Elden Ring: Atai vows to have a perfect ending

"Drive! Drive!"

The horses' hooves galloped, and the water splashed.

In the dense forest of Lienia, I led a cavalry team of more than 50 people, like an arrow, shuttling through the fog.

"Nefeli should have gotten into a fight with the cuckoos. Zero, you lead the cavalry over there first and tell her that the reinforcements should arrive in two days." Hertok suggested this not long after they set out from Stonewell.

And I gladly accepted the task of the messenger.

——After all, it is not an exaggeration to say that communication is the most critical link in war.

——If the front line is in a state of fatigue, accurate information about support from the rear will also boost the morale of the soldiers.

In addition, the blessed people of the border areas have another advantage: in an emergency, they don’t need to rest or eat at all.

We travelled all day long, and even the night seemed to be coming to an end.

The stars changed, and the hazy mist in front of my eyes also dissipated slightly as the woods gradually opened up.

In the ruins of Laska that came into view, bonfires were emitting wisps of gray smoke wafting towards the sky. It seemed that Nefeli and the others had set up camp here as a temporary base.

I led my men into the place, and the choking smell of blood and the sounds of painful wails rushed into my mind impatiently.

"Ahhh-"

"Calm down! Don't move. The wound will burst open. If you continue like this, you will die!"

"·······Legs, my legs······have no feeling, doctor."

······

The water-free ground of the ruins was covered with wounded people.

For the golden people, if it is a normal wound, it will recover as before the next day.

Therefore, the scene before us is even more shocking.

Those lying here were all soldiers on the verge of death, with countless wounds festering and festering on their bodies, and even prayers could not keep up with their recovery; some had lost entire arms, some had lost legs and feet, and there were even quite a few soldiers whose legs were broken, leaving almost only the upper body.

Even the power of Rune could not repair the lost body.

Therefore, no matter how strong a warrior was, he could not accept the reality of his disability: some of them were already mentally scattered, their eyes had lost focus and they stared blankly at the night sky; some could not help but frantically pull at the doctors, scolding, crying, groaning, and begging for recovery; and of course, some kept cursing Dujuan, gritting their teeth, wishing they could bite those bastards right now.

I spotted a familiar petite figure in the crowd, and quickly walked up to her and called out, "Burke."

"Oh, oh, Master Zero, Master Zero!" After turning around and seeing me, Burke's sad face finally showed a hint of relief. He was helping the battlefield doctors with other demihumans, passing some bandages, hemostatic drugs and the like.

I was in no mood for small talk, so I asked hastily, "Where's Nefeli?"

"Dujuan attacked suddenly at night, and Lady Nefeli is leading the troops to drive them back. They should still be fighting in the direction of the church ruins."

"Thank you. You go ahead and do your work. See you later." I got back on Torret's back.

Burke also bowed his head and said goodbye to me: "Master Ling, I wish you a safe return."

I nodded and immediately led the cavalry towards the battlefield.

Gradually, gradually, the water under my feet turned dark red without me noticing.

Discarded weapons and armor littered the road.

I seldom even see a complete corpse. In the red spider lily bushes, the pieces of human fragments rise and fall slightly with the swaying of the petals, turning into nutrients of death.

I couldn't help but swallow.

——This place is simply a purgatory. As soon as I close my eyes, I can seem to hear howling.

"Torret, let's go!" I quickened the pace of the spirit horse.

Not long after, several tall figures above the vast shallow lake caught my eye.

It turned out to be a giant golem. To be honest, Nimgefu did have quite a few golems, but unexpectedly, Nepheli brought them to the battlefield.

boom--

But all I saw was a ball of blue fire flying from the gray-black sky one after another, and even these huge monsters were knocked to their knees.

"Kill--"

"Come on, ah, ah, ah!"

The earth-shaking shouts even drowned out the roar of the explosion. The Cuckoo Legion and the Stonewell Legion were completely mixed together, like a giant whirlpool, constantly devouring lives.

The fiery chariot rampaged through the crowd recklessly, its flames burning its opponents until they turned black, and its ivory-like spikes smashed everything that stood in its way to pieces!

"Ow!"

But after hearing a roar, a giant sword actually pierced through the big green head of the Fiery Chariot. After piercing it, it was swung with all its strength to the rear of the Cuckoo Knights, and huge red and yellow flames exploded in them.

