!"

Duncan rode out and quickly put an arrow on his bow.

The blood-thirsty Thorismund also reacted and finally rushed out with the desperate rescue of his personal guards, but he was seriously injured and almost all the personal guards around him were killed in the battle.

The chaos on the battlefield continues.

The imperial coalition forces were still strangling the defeated Huns, and the Huns also regrouped their elite troops to fight back. The remnants of the defeated soldiers in the chariot formation gathered together to fight desperately, and the chaotic fighting outside continued until dawn.

Aetius led his army in a charge and also lost his way.

Finally, under the protection of the Guards, they rushed directly to the Visigoth camp. The extremely exhausted Protector of the Kingdom had to spend the night in the camp of his old enemy, with whom he had fought for more than 20 years.

It was not until dawn that the sounds of weapons on the battlefield gradually died down.

After dawn.

Aetius inspected the battlefield and found that the Huns suffered greater casualties and Attila had retreated to the city walls. Only then did he realize that the imperial coalition had won a great victory!

The entire Catalonia plain was a sea of blood and corpses.

The two sides fought from the afternoon until dawn, with nearly 100,000 casualties, and about 70,000 to 80,000 direct casualties. The mountains and plains were littered with corpses of both sides. The remnants of the Huns huddled in the camp and fought stubbornly, their fighting spirit undiminished. The war drums resounded day and night. After dawn, Thorismund led the Visigoth cavalry in several attacks, but they were all shot back by arrows.

The Huns have too many archers.

For a moment, the battle came to a standstill.

The Hun army looted the entire Gaul and stole too much supplies. Thousands of vehicles piled together like a fortress. The imperial coalition forces, which also suffered heavy casualties, were unable to capture it for a while.

In other words, the Protector of the Realm, Aetius, was unwilling to launch a forceful attack. After surrounding the city of Che, he closed his tent, as if he was faced with some difficult decision.

the next day.

At the coalition meeting in the Roman camp, many generals, commanders, and barbarian chiefs talked at once. Some advocated a strong attack, some advocated a siege, but Aetius remained silent, only glancing from time to time at Duncan and Thorismund, who had made the greatest contribution to the battle.

The meeting ended in nothing.

After the war, Aetius found Thorismund and seemed to be discussing something. Others did not know, but Duncan knew that he was persuading Thorismund to return to the country immediately to inherit the throne.

Because Thorismund has several brothers who can compete for the throne.

That afternoon.

Thorismund led the army of the Visigothic Kingdom to withdraw the siege, seemingly in a hurry to return and secure the throne.

In the evening, the Protector of the Realm, Aetius, secretly met with Duncan, probably to persuade him to spare Attila's life.

Click!

Just as Duncan entered the central military camp.

The silver-grey skull mark on the body of the Protector of the Realm, Aetius, shattered, the golden seal of 'The Afterglow of the Empire' shattered, 'Mithra's Army' disappeared directly, and 'The Attention of the Gods' gradually dimmed.

——Aetius (Protector of the Realm) (Legendary Commander) [Three Stars Gold]!
Following the Whip of God - Attila, right before Duncan's eyes, all the marks on the Protector of the Realm - Aetius shattered, as if the echoes of history were dissipating, the hero's luck was fading, and he also became a regular three-star gold unit.

Even Aetius's personal guards and the commander of the Roman Eagle Legion looked at Aetius with a hint of peculiar meaning.

His actions could not be hidden from others.

Whatever the reason, his desire to let Attila go made those present feel a little dissatisfied.

This is an astonishing military achievement!

The enemy of the empire!
Two kings and more than a dozen barbarian chiefs died, and countless people paid a heavy price in a bloody battle that was won!
Are we just going to let Attila go for nothing?
Duncan refused!
No one else here would agree.

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(End of this chapter)