He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 117. The Scourge Knight is coming!

As the fight continued, Markov gradually realized that there was something wrong with old Birka.

Although a war involving life and death should be fought to the death, this guy is really too ruthless.

While dealing with the joint encirclement of Markov and Harun, he also kept an eye on the elite troops in the royal capital.

In order to cut off the retreat of the elite troops of the royal capital, he even cut off the city gate with his own sword, and kept an eye on the surrendering elite troops of the royal capital.

If anyone dropped their weapons and surrendered, he would kill the soldier.

Using this tyrannical way of supervising the war, a desperate drama was forced to be staged on the continent of Rodri.

Now, the elite soldiers of the royal capital, who had no way to retreat and could only fight to the death, were really going crazy.

But this seems to be of no use. The gap in strength between the two sides is too big, and it is impossible to turn the situation around by burning the boats.

What Old Birka did could only accelerate the loss of the elite troops in the royal capital.

This guy……

Are they fighting against the Cult of Dawn or simply slaughtering their own soldiers?
Could it be that after becoming a demon, his mind and nature became distorted so quickly?

Markov didn't understand what old Birka was thinking. After he became a demon, his strength was terrifyingly strong, and he practiced both magic and martial arts.

In addition to the strange and unpredictable blood magic of the Blood Mind Flayer, Markov and the others did not dare to make any big moves. Who knows what would happen if this guy sucked a mouthful of blood.

Logically speaking, in this situation where Old Birka is temporarily in the upper hand, he should attack Markov and the others with all his strength.

As long as they are defeated, with old Birka's strength, he can annihilate all the Dawn Knights at a cost.

But this guy seems to be stalling for time, and the longer he delays, the greater the chances of the Dawn Cult winning.

Do you look down on them?

Markov was a little angry, but this anger did not cloud his mind. Instead, his hands became more and more fierce.

But no matter what, old Birka never showed any flaws.

eccentric!
It's really weird!
Markov and others gradually had a bad feeling in their hearts.

As time went on, the elite troops of the royal capital, who were completely crazy in this desperate battle, did cause more casualties to the Dawn Heavy Cavalry.

but……

Hundreds and thousands of frantic soldiers used their bodies to resist the Dawn Knights' warhorses and enchanted swords, slowing down their speed.

Hundreds and thousands of soldiers used their bodies as shields to resist the sniping attacks of the Night Watchmen, and approached with the knights and magicians.

Abruptly...

Thousands of casualties were exchanged for the loss of one Dawn Knight.

The casualty ratio has reached thousands to one.

This crazy attitude shocked Uriel and the others for a moment.

But the bows of the Night's Watch and the iron hooves of the Dawn's heavy cavalry will show no mercy to the enemy.

Although the elite troops of the royal capital are lackeys of the nobles and the royal family, this crazy fighting spirit is forced upon them.

But at this point, the Dawn Knights were willing to call them respectable enemies.

At least they are not like the armies we encountered before, which collapsed at the first touch.

Against this kind of enemy, the Dawn Knight simply made his charge more frantic.

When it comes to fearlessness and bravery, no one can compare to them who have a lofty belief in the dawn.

With the will to die in battle and ascend to heaven after death, the Dawn Knight can still launch a fearless charge even if he fights to the last man.

At this point in the war, it has become a crazy massacre that Markov and his men cannot understand at all.

Outside the royal capital, the smell of blood was raging, and broken arms and legs were scattered all over the ground. Except for the Dawn Knight's strong iron suit, his body was able to remain intact after death.

The elite soldiers of the royal capital...

Under the pressure, it has been completely integrated into the soil.

The horse's hooves trampled, splashing thick blood.

Outside the royal capital, it has turned into a huge meat grinder.

The elite troops of the royal capital have been fighting till now, with only less than 20,000 left.

Logically speaking, this kind of loss would have caused the elite troops of the royal capital to surrender and flee, but due to old Birka's crazy behavior of supervising the battle, the elite troops of the royal capital were still fighting.