Then, the mountain giant of the Kalia faction raised his sword and swung it above his head. One after another, blue magic giant swords floated in the air and bombarded Dujuan's back row again like cannonballs.

Water splashed everywhere, and human bodies flew everywhere.

boom! boom! boom!

Suddenly, one can of silver pitching pots after another hit the troll, like corrosive acid water, falling on his body, making the giant troll unable to help but roar. He knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, with thick gray smoke rising from his body.

——Is this the pitching pot made from refined platinum blood? To the people of the Golden Dynasty, it is no different from extremely poisonous blood.

The Sons of Platinum rushed forward one by one, smashing and slashing the giant with swords, sticks and clubs.

Suddenly, like a chariot breaking into the encirclement, a creepy giant with a broken arm was dragged into the battlefield. It grabbed two or three Sons of Platinum and squeezed them hard, squeezing out thick silver slurry, which merged into the lake.

Judging from the front battlefield alone, the Cuckoo Knights' troops were completely unable to withstand the numerous monsters and demons of the combined forces of Stonewell and Kalia, and had already retreated step by step to the vicinity of the town in front of the academy.

But they had no choice. The enemy had a lot of firepower in the rear. It was estimated that they had moved the catapults from the Dickas Elevator. The pouring firepower meant that the United Army had no ability to resist much.

There are even those pyroxene Miranda flowers that summon magical barrages like meteors to help the Cuckoo Knights fight against us "invaders".

"Cavalrymen, follow me!" I made a preliminary assessment of the battle situation and, relying on the mobility of my warhorse, I planned to bypass the battlefield and try to attack the enemy from behind.

——If the catapults can be dealt with, Dujuan’s army will not be a threat at all.

However, someone seems to have taken a step ahead.

From a distance, it can be seen that the storm mixed with golden lightning is constantly attacking the opponent.

But the Cuckoo Knights put up large silver shields, like a thick city wall, completely blocking the storm.

"Nefeli!"

It was Nepheli.

She led an elite force of lost knights, also intending to attack Huanglong directly.

But the town in front of the academy is at least the deployment point for the Cuckoo Knights. Soldiers poured out in an endless stream, even surrounding the Storm, leaving them in a dilemma.

"Cavalry, let's charge!" I yelled, urging Torret to charge forward. The hounds' fangs tore! Tear! Tear the armor of the cuckoo soldiers, madly thirsting for blood.

The cuckoos seemed not to have expected our fresh force, and in the face of the charging cavalry, the infantry phalanxes were somewhat overwhelmed and had difficulty forming an army.

I felt like I was in an empty space, as if I had transformed into a sharp sword, piercing into Dujuan's camp with unstoppable force and tearing a hole in the encirclement.

"Zero!" Nepheli's body was covered in blood, and her tired eyes revealed surprise and a hint of relief.

I rushed over with Torrett, and after my outstretched hand was caught, I immediately pulled her up and put her on Torrett's back.

Before I could open my mouth, Nepheli had already given the order, "Knights, retreat first, follow the cavalry and break out of the encirclement!"

“······Are you okay? The Holy Grail bottle is on my lower back. Let it recover first.” Nefeli’s judgment was quite wise. I had nothing to say and could only take advantage of a brief gap to show my concern.

"Thank you." The other party did not hesitate, took the holy grail bottle and drank it in big gulps to replenish his strength, then the battle axe with lightning directly chopped off the gun blade that suddenly stabbed from the side.

"Damn it, I was too impatient. I didn't expect Dujuan to send troops so quickly." Nefeli couldn't help but click her tongue.

"Now is not the time to review. We should first find a way to withdraw."

"Oh!"

After all, we are now deep in the enemy camp, surrounded by Dujuan's men all around.

Just now, Dujuan was unable to anticipate the sudden attack of the cavalry. Now, it is not easy to evacuate safely.

I concentrated on driving the Torret, while Nepheli helped me fend off the enemy's pursuing cavalry or arrows.

And at this moment, a trace of coldness fell on my face.

There seemed to be some white crystals falling in my eyes... Could it be snow?

"Hey, what is that?" Someone shouted from below.

Nefeli followed suit and said to me, "Zero, watch your head!"

I raised my eyes and saw countless pale flames with a hint of black and gold emerging from the gray-black sky. They were like groups of souls escaping from hell, wandering in a vortex and gradually covering the entire sky above my head.

Among them, there was also a strange and sharp hissing sound.

"what--"