Markov could understand that from the moment the elite troops of the royal capital followed old Birka out of the city, they had no choice but to fight to the end.

At this moment, Markov felt a little reluctant, and his eyes looked at old Birka even more angrily.

He fought desperately, and even if old Birka fell into the demon clan, he was willing to call old Birka a respectable opponent.

This guy is indeed playing with his life, but he is playing with other people's lives!

After being demonized, this guy really went completely crazy!

Is this the curse of becoming a blood-born mind flayer?

More than five thousand elite soldiers of the royal capital have died at the hands of old Birka!
"What the hell is this guy doing!?"

Markov stepped back, took a breath, and whispered to Uriel beside him:
"Be careful, there's something very wrong with this guy!"

Uriel could naturally see that the Night Watchmen had already been arranged to fly to a higher altitude to monitor the entire battlefield.

"Can't delay!"

Markov felt ruthless and exchanged glances with Harun and the others.

Their incredible tacit understanding allowed them to understand each other's thoughts instantly.

The next moment, the Ender Pearl in Harun's hand fell next to old Birka. He did not attack, but took advantage of old Birka's surprise at his teleportation.

Holding the undead totem, he opened his arms and hugged old Birka tightly, and a bottle of splash-type weakness potion fell to the ground.

"kill!"

Markov roared, and eight dimensional slashes surrounded Old Birka and Harun. Uriel's fire arrows also accurately hit the many TNTs placed by Harun.

Accompanied by the sharp sound of the Dimension Slash tearing through space, an explosion of flames engulfed Old Birka and Harun.

Soon after, an ender pearl flew to Markov.

Harun came back covered in blood and panting.

Several bottles of splash regeneration potion fell to Harlan's feet.

Harun, who was seriously injured just now, was instantly revived with full health.

He hurriedly took out another undead totem and held it in his palm, feeling the biting chill of death gradually fade away.

Harlan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks to Master Ian's Undead Totem..."

Markov was also surprised at the powerful effect of the Undead Totem. After all, even Layar could not survive the damage of that combo.

But now, Markov just stared into the smoke.

"do you died?"

Harlan asked.

Markov said nothing, but just asked Uriel and the others to continue shooting instant damage arrows.

Finally, after the smoke and dust cleared, old Birka's figure appeared before everyone.

"This guy……"

Markov was shocked.

At this moment, Old Birka's left arm turned into a scarlet blood mist, which was constantly disintegrating and merging into the scarlet magic circle under his feet as he muttered obscure symbols.

In addition, the blood and energy of the elite soldiers of the royal capital who died on the battlefield also turned into columns of air and gathered above his head.

It transformed into four scarlet fang devil shields that revolved around old Birka.

He firmly blocked all attacks. "Bloodline magic... is indeed strange!"

Markov's eyes turned cold and he glanced at the backpack.

The bloodline's magic is weird, but his totem of undeath is no joke.

The amount left now is enough for him to do it dozens of times and die together.

But old Birka seemed to have regained his sanity after this series of moves.

After the blood mist on his left arm completely dissipated, Old Birka quickly retreated with his broken body.

"retreat!"

This made all the elite soldiers in the royal capital feel as if they had been pardoned. They hurriedly dropped their weapons and ran towards the city gate.

Seeing this, Markov also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although if the battle continues, the Dawn Knights can completely encircle and wipe out the remaining troops.

But with such a crazy style of play, more manpower will inevitably be lost.

What's more, after the jihad, faith must be spread, and too much fighting is always not good.

"All troops charge! Break the city!"

Markov shouted and spurred his horse to chase after old Birka.

But after this guy came to his senses, he ran faster and faster, and soon he had surpassed all the elite soldiers of the royal capital.

He stopped until he stood at the city gate, holding the sword tightly in one arm.

"wrong!"

Markov was shocked.

"Stop!"

The extremely strong maneuverability of the MC warhorses immediately stopped the Dawn Knights in their tracks.

Before Markov could figure out where the ominous premonition came from, old Birka turned around and slashed with his sword.

Far exceeding the previous level, the scarlet sword energy that stretched for hundreds of meters rushed towards the remaining elite troops of the royal capital, like the wails of endless wronged souls.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet.

Markov and others stared with wide eyes, watching the remaining elite soldiers of the royal capital being wiped out by this sword and turned into blood mist and dissipated.

The mounted knight of the dawn, the watchman of the sky...

Everyone looked at old Birka's sudden crazy move in astonishment.

"Damn it! This guy is crazy! What the hell is he going to do!"

After a long moment, Markov cursed and stared at old Birka from a distance.

The latter took a deep breath and inhaled the blood mist in front of him into his nose with an intoxicated look on his face.

"almost……"

Old Birka finally spoke, staring at Markov and others with a cold and excited look.

He threw the greatsword aside and took out the ancient contract that had turned blood red from his arms.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A sound like the dull beating of a heart spread from the contract. Even from a distance, Markov could see that the contract was expanding and contracting like a heart.

Every time, it devours the blood and energy on the battlefield.

Faintly, I could hear the wailing of wronged souls.

Markov didn't know what it was, but the hairs on his body stood up and he had a strong premonition of death, which made his face change suddenly.

"Quick! Kill him!"

There is no time to keep old Birka on trial now, this guy might be about to do something big.

The demons who have never appeared since the war began are probably waiting here!
As Markov finished speaking, countless black lights shot out from the bows of the Night Watchmen.

But as soon as it got close to old Birka, the arrow was instantly damaged and broke into pieces.

This is something that has never been seen before.

“It’s too late…

Old Birka spoke with a strong sense of madness, slowly raising the heart-like contract in his hand.

"If it weren't for you, how could I have suffered so much?"

"Everything of mine is ruined! You guys deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"

"Use your souls to atone for my sins! Damn Dawn Cult!"

Markov was horrified and rushed towards old Birka at the fastest speed in his life.

"Kill him! Kill him quickly!"

But the contract was eventually torn to pieces by old Birka...

The next moment, a blood-red light shot up into the sky, turning the space in front of the royal capital's gate into a scarlet ocean.

Gradually, in the center of the extremely red light column, accompanied by a few sounds like glass breaking, the purple-black abyss luster slowly bloomed.

Three pairs of ink-black hands wearing heavy black thorn-armored gloves reached out from the abyss and grabbed at both sides of the abyss.

"squeak……"

Just like the meaningless voice just now,

But now Markov and the others understood that it was the sound of space being torn apart.

The tiny abyss that had just condensed was instantly torn open by the three pairs of hands.

Through the abyss, everyone saw the disastrous world and the scarlet blood moon.

Under the blood moon, hundreds of thousands of pure mind flayers stood ready for battle.

“Tick, tick…”

The dull sound of horse hooves came from the abyss.

The next second, a huge demon horse with black flames all over its body walked out carrying a black-armored knight who was nearly five meters tall.

The knight has six arms, each holding a weapon filled with demonic energy.

Knife, sword, axe, gun, hook, hammer.

They are all connected by chains made of unknown skulls, coiled around the knight.

His entire body was covered in black magic armor, with not an inch of skin exposed. Engraved on it were patterns of thousands of demons crushing countless lives.

Beneath the inky black helmet were a pair of pure black eyes devoid of emotion.

The evil energy surged into the sky, instantly turning the entire sky pitch black, and even the clouds seemed to be burning with black flames.

In an instant, from here to the end of the sight, all became the territory of black flames.

Markov and others who had just charged forward were instantly overwhelmed by the evil spirit. As they flew backwards, their undead totems bloomed all at once.

After landing, Markov and others were shocked.

The demonic energy that appeared just instantly killed them.

What is this...

Old Birka fell to his knees with a fanatical look on his face.

One arm raised high.

"Welcome my lord, the great Knight of Scourge!"

(End of this chapter)